Epitaph on a Tyrant

Now..

(Source : www.Poets.org , Epitaph on a Tyrant by W. H. Auden ; http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15548)

Some 40 years ago...

The mangy dog awaits his bone.

The mangy dog barked furiously at 5pm yesterday.

Tried to appease it but couldn't find any bone. Ran out of bones.

I thought I could get one at 6:30pm so i told the dog to be patient.
It didn't heed any of my advise.

6:30 came without any bones. Too bad.

I found out that the bones will come in by 7:15 or so.

"A tiny brain expects invulnerability" is like one who lives on the iceberg and doesn't know 99% of the mass is under his feet. So his prima donna attitude continues to feed the ugly and fat monster - its becoming fatter and uglier by the minute.

Live goes on.

Finally bone arrives 8:15pm. The spoilt brat seems appeased ... for a while.

Mixed Twins

27 October 09

Wholemeal with Raisins
Bengali style soft white bread.

Recipe for

Dear all

anyone got recipe for success, fulfillment and happiness ?

as usual, please try out before you share

but then, it may take a lifetime to try...

Mess

A mess is the place where military personnel socialise, eat, and (in some cases) live. In some societies this military usage has extended to other disciplined services eateries such as civilian fire fighting and police forces. The root of "mess" is the Old French "mes," portion of food, drawn from the Latin verb "mittere," meaning "to send" or "to put," the original sense being "a course of a meal put on the table." This sense of "mess," which appeared in English in the 13th century, was often used for cooked or liquid dishes in particular, as in the "mess of pottage" (porridge or soup) for which Esau in Genesis traded his birthright. By the 15th century, a group of people who ate together was also known as a "mess," and it is this sense that persists in the "mess halls" of today's military.

References : http://freepages.military.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~worldwarone/WWI/MilitaryCamps/CampCuster/

Fresh from the oven

"Hello world!", said the newly born twins.

Prayer of Thanks for Answered Prayers

Dear Lord O Father in Heaven

Just wanted to give you Thanks for answered prayers
Thank You Lord for having my father spend time with me,
Thank You Lord for removing my vertigo in less than 2 minutes !
Thank You Lord for repairing the roof leak with little hassle & resources.

In Jesus' name, Amen.

Vertigo Cure

3Ps

Remembering my brother-in-law's words today, he told me to

1. Be Patient in non-believers' idol worships.
2. Be Polite when choosing not to participate with their worships.
3. Be Prayerful as I continue to pray to Our Lord in my own ways.

Eternity

Unless Eternity goes on maternity, I have no use for paternity.

Meanwhile I will wait for Eternity.

Go on, Dig in.

Go on, dig in...

They decided to make a huge hole in front of the house and

make a mess of the front walkway.

Jackasses of Today and Tomorrow

The mangy dog who thinks he the prima donna superstar, the old and ugly poodle that barks incessantly and the beggar upstairs who thinks he rules the world.

Perfect ?

More like PerFUCK!

Sand Storm in a Shoe Box

"...If you are not the custodian of this matter, then you are not welcome to this meeting!!!..", the mangy dog barked in a calculated woof.

The mad dog barked in retaliation, haphazardly.

I looked on as i sat there.

Celebrate what ?

Its nothing to celebrate about, really.

Its just a combination of numbers that points to another incremental number, which we try to make an occasion out of it by blowing candles lit on a piece of bakery laced with cream , chocolate & sugar;
and singing of a silly song;
and clapping of hands (like a bunch of monkeys or clowns if you like)..

The world doesn't revolve around you...

Help!! The walls are spinning around my head today !! I thought they say the world doesn't revolve around me ?. ..hence I have decided against taking Stugeron.

Bad Milk Day

"The whole company is not going to stop working just because you're on leave", the mad cow mooed aloud.

Got bad milk day ?

`SLUM'-berland

Rubbish is piling up. "Don't touch my rubbish!", the guni-karung lady lunged.

Some people enjoy living in slums.

I am trying to get out.

Burden

The worldly ways constantly burdens my weary heart.

Nothing brings relief.

Not even turtles.

Or fishes.

Even the dogs...

It howled pitifully at every 'ploink' of the piano keys. Even the dogs shared my misery as he abused the piano again. And I thought only I couldn't stand it.

Letter from my mentor

Remember that it is not by works or might; you'll never be able to do enough even if you devote 24/7 to any one person. (Everyone else would be neglected and you'll have the guilt of not having done enough.)

