the end of night prowling?

in the midst of this festive season,
my night monsters are in a jovial mood,
they behave, they obey, they dont pout...
must have been hoping Santa would give them some nice presents.

so my blissful nights are coming to an end,
the new year will mark my re-entry into CIP.
this time, life seems bend on returning to hell.

i now understand why Mr S (my colleague) loves night shifts.
you see, the monsters can misbehave,
but u do your troubleshooting without idiots breathing down your neck,
asking for updates every hr, and giving destructive comments.

anyway, there is only forward-looking for me,
and i take all challenges head on, taking the bull by the horns.
no giving up easily, no discouragement to drag me down.
just plain resilience, a fighter that i am.

mudder farker pundek bastard

lost my handphone this morning...

gone with it are my contact list,
which i can get back... slowly but surely.

but gone also are the precious sms-es.
and how the fuck in the world am i supposed to get them back???
super upset... not abt the lost fone, but abt my lost sms-es.

kept all those sms-es since 6 yrs ago, since i first got my own fone...
6 fucking long yrs, and gone just like that.

sms-es that reflect how i grew up here,
sms-es that make me smile when i am down and alone,
sms-es that i can share & cheer ppl up with,
sms-es... that are now lost forever.

so...
curse you, son-of-a-gun mudder farker.
curse you, lanciao asshole.
whoever you are that rejected my call when i tried calling my own lost handphone,
hope u rot in hell.

and fuck myself for being so stupid to lose the fone...

damn.

mr eyebag... again

tonite marks the return of mr eyebag,
back into realm of the darkness,
where monsters congregate to discuss who to eat.

tonite is when i turn into a wolf after dinner,
then a vampire by supper, and finally a zombie by breakfast.

and all these transformations will take place quietly,
with no surviving witnesses to tell any tale.

the only evidence on me will be the eyebags,
no blood, no dead bodies... just my eyebags.

sometimes i moan abt working at nights,
but working alone at nights has many plus points.
it gives me time to think things over,
to assess my quiet cacophonies,
to reconcile my thoughts with my actions.

at nights, i get the peace that i want,
for there are no idiots bugging me,
and no fuckers giving me shit.

being mr eyebag is part and parcel of my profession,
just like you must pangsai first, so that u can eat more later.