A sword of a different temper...
she said yes
i am smilling ear to ear
shit this is awkward
Oh what 2 weeks it has been. Was really busy what with friends and family and affairs of the heart. Mostly its about work...so much work that i wanna puke, but relieve all the same that I actually got work.
A lot has happened in my hiatus, but need to say some things:-
Takziah to the family of Johan Ismail- He was a good man and his absence will make the silence more deafening.
Thanks to Bintangsepi and Yaz for leaving your comments. Good to know that the nonsense i write has at least 2 readers :P
To my Promuda friends , (yes its you) thanks for the support during a difficult period in my life.
To the little red haired girl (just a figure of speech aka Charlie Brown always pines for the Little red haired girl but she doesn't know he exist) - why do you keep appearing in my dreams, stay out please hahahaha
I think the events of the past 2 weeks have validated somewhat what i wrote. A Lt Gen in the US army claims he's fighting the armies of Satan. Our own prime minister is branded an Anti Semite for his strong (it had a touch of racism to it sure) words about a Jewish conspiracy. (The Jews love their children too you know- its the national policies of the state of Israel that I can't stand) .The world is headed for Armageddon and that idiot Bush is in the drivers seat.
Laters y'all
There are some of us, myself included, who believe that there's a war going on. Most of humanity refuses to acknowledge there is a war..its kept under wrap, being called something else, its business as usual for the whole wide world...except people are dying in this war everyday.
Some of us say that the war started on Sept 11 2001 with the World Trade Center incident. 20 plus armed men seized control of 4 planes and slammed it into the Trade Center, the Pentagon and , but for a mistake, probably could have slammed it into the Capitol too. Shortly thereafter the US invaded Afganistan. One year later Iraq. In between there was the Bali bombings, random attacks, dead civilians, Al-Qaeda scattered to the four winds...where they remain as deadly as ever.
Militant cells are uncovered, plots to assasinate, bomb and rabble rouse are exposed. Arrests are made, security is stepped up in the US. Threat level warnings are given out before major events. The Palestinian question heats up...many die each day- Jews and Arabs alike. All over the world a great shudder, a great movement awakens.
The whole world tries to believe that its business as usual. You go to work each day in this blessed land, you go home at night. While others out there are dying for what they believe in..US troops for their people, others for what THEY believe in. Two sides with their sense of righteousness in a question that cannot be answered.
Some observers question why Bush was so anxious to start a war in Iraq. I think that for Bush and the American people he leads, war started a long time before that in Sept 2001. To him that was a Pearl Harbour of sorts that made him think that his nation is under attack. I sincerely believe that he blames us Muslim as a whole for this. And we will pay for this in the blood of our innocents spilled each day in Palestine, Kashmir, Iraq, Syria soon and Libya eventually.
I think this is World War Three on slowburn. God Save Us all, Muslims and Non -Muslims alike.
I'm back after a rather bad case of the flu and also shifting house. Been a very hectic weekend. Also spent sometime away from the office ...just needed to think about things..works wonders if you know there's a problem ...and know a solution must be found ...by whatever means necessary.
Thanks to my compadre's for allocating time fer me. Next time, I've got your back..no questions asked....
It is such a morbid thing , letting go. Half the time you wallow in self pity. But strength must come to walk way for to stay would benefit no tomorrows. One day ill look back and laugh.
Hidup ini hanya kepingan
Yang Terasing di Lautan
Anyway , in that spirit a beautiful poem by Tom Vander Ven
Sea Washes Sand Scours Sea
(for my daughter's wedding)
No hay camino. El camino se hace al andar.
—Antonio Machado
Walking the shore that day, each reaches down
for stones from time to time, the other talking,
her eye finding stones like purple berries,
his hand holding a cloud-light shell to her.
Seas they cannot yet see are ancient seas;
trees they will later pass are not yet trees.
Shore that he looks back to turns to haze,
and sand that she imagines turns to shore.
He says, "Sea washes sand scours sea."
"And sand drinks sea drowns sand," says she.
Voices of gulls call through them on the wind;
the dog circles out beyond their voices.
"All that proceeds recedes," he says at last.
"That you and I are here," she says, "is all."
The man watches the woman watches the man.
The woman loves the man loves the woman.
The day does not diminish other days;
they gain a newer language from the day.
Though wave by step their footprints wash away,
The day does not diminish other days.
In this entry I'm doing a
Najah (she did this once)...
WHY MUST THINGS ALWAYS BE SO DIFFICULT ?
(Knocks head repeatedly on wall)
I've got it. I've been searching so long for it coz I only knew it as Jacqueline Kennedy's favourite poem. It's a poem that i once gave to a friend as she was leaving to London to read law. I forgot the name, i forgot the author. I came across it while reading her obits (Jaqueline Kennedy's not the friends)and some lines just stuck in my mind. Anyways its a parable about life, how its a journey and the end is the grave but a life well lived is something precious and rewarding. Make up your own mind about it.
Ithaca
by Constantine P. Cavafy
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean
Poignant, ain't it?
Yesterday i went for my weekly
Promuda bowling thing. THIS has certainly turned out well. Started out as a lark on a boring Friday night thing but now i feel that i've made genuine friends here. Cool ...life tends to twist and turn unexpectedly...some gems you keep along the way. Now Friday nights tend to be the highlight of my week. Hahaha what a live i live! or don't ...
Anyways played Flop Poppy's Cinta while playing...nice song ...damn catchy.
Peering across the table at the faces at the mamak shop after, i can't help but think that this bunch of people , at the primes of their lifes, succesful in their respective careers will one day run things around here. That's not a bad thing as long as we remain sane and educated and true to what is right. Yet somehow along the way, some will be disillusioned with ideals and drift. Some will become corrupt, some will do unspeakable crimes, some will prey on others.
Its like watching Smallville, where the young Clark Kent and Lex Luthor are best of friends. Or Star Wars where Anakin Skywalker is a novice Padawan. You stay tuned cause there is a real curiosity where it all went wrong- why in the end Superman and Lex Luthor become mortal enemies, why Anakin in the end turns to the dark and becomes Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith.
I know this entry is assinine...but hey its my blog, i can be frivolous if i want to. I just feel sad and melancholic at the eventual lost of innocence that ultimately will affect us all. The older generation made a hash of things...scandals, scams, missapropriation of funds, blah blah blah. We look at them and shake our heads. One day our children will shake their heads at us too.
Lost innocence...the beginning of the rot. Sigh
