world's shortest man

Is Khangendra Thapamagar, a 14 years ( born in 1992) old boy from Baglung, Western Nepal, the world's shortest man ? He weighed only 600 grams at birth, and currently measured 20 inches tall and weight 4,5Kg. He was only able to walk at the age of 8. His physical growth stopped when he was at the age of 11.

Some Nepalese also claimed that Khangendra is the dwarf reincarnation of Lord Vishnu. For more information on Khangendra, please visit www.khagendratma.org.

Coffee intoxicated thoughts

About Life practicality
It would be nice if Life can be as simple as Microsoft's culture. For example, when you hit into problem, you can always start all over again by Clicking the three magic keys of CTRL, ALT, and DEL. To end everything, you need to go back to START. To get a job initiated, you need to RUN.

About Sexy Underwear
Why women bother spending a fortune to buy sexy lingerie to sexually arouse the men ? When a man is on heat, it doesn't matter what the woman wear. You can even drill a hole on the flagpole and wrap a skirt around it, and the man go for it if he is intoxicated enough.

About Sexual techniques
Most experts on sexuality emphasized the importance of FOREPLAY. But in life, those who can't do, TEACH. And those who can't teach, DO! .The CAN DO always paid a fortune to listen to the CAN'T DO ! About foreplay ? Does it really matter ? Real man prefer only the play and straight forward action. Only impotence politician engage in foreplay. Why glorifying "foreness" when you can't get the job done ?

About Oral Sex
Does men love oral sex ? Hello, are you a man ? What can be more sextisfying than oral sex ?. Men loved oral sex ! That's the truth, not myth. When a man did it on woman, it is called Cunnilingus. When a woman did it on man, it is called Fellatio. But for the not so educated man like me, just keep it simple. Just call it a Blow job.


About erotic fantasy and Buddhism
The Pope once described Buddhism as a religion of erotic fantasy. As a Buddhist, I would like to thank the Pope for jump starting my enlightenment. Just imagine, you are in deep trance of meditation, you begin to see things you shouldn't see and sensations of excitements that radiate to every muscles and sensory cells of your body. At the end of the session, what do you get ? I don't know about you. But the Pope do describe my state of being precisely in those two magic words. Mr Pope, you have problem with erotic fantasy ? I don't have. Why don't you mind your own business and stop derogatorized my perfectly healthy adventurism of mind and body ?

About Politicians
In Malaysia, it has been a trend for political parties to gain acceptance by parading the accountability concept of limiting a politician's office to Two Terms. Are they serious ? I support the initiative, and hopefully they implement it - seriously limiting it to Two Terms, first term in Office, second term in Jail.

About Human Intelligent
President Bush said "It is about time the human race enter the Solar system", I guess all this while we are on the other side of the milky way. And, he also said "Majority of our import came from outside the country". Come to think of it, he is just like me. Talking non sensible things all the time.

Of Life & Coffee.....

Received this little story in my mail box today.

*****

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups made of Porcelain, Plastic, Glass, Crystal, Some ordinary looking, Some expensive, Some exquisite.

He told them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in their hands, the professor said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap looking ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and worse, you were eyeing each other's cups. Now, if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."

*****

So, the moral of the story is, drink more coffee - Taiping Coffee !

What will it be ?

I watched in silence the live telecast of a political party's general assembly recently. For two days, I watched in silence, horror, agony, and sadness. The insensitive languages being used, the tones of arrogances, the uncultured gestures being waved, and the psychological fears being intentionally delivered to intimidate fears to other Malaysians, are ruthless and irresponsible. Can I blamed them, after all, it is a race based political party. The leaders and the delegates are all out there to prove their ethnicity to whore for support. All race based political parties in Malaysia have the tendencies to be racial champions without giving due regards to the sensitivity and fragile racial relationship in Malaysia. But coming from a political party which is the main component of the ruling government is irresponsible.

I presumed majority of Malaysians have had enough of all these insensitive racist remarks and demands. These political insensitivities are not acceptable acts of human decency. These are despicable acts of desperateness of politicians trying to cling on to power and position. Politic has always been a noble profession of human development and advancement, but sadly, there are always people out there to make it resembled the oldest profession of mankind.

Do we have to resort to that level of insensitivity to instigate misplaced hatred and angers against other segment of Malaysian society ? Have we become a shameless rent seeker ? By the way, I am already immuned to all these smelly fartings in the air. In the name of wealth sharing, I am already too lazy to work harder, I will have to learn to make just enough to cover my overheads. Why should I work so hard to pay more taxes ? I definitely do not wish to be in position where my hardwork being misleadingly translated into denying other people's opportunity to accumulate wealths.