God sees the heart. You passed the test of having a difficult sister in law.

Just enjoy the daily moments on this planet and bless people around you.

One of the key people at this period of your life is your dad.

Please send him my greetings and love!

Blessings.

Lonely presence

You see a group of noisy friends, but each of them is really alone in this world.

They say best friends can sit together not saying one word, but that's the best communication you can get - amidst understanding and contentment.. just being present for each other.

Don't be too concerned about the world and the way it works. Stop looking at others and concentrate on the present moment.

Don't even look at yourself in the mirror. Just live in the presence of each day and remember to stay happy.

A broken and contrite heart

It is a consolation to me today to be reminded in the sermon that

1. A broken and contrite heart is precious to God. It is with a broken heart that rebuilding begins.
2. The (rebuilding of) broken heart is a journey.

Praise the Lord.

Stuck in the Slum

Its a cycle.

At some point, when you come to that corner - you are bound to see it. The slums of your life.

Even though you know of its coming , you cannot help but get sucked into its negativities.

Everything sucks and all you want to do is throw in the towel , get out , get away from here.

Damn it.

Shattered

My car window was smashed at the car park.

Nothing was stolen. Father in Heaven, i want to thank you for watching over it.

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The shattered window glass reminds me of a shattered life.

Nothing can bring back the original condition... of our mind frame.

The memories remain and we know its different from the last one.

Can we really forgive and forget ?

LIFE

LIFE is merely a lie without F.

Sunday sermons will be different now

4th July 2009

Last night i learned that Pastor Phillips Koh will not be delivering God's word at FBC anymore.

I felt sad.

Even though it is important for Christians to receive God's word without favouring the deliverer,
i just want to express how much i will miss the connection he seldom fails to make on Sunday mornings.

The enthusiasm of going to Church to hear Pastor Phillips Sermons after worshipping the Lord will somewhat be affected, especially tomorrow.

Well ,if it's Your will, then let it be done.

Praise the Lord!

LOST

3rd July 2009

Over the last few months, I have been feeling rather empty inside me. Life at work didn't help either.

But last night, that emptiness was overwhelming and i just realised i lost something.

I don't know when or how i lost it, but it was gone. It was one thing that kept me sane all this while.. but it was really, really gone. I looked everywhere but could not find it.

I even tried to create it again and showed it to my wife - but she couldn't see it??? To my utter disappointment i realise it cannot be re-created !!!

So long and thanks for everything, Humour.

Naj, rest in peace.

My pool sifu, friend, elder and colleague - Naj left us peacefully on 1st Jan 09 after his prayers in the morning.

What a peaceful way to go.

I salute you , Naj.

May your soul rest in peace with Allah.

I miss you. I am sure we all here do.

Mum , rest in peace.

Saturday, 20th Dec 2008 10:12am.

I sat on the right side of my mother, my father on her left.
'I love you ...'
'I love you ...'
'I love you ...'
Holding on her right hand, i said it three times, half crying.

She took a very weak, shallow breath with difficulty and said ' Pa i'm going' t my father.
We put her back on the bed. She did not take a new breath afterwards.

Pointless

It all its pointlessness...

Utter humiliation & sheer disappointment

My daughter is 6 months and 7 days old today , if she is still alive today.
I am sorry Jasmine, I was not able to do anything to keep your life.

God, Thank you for ridiculing me. It was damn humiliating.
I wondered where were you everyday while we suffered in silence.
O ya, maybe you were standing right there, humiliating me, right ?

It saddens me till today. Tomorrow will most probably be the same, just like yesterday.

Even though I have put our situation entire and squarely on your strong shoulders, I still think about Jasmine till today. I still think of what helplessness we faced squarely and what shattering disappointment that crashed down right on us everytime the baby was pronounced with one terminal news after another right till her death.

Time definitely does not heal, as they all say.

The effects of this humiliating tragedy does not seem like it's going anywhere for a very long time to come. Great ! Your plan has been a great success !! Congratulations !
Let me die in utter disappointment and sheer humiliation !
How more can I thank you ?!! DAMN IT!

I HEREBY REQUEST YOU FOR THE LAST TIME , HELP US !
I am sorry i have to pray in this tone & manner but this is really my last straw.

Cat Riddles

RIDDLE

Question : Why the cat could not find all her emails ?
Answer : Because it was all under the SandBox.

Mustafa is sick

Mustafa is sick.

May he be able to receive the Universal love of the universe
May he recover in God speed.

