Monday, November 5, 2007

When you love someone like that


It's funny how heart works.

The same goes to feeling and of course the heart and feeling go hand in hand and when they both in actions, Allah knows how you can't cheat them.

I was having a terrible heart and feeling breakdowns (emotionally that is) couple of days back thanks to ayam, the dream of it, the price hike and the eventual damnation of it. That's it. No more mention about ayam anymore.

The last couple of days have been quite a corner stone turning of life if i may put it that way. I was dragged to the almost ethereal experience of how hard it is to cheat and ignore my heart and feeling. I realised now, how heart can grew fonder whenever you try to ignore someone who love you dearly.

I am loved but i am not in love...

Friday, November 2, 2007

Flying without wings

My life has been 'peaceful' these couple of days. The sudden hiatus that i took, away from the mundane, predictable and almost routine undertakings has proven to be uplifting.

I need a break, a hiatus from an almost incessant turkey talkings, sweet slanderings and that state of mind where i feel like i am under the influence of morphine (not that i've tried this, it's just that surreal feeling of flying without wings to no man's land thingy).
Farewell mak ayam. I hope you'll roast to perfection in hell.


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Thursday, November 1, 2007

A strange dream indeed


I woke up this morning feeling rather dizzy. I was having a bad dream. I dreamt of an old hen with golden comb and wattles on the verge of being slaughtered after being paraded under the yolk of heavy pillory in downtown Jalan Ampang. The hen a.k.a mak ayam tua was sentenced for being foul-mouthed, an act tantamount to treason in a peaceful country of Darul Iman.

I didn't watched the bloody scene not because i have pity on the poor old hen but because i am sick of seeing blood. Blood makes me nausea what more if the blood belongs to an infidel hen with golden comb and wattles.

Today i am wearing a stoic and angry look. My anger towards the mak ayams and their butter uppers and their friends still haven't subsided. I don't want to see these disgusting creatures of Allah anymore. Ever.