Is Malaysia a united nation ? I have my doubt know. If I can gauge it correctly, after so many years of nationhood, we are still shamelessly invoking racial issues to gain political mileages. The air of sentiments displayed are not about protecting the rights and privileges of respective racial groups. But rather, to blame others for their incapabilities and failures. Would it make them look good to erode the rights of other Malaysians ? Would it make them feel better if other Malaysians failed ? When would we be able to rid ourselves of fingers pointing and the crab mentality ? Is it so difficult to conduct self analysis in an unemotional, scientific, and rational manner to rid ourselves of ignorances ?

There will always be knife waving politicians going around to arouse the emotionally charged narrowminded people to instigate hatreds and misplaced angers. We will always have wannabe politicians seeking publicities by making racially inappropriate speeches one after another to cause discomforts to Malaysians of other ethnicities. What would it be, if the youth chief of the MCA also waved KuanKong's Sword of Justice at its General Assembly ? I seriously do not know what MIC's youth chief would waved in their General Assembly if we keep persisting on irrational display of ethnicity.

We talked so much about mutual respect. We expect others to observe our sensitivity, and arrogantly, we are not capable to reciprocate the sensitivity other people accorded to us. Sad, isn't it. Cakap tak serupa bikin ! Our actions are always inconsistent with our words !

We have become arrogantly intolerance, and politically decadence. We are no longer capable of looking at issues and resolved them in the spirits of fair play and due respect for human rights. It always boiled down to our perceived special rights, privileges, and whatever that comes into our fancy. Exactly, what nonsense are we not capable of ?

We swore to protect with our blood and life, and romanticized race and religion's special rights and privileges. Big talks, and empty vessel makes the most noise. But honestly, what are the rights and privileges that have been denied or eroded ? Wouldn't it be better if the perceived and misplaced stupidity be discussed in a more civilized and factual manner ? Why are all these desperate politicians, which I believe constitute only a very small number, be allowed to go around inciting hatreds and unnecessary fears ? To sustain popularity and position by stirring racial emotions is despicable and lacked of moral upbringings. Only uncultured people resorted to desperate act of intimidations and fears mongering. Majority of Malaysians are extremely tolerance, and their silence does not mean they consented to narrowmindedness and extremities of bigotry and racial intolerances.

Majority of Malaysians loved and cherished peace and harmony. But do these small group of unconsciously ignorance and intolerance political desperados understand the meaning and values of peaceful cohabitation and harmony ? There are wealths all over the places to be created ! All we need to do is to work hard, and work as a team to acquired it and share it. By envying how much money other people have and demanding a share without making any efforts to work for it is not going to get you anywhere. Do you seriously think the wealths of other Malaysians fell from heaven ? Are your rights and privileges being denied simply because some other Malaysians choose to work hard and sacrificed their time, sweats, and blood to acquire wealths and comforts ?

We demand sensitivity to our way of life and culture, but how do we reciprocate sensitivity ? Why not spread words of goodwills, love, and tolerances for other races, cultures, and religions ? Why not look within ourselves to find out how we can work harder together to create and share wealths among Malaysians ? Why not accord respect for the achievements of other Malaysians ? The bottom line is, do we want to look at ourselves as Malaysians, or do we want others to accept us us as narrow minded racially motivated pariahs ?

The answer my friend, lies in our hearts. Tuhan already kurniakan rakyat hidup makmur dan bahagia. Please, be a Malaysian. Learn how to appreciate the contributions and sacrifices of other patriotic Malaysians. Focus all your energies and efforts to wealth creations for all Malaysians. Stop blaming other hardworking people for your own failures.

I am what I am. Do you know who you are ? I shake my head.... I shake my head.

Global Orgasm For World Peace ?

Sex activists couple calls for orgasm for peace
Source : AP

Sex activists couple calls for orgasm for peace. Two peace activists have planned a massive anti-war demonstration for the first day of winter.

But they don't want you marching in the streets. They'd much rather you just stay home.

The Global Orgasm for Peace was conceived by Donna Sheehan, 76, and Paul Reffell, 55, whose immodest goal is for everyone in the world to have an orgasm Dec. 22 while focusing on world peace.

"The orgasm gives out an incredible feeling of peace during it and after it," Reffell said Sunday. "Your mind is like a blank. It's like a meditative state. And mass meditations have been shown to make a change."