Sweet Baboo and her newfound companion.

Sweet Baboo is so comfortable with her newfound companion..

Fearless, Mustafa & Sweet Baboo

Fearless

Mustafa
Sweet Baboo

The offsprings of our lovely mother Bubu.

New Policies & Mottos - 2008

New Policies - 2008 (starting 10 Dec 2007)
1. DON'T ATTEMPT TO PHYSICALLY CHANGE THE IMPOSSIBLE !
2. MENTALLY RELINQUISH SELF AFFLICTED PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURES !
3. NO MORE PLEASING OTHERS !
4. RELINQUISH RESPONSIBILITIES.
5. RELAX CONSCIOUSLY.
6. SPEND MORE FOR SELF
7. ENJOY LIFE MORE
8. LET OBSESSION FOR CLEANLINESS LOOSEN GRIP BY LEARNING TO FACE ANXIETY

New Mottos - 2008
1. You deserve to enjoy more! Look at those i****s around you!
2. You can enjoy life! You just need to loosen up and relax...
3. You can have more wealth. You only need constant confidence & patience.
4. Be mindful of the anxiety. Observe. Don't rush to clean up. Bear with it. (The cleaning ritual reduces anxiety arising from the obsession.)
5. Learn to tolerate the anxiety, the obsession begins to gradually loosen its grip over you.
(Temporary exacerbation in your anxiety may arise as you are not doing the "same old stuff" to relieve your anxiety.)
6. Anxiety is likely to increase before it can decrease. Don't try to distract yourself by doing something or thinking about something else. Keep your mind on the object that increases your tension and let it complete its full course. The anxiety will peak out if you persist. Then, you can relax. Likewise, others can relax around you. You have more time than you ever thought you had.


References:
"Neatfreaks" Can Get Rid Of The Stress by Vijai P. Sharma, Ph.D [http://www.mindpub.com/art493.htm]

Bubu, mother of four kittens

This cat turned our life upside in just two months.
Came with 4 kittens inside her as well.

Black tailed with twin patch on the head and a white body - is Bubu the cat.

Anyone wants to provide her kitten/kittens a home ?

They celebrate while I mourn

Just rejected an invitation to celebrate the birthday of a friend/relative's son.

My daughter Jasmine has two birthdays , one in April and one in August.

One for her premature still-born date and the other for her expected due date.

I can never forget the look on her round face.

I shall never attend another birthday celebration.
Only God knows my feeling. Nobody ever will.

My Poem to God

Heard another baby on its way to delivery,
Blurted a few words of congratulatories..

God, please help me..
God, do you really hate me so much ?

God, do you know the pain in my heart?
God, do you enjoy seeing me suffer ?

God, do I deserve this ?

Does everyone else deserves whatever they're getting ?
If they do, then let us not have pity on what happens to anyone ?
If its true,
then let every bad thing turn into its worst; and we should not feel or do a thing about it,
and let every good thing turn better; and we should celebrate as much as we want.

Did everything happen for a reason ? And nothing is too personal ?
If that is so,
then let us act as we wish since there is no difference in who made it happen anyway;
and let us all get impersonal with each other and do whatever we like without strings attached;

What is there left for us to rejoice ?
The world has changed and some have not...
It is these people who are suffering.
They are suffering for you, my dear God.

Please can you take back this world into your arms,
for I do not want it anymore.

15th August 2007:This is supposed to be the day...

15th August 2007

This is supposed to be Jasmine's due date...

The day I am supposed to feel like a proud father, for the first time in my life.
The day I can, like most normal people, procreate and see the results of procreation, first hand.
The day I can look forward to the growing up of my own flesh and blood.
The day I can smell the baby fresh smell of a child I could call my own...
The day I can watch my baby's antics and ways...

But today, it is all dashed away in a harsh and painful way.

The cruel world went on with her ways.

Smashan Tara !
Hare Krishna !
Sri Lakshmi !

Let the world be gone !
All be perished with its cruel ways!!

There's really nothing else to look forward to , is there ?

Enough is enough !

These kites are made for flying

That's just what they'll do

One of these days these kites are gonna fly all over you!

We'd love to gather together but we prefer you go

somewhere far , far away flying your kite.

Mangy dog strikes again.

The mad dog striked again yesterday evening.

It wasn't an ambush.
I could see it coming, cock-eyed and injured from some accidents at home and what-nots.

