Bad Day

Today I had such a bad day in the office that I felt like crying and cursing people who had made my life more difficult than it should be. Yeah, it's bad of me but I am so "tired" of the situation and some people there. People are just so unfeeling.

I can't go into details right now but if I do, the tale would really be so unbelievable. Maybe one day, all these will be in a book (probably self-published, who would want to publish my pathetic life story, huh?).

I think today, my brain won't even allow me to rant properly so I'll shut up now.

Inhuman

How can anyone kill a three year old child? I'm not sure how she died but her body was burned and her bones scattered at a few places. Her murderers are her parents. Her mother's boyfriend killed the child and later at night both of them disposed of the body.

I'm really so numb by this news, especially after some bad vibes from the office today.

Nonsense babbles

Since handling in my resignation and feeling like a complete failure for having come to this, and like always in this type of situation, I ask myself where have I gone wrong, plus many other questions which of course there are no correct answers. I'm really a rabbit in the corporate world and that's not where I belong.

I also used to think that for every thing that happened in my life there must be a reason and I always searched for that reason. Sometimes I can find one, most times I cannot. I also hate it when people get away with bad behaviour or bad things they did. But by now, I am disillusioned enough not to seek reasons because there are none and that evil people can get away with evil deeds. Everything is subjective, even justice.

Okay, I'm starting to babble nonsense. Let's move on to something more interesting.

I watched Transformers on cinema this afternoon. It was awesome. This's one war movie I enjoy watching. There're certain scenes which I think should have been done more spectacularly, such as the moment when Bumble Bee transformed into himself and the moment when Megatron came back to life again. More tension should have been put into the later scene and be more suspenseful instead of the chaotic mess it was.

I noticed an irony in the show; despite all the modern technology, when things went wrong, they had to depend on old fashion walkie talkie (radiowave?).

Later at night, I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on DVD.

I should be critiquing some poems but did nothing today. Oh gosh!

Bookshopping

Whenever I pass by a bookshop, I always have to go inside. I always have this homecoming feeling as I browse the place and I smile like I'm meeting old friends when I see familiar authors' names on the shelves. There're so many I want to own but so few that I can afford to buy.

Today I stopped by at Borders and got myself a set of four poetry books which was stacked at the bargain section (among other books such as cookery books), very beautifully packaged which was what caught my eyes in the first place. There're Edgar Allan Poe's complete poems, Robert Frost's selected poems, Carl Sandburg's selected poems and W.B. Yeat's selected poems. I've probably read some of the poems in the books but it's still a pleasure to own these books.

I would also have bought translated versions of Transtromer's poems if they had the stock but they didn't. I would have to make a "special request". Maybe, one day, soon.

There're actually many books sitting on the shelves in my study begging me to finish reading them. I feel guilty not reading as much as I should. Maybe after resigning from my job (and getting a "better" one) I can spend more time with them. (Keeping my fingers crossed).