Worship to Randomness

The above is an inflatable Jabba the Hutt costume. How can anyone NOT want that? Forget Princess Leia's slave costume, THIS is the thing to bug your parents/wife for.

Isn't that enough to make you forget to wonder why was I surfing for StarWars costumes in the first place?

For the 21st of September

This was supposed to be yesterdays posting but I fell asleep.

Cat's Dream

How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings
a series of burnt circles
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger's great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.

Paulo Neruda (translated by Alistair Reid)

Shh, listen to my blood

Mood, Brood and Rabbit Food

Okay peeps! The Monster is back from redecorating the cave.

Blight

Fight

Flight

Toxic waste site

Ok, alright.

Enough of free associations.

Move along now!

I almost forgot I have a blog

The days have been short and nights, shorter still. Working hours no longer mean 9 to 5 these evil days. Employment contracts are not unlike Sale and Purchase agreements for your very soul. Strains of Hotel California bounces off ghastly walls.

I once asked my boss,(a dragon lady who munches on fools for breakfast), how to have a work-life balance.. to which she just snorted. So much for that.

I used to complain that I didn't have a mentor. All I can say is, be careful what you wish for. Especially if you land one who is a perfectionist, blunt as a doorknob and as judgmental as Augustine Paul. Yes, I do have all the luck.

Oddly, I now hold a job that any wide-eyed and bushy-tailed career woman would jump at having. And I am as enthusiastic about it as a lobotomy patient.

Don't believe anyone who tells you to make yourself indispensible. Job security is only one half of the penny. Keeping your sanity is the other. Do not underestimate the joys of having a workfree weekend or a vacation devoid of a frantic call from the office.

Simple pleasures once signed away are hard to regain. Unfortunately decent paycheques, once attained are also hard to relinquish.

So lesson of the day ladies and gentlemen, is caveat emptor. Let the buyer beware!

15 Malaysia

You may already know of this initiative. Wonderful short films depicting what our home is all about.

Go enjoy yourself: http://15malaysia.com/

Just what my doctor ordered

Here is a Saturday morning pick me up.

Khalil Jibran and the boy

Songs have a knack of tenderly curling and weaving their tendrils around moments in time, so much so that they own the event and capture within its folds, the joys and heartbreaks of THAT one dot on the time space continuum.

And the same with poetry.

And more than one penniless beau have sent forth their affections enveloped by the deep sighs of Yeats and Neruda. But rummaging through a junk bookstore at Masjid India over the weekend, I came across a body of work by Khalil Jibran.

And along with pages came the memory of a gentle boy who used to read to me poetry over the phone. It was a pity that I am not a romantic as c'mon, how many men do you know would read Khalil Jibran to a woman 120 miles aways, every other night before she slept. I was ungrateful as I would often fall asleep half way only to be awoken by a concerned "Hello? Hello?"

And I don't even remember his name. I hang my head in shame.

So this is for the boy with the gentle voice:

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden

From icanhascheezeburger.com

And we lose another raconteur

The passing of Yasmin Ahmad is a great loss to the nation.

As the creative force of some of Malaysia's most memorable ads and films, her honest portrayal of a multi-faceted Malaysia in its truest form, (sans the shameless gloss of Tourism Malaysia productions) has endeared her to many.

I will always recall her frustrations in trying to sell her ideas of unity and singular humility to corporate fatcats who in her words, “just don’t get it”.

And I have deep reverence for this formidable lady who has come out publically to say that its really ok for the younger generation to forget the hardship of the entire May 13 episode because its it not their legacy. Theirs is the promise of a better future and not the bogeyman of bloodshed past.

She will be very sorely missed. God bless.