I normally can take his attacks better than this.
I was still able to maintain my calm and composure, as I fend off the attacks without fighting back.
I wasn't able to think of any ways of attacking him in response to his mangy ways.
Any thoughts of fighting back was firmly under the control.

I am not supposed to fight a mangy dog that can go even nastier, and the result would be disastrous for me in the end.

So the only way, is, to have patience - the same patience I have employed in the past eight years.

Beware, mangy dog! The blood letting tradition has yet to be performed on you - but the day will sure arrive. Meanwhile, let your ego grow and that day will arrive sooner!

The pains of life

The heaviness in the heart weighs and dulls everyday. Sadness loomed at every corner i gaze. Anger stems from every source of children and family oriented tales, sounds and images.

Some stooped in their stubborn belief say this is "self pity".

The anxiety, pain, trauma and shock of bad experiences do affect an individual. There is no denial to effects of total 'experiences'.

The pain in the neck gets worse when lying on bed last night. The morning started with dizzy and aching head that feels like its bursting at the seams.

The wonderful numbing effect of ethanol seeping into the brain took care of the aches for the whole night, well almost.

I remember the nice, peaceful tingling effect of my hair being trimmed by my plump, silver-streaked haired barber the other day. Its been a long time since i last experienced it.

My beloved mother, my beautiful Jasmine

This is the darkest days of my life.

My beloved mother is cancer striken and is undergoing chemotheraphy. It is so painful to see her suffer.

My baby - Jasmine has normal chromosoms. But she left this world before she was born into it.

I hope it will be a blissful afterworld for her.

This shall all end soon.

This shall all end soon.

Disappointments, sadness, anxiety, grief and tears.

That's all there is to my life.

Deafening doggone mangy dog!

3rd November 2006

The mangy dog seethed in anger.
It snarled, barked as if insane

Its hair didn't looked too ruffled, skin not putrid or showing signs of decay whatsoever.
Is it suffering from rabies ?

Probably need a jab to calm him down.
Holding on tight to the brass pole, it growls impatiently while I looked for my knife...

He exposes his entire length of its fangs under the folded skin under its nose.
Grrrr.............................

BAW! BAW ! BAW!!!!! His bark thundered across the room, rendering the five of us nearly deaf (in delight).

The sheepish look on the scoundrel's face was demeaningly foolish, to put it mildly.

The bloodletting tradition dated way back into the olden days of the good ol' barbers who doubles up as surgeons is about to be re-enacted.

The blade gleamed from tip to tang under the afternoon sun...

Blessings,Missings and Jerks

Blessings
1. God (Krishna).
2. Wife.
3. Parents, grandmother, brother&family.
4. Father & Mother-in-law & family.
5. Friends - Ravinther, Muthu, Albert&Grace.
6. ChongEu, YinPeng and AiPing

Missings
1. Child

Jerks
1.One Neighbour.
2.Avin.

Drowning or floating

Drowning or floating

Need to float for a while...
Really need to float for a while...
Too much pressure
Too many things happening at the same time
Too much responsibilities

Who do you live for ?

Schipol

Live neither for your friends nor your enemies
They often change sides
In any case, their true selves are neither friends nor enemies.

The petals are red, the stalks green
After they were developed
But look again, its only a wood ornament.

Cheers.

Thieves 2 Me 0 (Current score)

Dexter

The World Cup 2006 in Germany ended in a sour note for me. All our leather shoes were stolen a few hours after the penalty kicks.

So, how does it feel to be in my shoes ?

Remembering Windsor

Isn't she lovely ?

This beautiful and cute girl I met at Windsor Castle, United Kingdom is just so naturally photogenic I cannot resist putting her picture on the blog.

If you see this, my dear friend - - please drop me a note on the blog.

Cheers!

My Best Friend

My best friend

28th March 2006
They say 10 fingers are too many if you count the number of true friends you've got when you reach your 30s..
Well, I couldn't agree more
And she (see picture) is definitely a friend finer than most human i have known and befriended.

Apologies to all my human friends.

Cheers.

So much, so little

21st March 2006

So much to do
so little time to do it

So many headaches
On one head

Maybe that's why they say
Two heads are better than one.

Cheers

Stormed

Stormed

13th March 2006

Flooded, stormed,
In the wake of a string of disasters

Torrential wind flung in different directions,
Rain gushed down

Fear,
and anxiety...

Destruction,
then rebuilding.

Anger and resentment
Questions...

