Eight years and counting....

Okay ya'll, I know I haven't posted any poems a while now...
So in the occassion of my 8th year anniversary... I took the chance to write up something for my wife.

I know I should've just gotten her a card or something, but I guess between the logistics, old fancy lines and the waiting-for-mail-to-come (it takes about 9-13 days by post), blogging my message comes out the better choice.

I hope you could find my poem somewhat acceptable cause it really came from the heart.

For this one - I've used the obsession I have for securing a better tomorrow for my wife and kids; and the struggles, frustrations, triumphs, and the lessons I learned shooting down that illusive dream we call "happiness"...

So here it is... Hope you like this one babe...


Eight years and couting...
by: D'Shah A.


A long night begs, embracing you and your sadness,
you find yourself shedding tears of solitude and madness...
You grieve with the thought that you are all alone,
in the midst of every one's company you feel lethargic and prone...

You question yourself and how you've come to be,
so blinded by sorrow, pain, anguish and misery...
Regretful for the fact that you started something off,
you wondered, is there a point to all these sacrifices and scoff...

My father told me that happiness is a virtue,
that no person can truly be happy, if its all just up to you...
Happiness in itself is as fluid as your concept of self-worth,
being truly happy is a definition you've looked for since birth...

In spite of the obvious you still wanted to be happy,
you rationalize, you seek and found that it costs hefty...
A bigot once said that money can buy you happiness,
but material possessions will always amount to something less...

So now I question the wisdom of old,
when they say that money is evil and that time can be sold....
But these two are crucial, essential for one's happiness,
Don't you need both to secure yourself from all the madness?

Today, I am shameful of the fact that I've willfully conceded,
from the hallowed clamouring, I've lost track and got myself jaded...
Because as I learned, happiness is not measured in ounces of gold,
it is but the summation of our experiences and in loving so bold...

Happiness is not illusive, we just need to find the way,
the truth, in all sincerity, happiness is loving others day by day...
Loving is the key, give love to even those that scorn you,
Listen and heed me, only in loving can happiness achieved be true...

Happy Anniversary my one true love, my happiness, my Leslie...

Two week train wreck

It's been a while since my last post... I've been clamoring for a break since then but can I get any? Apparently not...!

Two weeks ago the ONLY Internet service provider in this god forsaken place decided they'd want to screw everybody some more and messed around with the ADSL service.

I tell you man, a government monopoly telecom provider can come up with the fanciest shit just to cover there pathetic asses!

First, they told everybody that the interruption was due to a service loop rehabilitation of a significant area south of the Commercial Business District...

When that shit didn't work, they started telling everybody that there was some underground earthquake that threw the already tangled subterranean trans-state cables into something that would put Rob Zombie's dreadlocks to shame!

And when that shit didn't work either... they started inventing paranoia.... they started telling everybody that a rogue hacker penetrated their servers that caused the melee.

Only the town fool will believe their shit... Frankly, it's obvious that they're desperately running out of ideas...

Finally, after 8 days of no or limited connectivity, 1 pack of cigarettes (yes folks I started smoking again because of this shit!), around five thousand cuss words, 2.43 hours of waiting in queue from the damn tech support line, and four sleepless nights - the local ISP admitted that they fucked up the system trying to install a crawler of some sort to incite another attempt to sanitize or censor the Internet...

In this totalitarian country... the sitting monarchy is paranoid as hell about what the people say and think about his crap!

Although, in fairness to him... he's a pretty good leader... he's turned this toilet of a country into a modern and vibrant state... No secret there, I mean what can't you do if you're ruling a country whose literally floating in black gold...

Anyway, right after the "crash", the hard part of rebuilding the entire computer infrastructure of one of our subsidiary commences... another 4-5 days of Calvary for me! Knowing pretty well that the same shit could happen again, I decided to postpone the latency and connectivity tests till next week.

Even as I write this entry the connectivity is constantly kicking my balls just to check if I'd finally loose my sanity...

I'll try to post what happend to the tests if I could, try to bear with me, as there may still be some delay on my postings...

I'll be using this SOHO VPN Router from Linksys for the site's Remote Connection needs. Here's the device's data sheet in case you guys want to check it out.

Saruman's Deliquent Collection Firm

I got my first taste of harassment due to late credit card payment today! Actually, it's my wife whom they drew first blood with.

Taking the full blunt force of the Collection Agent's hollow collection tactics and malingering schemes is nothing compared to my wife's no shit policy about this stuff. So imagine the trauma I went through as my wife exploded recounting her awful experience with that bastard guy as he utter his pathetically scripted collection spiel. Ain't nothing worse than the wrath of a pissed-off other half!

Actually, the entire experience was borne because of a simple misunderstanding... mostly from the bastard collection agency's side... But after I'm through with this people, they would've wished they had a different job!

Adding insult to injury, I tried calling the number given by my spouse - supposedly of the collection firm handling my account. It's been a while now that I was force to engage a complete idiot and discuss the formal entrants of the abstract of lending and its legal devices, so I thought, what the hey, I could use the stress and anxiety of the experience!

The person the I was able to reach sounded like German Moreno on meth! You could just imagine how I lost my temper explaining his job to him... apparently, he's been doing the same old shit for over 5 years now! Hah! That will explain how these people are such pathetic losers - doing the same old collection schemes and spiels for 5 frigging years can really ruin your social life not to mention 7/8 of your available mental faculty, that is if they had any to begin with!!!

This guy was not the so called affluent attorney-at-law but his quote Account Supervisor unquote. Judging from this other person's tone, grammar, sentence construction, and reasoning skills, I could infer a couple of things about this sorry excuse of a person:

(1) He's a homosexual, waiting for a chance to spring his pathetic secret to the world!
(2) He was not breast fed as a child and has grown up extremely insecure, gnarly and sickly...
(3) Because of his frail health growing up, he's succumb to his homosexual tendencies mostly due to his associations with the same sort of people whom he can relate his physical and mental limitations with...
(4) He never learned a single thing while attending his tertiary education (if he ever had one...) and only passed his degree because he promised his professors a lifetime worth of hair cuts, perm, highlights, and shit...
(5) He doesn't know jack shit about collection procedures, banking abstracts, legal derogatory actions, and the canon laws of monetary lending.
(6) He's a minimum wage earner whose bitter about other people getting the privilege of a credit while he suffers from the colonial mentality that credit is actually a status symbol and not a necessity, as others would consider it to be.

I wasted around 15 minutes (long distance call) talking some sense to this guy! Then, after I got my points through with the limited confines that his mental capacity provides - he agreed and gave me the mobile phone number of the affluent attorney-at-law, his boss... The nerve of this sorry excuse of a man! I mean, sorry-excuse-of-a-gay-man!
I'm suing this shitty firm for hiring such incompetent staff!!!

Why 'The Matrix Revolution' failed....

I saw this posted in one of the community sites... and I said, I just gotta put that one in!

For those of you who have not taken the red pill, you have to be patient and carefully dissect the code of The Matrix. It takes some time, but with vigilance and practice - you too can see what happens behind the code...


Now we know why The Revolution failed... Carrie-Ann Moss was seduced to nothing more but a lap dancer! Phhfffttt!