Size Seven Shoes

I'll admit it up front. I'm one of those strange individuals who tends to catch up to things a little late. I'm sure most of you normal people out there have been singing songs about the New Year coming round probably as early as the start of December, or maybe even long before that. But me, it's only now that I am feeling a stronger sense of that spectrum of emotions that accompany an anticipation of the brand new things to come in the soon-be-to year 2010. Well, whilst more than half the working population of Malaysia is still in its party-holidaying mood, I have been trudging to work every morning to an office that's two-thirds empty. Technically, somewhere in the back of my mind I realise that I am not alone doing this. Yet somehow, when I'm out on the roads driving to that faraway place where I work, it doesn't always feel that way. Nevertheless, I have been trying in my own little ways to keep myself motivated. For one thing, the roads are much c...

I dreamed a dream And it was grand With castles majestic and not made of sand I held the world And it fit snugly In the palm of my hand Then I realised in my dream That it was a dream, a figment of imagination Climbing and scaling the walls and interiors of my brain What a shame That it should not be real Because it was beautiful And well, admittedly, a tad surreal In it the horses rode wide, white meadows And the sky was pink and purple in shade Kings and queens came to visit and share pots of tea Then I envisioned you with me With fits of hearty laughter and priceless company Smiles for kilometres (not miles) And time that stood still, albeit awhile In my dream I was gorgeous and charming And you were gentle and sweet and not at all alarming Then suddenly... No kings and queens graced the table Nor horses galloping came to rest in the stable The castles crumbled And the beauty faded The tea got spilt The sky got raided Then I sighed And looked Then t...