Run

Run

9th March 2006

He ran as fast as he could, up the slope
His tiny blue sandals flapped as he sprinted on the green grass
Pushing himself, he reached the trees at the horizon
Heart thumping fast, gasping for breath..

The triumph of being first
The wait for the rest of his cousins to catch up
Praises of how fast and agile he was rang through his ears
The smiles on the face of the adults..

These are my memories...

Horizon

Horizon

2nd March 2006

Maybe the time is near,
Horizon is clear

Traffic below is manic,
Rise above the panic

The winding road, hard and dry
below the light blue sky

Is it really time to shovel
or really to throw the towel ?

Dead minds shrink alike...

Lion Dance

Lion Dance

6th February 2006
The lion roared into our office today, bobbing its head to the rhythm of drums and cymbals aloud.

Albeit 2 hours late, it still created quite a ruckus among us.
We still welcomed the Lion with much spirit and happiness!

Cheers!

Happy Dog (Y)Ear

Happy Dog (Y)ear

"May the dog ears flap merrily this year"

The dogs are barking at the dead of the night...
The neighbour is quarelling over some issues...

Its going to be one of those worrying time again,
How to be happy, enjoy the moment, live the now,etc..
Life...

Anyway, since its Chinese Lunar New Year;
the year of the dog,
let the doggone past be gone;
and try, at least try, ok - - to celebrate.

Happy Lunar New Year to all, and the dogs too.

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

Do you remember, Ravi ?

17th January 2006

It was the year 1976.
My first experience of school.
My first found friend, best of friend.
A curly-haired, dark and skinny boy -- straw in his mouth, sipping 'coca-cola' from a plastic bag.

30 years later.

It was 12:03 pm, a hot afternoon.
A tall chap in his bright red shirt stood across the street looking at me.
Off we went for lunch -- just as we did together in the school canteen.

Cheers.

Karmic Knot

6th Jan 2006
An important, week-long holiday loomed in the corner without a single plan. Decisions, decisions.

Extended karmic learnings from 2005
When you fail to resolve a karmic-knot within tolerable time;
and no matter how many knots you get in a year,
You patiently face it till the knots' time is up;
because like you, each karmic-knot has its lifespan too.

If you still cannot wait that long,
Then the knot waits till your time is up.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Last weekend was spent in a vegetable-like manner. Drowsy most of the time.
Soul was distinctly felt alienated from the body; creeping into the heart to hide away.
Feels good , though slightly melancholic.

Happy Contemplating.

Hainanese Chicken Rice

Some of you stumbled upon this blog while looking for chicken rice recipes. (not surprising)
So I thought I should at least have my favourite Hainanese Chicken Rice recipe here.

Hainanese chicken rice recipe, adapted to my personal preference.

Serves 4
INGREDIENTS:

Chicken:1 whole chicken, about 3 pounds
1 teaspoon salt
2 cloves garlic, peeled
4 slices fresh ginger, peeled
4 scallions, trimmed
about 12 cups water
2 tablespoons sesame oil
sliced tomatoes (garnish)
sliced cucumbers (garnish)
cilantro sprigs/coriander (garnish)

Chicken Rice:
2 cups long-grain rice
2 tablespoons peanut oil
5 shallots, peeled and minced
5 cloves garlic, minced
3-1/2 cups reserved stock from cooking chicken
1/2 teaspoon salt

PREPARATION:
Wash chicken and remove excess fat. Rub the inside of the cavity with salt.
Smash garlic and ginger slightly with the flat of a knife. Tie scallions into a knot.
Place garlic, ginger, and scallions inside the chicken cavity.
Bring the water to a boil in a pot large enough to hold the chicken.
Add the chicken, breast-side down.
Simmer, covered, 30-40 minutes, turning chicken halfway through the cooking process, until chicken is done (juices from thigh should run clear when pricked with a fork).
Carefully remove chicken, draining liquid from body cavity back into the pot.
Reserve the stock to make chicken rice.
Plunge the chicken into ice water for 5 minutes to stop the cooking process and tighten the skin. Drain, rub with sesame oil, and let cool to room temperature.
To serve, chop chicken into bite-size pieces (the Chinese do this bone and all) and arrange on a platter.
Garnish with sliced tomatoes, cucumbers, and cilantro sprigs.

