"The End is Nigh"

, they said.

Supposed to meet a friend at McD, Sungai Dua and I reached the place an hour and a half earlier. Then the sky opened. The rest - as they say - is history. And I must add: self explanatory. At least Sungai Dua lived to its namesake.

I suppose if nothing gets in the way of the rainwater then we wouldn't see this?

Jalan Sungai Dua heading towards USM

Car park of Sri Saujana apartment, TheStar Online

Reports elsewhere:
Floods cause traffic jams in Penang
Floods submerge parts of Penang

Psalm 73

You heard me. read correctly.

Untitled, yet again

May 10 should be a nice day, I should hope. And as I rummage through old documents, I came across this

It often starts with a kiss
The jester makes do with a song list
For the kingdom’s rightful heir
Ensnared by impish nightmares

Simple, short and sweet with the mime
Secrets wheedled with every dime
From her black mare to gorillas in their midst
To her dwelling in the village, Sanofi-Aventis

Try as he might in between hums
Thinking if he walked, would she run
Orange hues declare the impending might
Replacing a previously blue, blessed day –
ending the dark, purplish night.

So, another day passes in a manner not so grand
An era under the rule of Chloe the Tenth.

Huntly Castle, Aberdeenshire, Scotland

Life in Motion: And Here I Go Again

I saw a word today that sounded nice and foreign at the same time. It reminded me of how I chose to tread on alone; refusing help even when it gets really tough.

I guess the clouds are all squeezed dry now that it has stopped raining. The sloughy mixture of water and soil has fully covered the lower half of my body. Gosh! Why didn't I see it when it was dry a day earlier? Why was I so complacent, thinking to myself what could go wrong? How wrong I was.

It was even more foolish to refuse help from that guy - fiercely - and asking him what a frail man could do to get me out. I cursed the ground. And the sky. And anything else I could think of, that caused this malady. I looked up and I made out Scorpio. the constellation. And I saw pride.

When light came, I started digging around me until what was left couldn't sustain me anymore.

It's been a month now and I must say I did quite well getting out. Not quite. I didn't, actually. The last thing I felt and saw were the soft clay and rock which were deposited around my hips.

And the word? Yesharim.

Gimme a break!

it's been erratic around here really. i'm not faithfully putting my thoughts up (or down?) that frequently compared to last time. i'm jaded. i'm disappointed with people around me though i don't put much hope in them. when it comes to work, i'm slogging for what would be another thesis tucked away in an inconspicuous corner of the shelf. how am i to go forward or go greater heights (as our politicians love to put it) if my own doesn't even care? i'm sponsored by another government for all i'm worth yet i'm prevented to go. i'm resigned to the fact that red tape is a culture like any other and that colour changes life. after all, without colour life would be dull won't they?

Homeward Bound

Written by Moazzam Begg whilst in solitary confinement

Begins this journey without reins,
End in capture without aims;
Now lying in the cell awake,
With merriment and smiles all fake:

Freedom is spent, time is up -
Tears have rent my sorrow's cup;
Home is cage, and cage is steel,
Thus manifest reality's unreal

Dreams are shattered, hopes are battered,
Yet with new status one is flattered!
The irony of it - detention, and all:
Be so small , and stand so tall

Years of tear and days of toil
Are now but fears and tyrants' spoil;
Ordainment has surely come to pass,
But endure alone one must this farce

Still the paper do I pen,
Knowing what but never when -
As dreams begin, and nightmares end -
I'm homeward bound to beloved tend.

Moazzam Begg & Victoria Brittain (2006), Enemy Combatant: the terrifying true story of a Briton in Guantanamo

Oh? Oh!

Oh, what a cute pout
Coupled with that big snout
A curve forms across the lips
Whenever the eyes meet

Oh, that voice
That assures, imparts poise
Be it tremors or quakes
A place of solace it takes

Oh, that warm touch
Like the bedding in the hutch
Soothe, comfort, straighten every nerve
Completes and fills every void, and their dearth

Oh, wait!
I'm a tad too late
Your face, words, and presence
Come into being in my absence.