Anecdotes of my passing...

The entrance of the cave was enormous. The walls were covered with shiny gemstones that gave the cave a glimmering atmosphere. The poor lad felt a gush of wind as he made his way into the cave. He shuddered. The stalactites hung ominously from the ceiling and the drips of water from these rocky fangs seemed louder the deeper he went it.

He was thankful for the torch he carried, a wooden stick wrapped with a cloth soaked in oil. The warmth that emanated from the torch was soothing as he clutched his torn jacket closer to his body.

The lady with the mysterious voice whom he had sought from the land of Telephone 100 for directions in the cave had told him that whatever it was that he was seeking was 1000 paces from the entrance. Just a straight path. 1000 paces. There it should be. It suddenly occured to him that maybe that lady was in cohorts with th Corporates themselves, intent on misleading on his noble quest to seek that elusive technology of Streamyx. Her soothing voice suddenly turned ominous as he kept replaying her advice in his head.

He had counted 1800 steps and there was no other forks in the cave. It was a straight path and he had followed it. Yet, there was nothing to indicate that the Streamyx he was looking for was here. He felt cheated. All those sweet promises and wanton nothings... His torch was wearing out. The air grew colder.

He vowed to continue his quest...He vowed to find Streamyx wherever it may be.

In a lush jungle deep within the heart of Nature, there was a poor lad whose wish was only to have a magic mirror so that he could communicate with his love who lived in a faraway land. He was a kind and gentle soul who would not hurt a single fly and only hopes for nothing more than the barest root to fill his tummy and the smallest drop of water to wet his throat. He braved the wild and savage unknown to this part of the land to seek the pearl that would open the gates for his future. You see, when he was but a mere infant in the arms of his mother, a wise witch came and foretold that someday he would have to seek the Pearl in order to save his love.

Before going off on this arduous journey, he went to seek the shaman of the woods to get advice as to how he should seek out his love.

'Magic mirror...seek the magic mirror.'

And so began the adventure of this wandering soul as he traversed many wondrous land. After much work and toll on his poor body, he finally found what he needed to know. The Magic Mirror was located deep in the Caves of Telekom and that the Magic Mirror had a name. It's called the Streamyx. Legend has it that it was arcane technology passed on by a passing civilisation onto the natives of the land. Then the Corporate clan from the warring tribes of Capitalism came and tortured the secrets out of the people. Having cleansed the land of goodness and purity they began harvesting the very essence of the land. The planted the seeds of Profit and Oppression and before long these took root of the land and corrupting every life form there was.

Knowing that people are social creatures and are in constant need of having to keep in touch with their loved ones, the Corporate people came up with the idea of selling the technology of the Magic Mirror, Streamyx, to the very people that they have stolen from. The price however, was an issue that many were reluctant to face.

The poor lad, having learnt all these, sought to procure the technology for himself so that he may share it with others. First, he needed to face the dangers that lurk deep within Cave Telekom.

And so began the diary of his adventures....

First day in my new apartment and i feel so disconnected. I'm so out of sync with everything and so out of touch with everyone and all things else. There isn't any Internet connection!! Not even a phone line for that matter. Not that it concerns me much as I have my mobile but I need that phone line for my Internet. This is so annoying.. I so need to feel connected. Not to mention the tons of stuff that I am able to do when I'm online. Chatting...blogging...surfing...spamming... I can't believe I'm actually typing this in Notepad in hope that I will copy and paste it into my blog when I' finally connected. This is plain sad... Come kill me.. Shoot me.. blah!



Yep...that paragraph above pretty much summed up the start of my stay in my new apartment. Locality is perfect..within a stone's throw from campus, housemates fantastic...my friends :P but my only bone to pick is the lack of a fundamental element of any school going student's life; the Internet. I've been given countless run-arounds and my many phonecalls have been met with futility. Nevertheless, I'm not giving up just yet and I intend to use as many avenues as possible to voice my grouses with hope that I may just generate enough sympathy(?) to get a line. Instead of doing extremely valuable research online, reading contemporary and scientific journals online or even discoursing with peers, I'm now subject to countless hours of entertainment via DVDs and VCDs. Well, too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.

Moving away from the sad fact that I'm still facing Internet-deficiency syndrome, my new apartment is absolutely l337. There is excellent ventilation, and good view from the balcony (a very tiny almost non-existent one) and also a reasonably fair maintenance/housekeeping on the premises (I'm in a good mood now since I'm getting my Internet fix from home ). There can be times when things will get noisy with the amount of people walking up and down the corridor but I guess that's one of the entailments that come with living on the 2nd floor (pretty much a ground floor ).

Apart from these, everything is moving alone just fine. Life is good. Internet please come soon.. I miss you..




I'll be posting very intermittently due to my rocky relationship with the monopolizing-money-crunching-ISP/Telephony-whore-of-corporate beast. I'm filing for divorce but not before I get my Internet for compensation. Till then..my bed beckons..

Cheers!