To make the chicken rice, wash the rice and drain in a colander. Let stand 1/2 hour to dry.
Heat oil in a wok. Add the shallots and garlic. Stir-fry until fragrant. Add rice grains and stir-fry 3-4 minutes, until glossy and fragrant.
Transfer to a saucepan.
Add the chicken broth and salt.
Bring to a boil over high heat and boil until the liquid level evaporates to the level of the rice and steam holes appear.
Turn heat to low.
Cover and simmer 40 minutes. Serve with Hainanese chicken.

Serve with Chili Sauce

Chili Sauce recipe
INGREDIENTS:
About 2 ounces fresh red chilies, seeded1 ounce garlic, peeled1 ounce fresh ginger, peeled3 to 4 teaspoons lime juice1/2 teaspoon salt

PREPARATION:Combine chilies, shallots, garlic, and ginger in a food processor or blender and process to a paste.

Enjoy!

True essence of your existence

True essence of your existence

When you are really sick or suffering, when you feel you are at the edge of your life, remember..

"Your body is not the true essence of your existence;
Think of the snow flakes falling freely, its temporary form..
.. is ever changing." - I read this 25 years ago without understanding what it meant.

"The true essence of this life that you are living is the soul." I now think I understand what it meant but still do NOT see or own the knowledge like it's mine - even though I am closer to this body than anyone else I know.

Blessed may we be.

(My) Lady in Red

My Lady in Red

"Is this ok ?", she quipped as she stood facing me.

She wore a fitting bright red jacket, unbuttoned.
Under it was a sweet, cream dress with miniature flower imprints.
The bright red, the fit at her waist, the flower buds on the soft cream... So sweet, so nice.

"So sweet , so nice. If I have a camera..", I said.

Cheers.

Horrendous weekend work schedule

8th November 2005

Horrendous weekend work schedule

Two more horrendous, continuous weekend work schedule..
..that's what I need to spice up my life.

We need healthier lives. We do.

Inner wants, outer wants

21st October 2005.

Inner wants, outer wants.

Desires can be categorised widely into two categories.

Those we can understand and hence more openly discussed (eg desire to own a bigger house) and those we cannot easily understand or discuss (desire for enlightenment, psychological freedom, sexual desires, etc).

Desires, however are not so clear-cut all the time - many lie somewhere in between "easily understood" and "totally out of our mental grasp".

We shall call materialistic and easily understood desires ''Outer desires" and inner and less easily understood desires ''Inner desires'' for ease of further reading.

Inner desires tend to pile-up in our minds more so than outer desires because we mentally slip them under the mental carpet when we have difficulty dealing with them.

Under the mental carpet (or we call the subconscious mind), complex layering of these desires creates a mesh of mental pattern. When the pile-up is not slowed down, a mental mess of desires produces frustrations, emotions, ego and various other side effects.

Cravings for material items and materialistic actions can be symptoms of unfulfillment of outer, materialistic desires. Such unfulfilled can be the result of deeper, unfulfilled inner desires.

. . .

Enough of mental knotting for today,
Cheers.

Dead Rat

18th Oct 2005

Rat dead.
A bloody incident.
1 hour.
A stick in hand within an enclosed room.
Occassional spraying of insecticide.
Dead.
Bloody dead.

It deserved it, that bloody rat.

Rat-faced boy

17th August 2005

Rat-faced boy.

The rat faced boy was asking for trouble again last week.

My level of tolerance rose again that day. I have gained a new level of patience for that rat-faced french when he started hurtling offensive and abusive words at me.

After a continuous bombardment of offensive words, I decided to cut that rodent off its trail of offensive biting and chewing of facts right off his stinking and foul mouth. I roared at it, leaving the jutted teethed rodent squirming '.. you don't have to shout at me...'

I guess he seriously need to chew on some warfarin.
That rotten rat !

16th Sept 2005

16th Sept 2005

Hare Krishna!
Dear Lord Krishna, the Lord of the Universe
Please be merciful on this tiny soul trapped in this body i call mine

I sense some peace
after 11 hours of tense headache
since 8 in the morning today
And it will all start over again, next monday

Dear Lord Krishna
My blue Krishna boy
I seek only your protection from the mess,
the stress..

Hare Krishna.

Being human beings.. frustrated, dissatisfied lot

FDL - Frustrated, dissatisfied lot

The internet line had been pretty slow and congested all day long.
Contacted the local ISP (Internet Service Provider) but they took time to solve.

My boss came stomping to our department and started lashing his tongue like a green eyed monster gone beserk.

When things went smoothly, nobody bothers.
Once a speck of dust gets into their way, hell break loose.

The frustrated and dissatisfied lot...
Being human beings, its simply understandable...