The couple are no strangers to sex and social activism. Sheehan, no relation to anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan, brought together nearly 50 women in 2002 who stripped naked and spelled out the word "Peace."

The stunt spawned a mini-movement called Baring Witness that led to similar unclothed demonstrations worldwide.

The couple have studied evolutionary psychology and believe that war is mainly an outgrowth of men trying to impress potential mates, a case of "my missile is bigger than your missile," as Reffell put it.

By promoting what they hope to be a synchronized global orgasm, they hope to get people to channel their sexual energy into something more positive.

"The dream is to have everyone in the world (take part)," Reffell said. "And if that means laying down your gun for a few minutes, then hey, all the better."

Prayer of a misguided soul

O' God, the greatest & mightiest !

Why there are so many faiths & religions ?
Don't these silly unbelievers know,
that YOU are the only true God ?
And, my religion is the only true path to YOU ?
Why are these unbelievers refused to follow my path ?
Why the words written in your book are not adhered to ?
Don't they know judgement day is near ?

In your name and by your will,
Instill the braveness in me.
For I shall carried out your words.
The world shall trembled with fear
by the mere mentioned of your name.
I pray to YOU to grant me the rights
to sit by your side on judgement day,
to see the rest of the world burnt in hell.

In your name and by your will,
the world must be cleansed.
The unbelievers' life are worthless.
Their throats should be slitted,
or bullets be pumped into their sinful heads.

In your name and by your will.
I shall create psychological battlefields
into the minds of the unbelievers.
Let these unbelievers' minds be instilled with fears.
I shall shocked them,
with violences, mass murders, and suicide bombings.

In your name and by your will.
While the world dried their tears of desperations,
I shall died a martyrs in bloodied death,
and reap my beautiful rewards as promised by YOU.

O' God, please deliver your promise.
For I have eerie dreams yesterday,
that all my comrades who died in martyrdom
are indeed doomed and are now burning in HELL,
begging the other GOD for mercy and forgiveness.
Please don't make me lose faith in YOU !
Manifest yourself now ! Tell me YOU are real.

O' God, are you listening ?
Am I talking to myself ?
Aren't my bravery and righteousness impressed you ?
In your name and by your will. Tonight,
I shall visit the best prostitute and drink the best wine.
For tomorrow, the world shall know my name.
By your will, my work shall be done.

I am, but on the wrong side of humanity ?

Happy Thanksgiving Day 2006

Be thankful for what you have.
23rd November 2006
(Fourth Thursday of November)

A patriot's song ?

The song of a misguided patriot
(aka From America with Love)

I shall take my place in the rostrum.
Punching my fist in the air
with an obsolete knife in my hand,
I shouted to the gallery !
"The blood of dead warriors shall flow in our veins".
"We shall fight till our last drop of blood !"

In the name of race and religion,
I shall defend my racial and religious rights.
I shall be the champion and wannabe hero !
I love to see bloods on everybody hands.
"Tak kan bangsat lupus dalam dunia ini !"
(These world will never be rid of bastards ! )

History taught us a lesson.
Only barbarian resorts to intimidate others
with their crude weapons.
But who cares, these ignorance fools,
love to rise to my instigated emotional terrorisms.

There are so many misguided souls with misplaced angers,
out there waiting to be manipulated for my gains.
To sustain my popularity and position,
Do I really care, if I spread and incite hatreds against others ?

There are many ways,
to secure political power, popularity and position.
But for a pariah like me,
resorting to absurd rhetorics, falsehoods, and hatreds,
are my only mean and political assets.
Don't you agree ?
This is the political reality of life.

You can safely bet your last dollar.
If the country is challenged and undersieged.
I shall be the first one to flee with glee, and with my loots !
So, please don't question my rights to play to the gallery.
Faked patriotism, has been, and will always be
the name of the game.

Since when the rights of my people were robbed ?
What rights am I defending ?
The rights to intimidate others ?
The rights to deprive others ?
The rights to rob others ?
The rights to live like parasite ?
The rights to trangress and oppress others ?
The rights to perpetuate
an arrogance political culture of ignorance ?
These are my rights !

I am the modern day Robin Hood.
I robbed the hardworking people, and enriched the lazy people.
I denied the poor to enrich the corrupt and immoral.

Is it so difficult for you to give up
a little bit more of what you have,
to accommodate my rent seeking adventure ?
These are my rights, you know?

Is it so sinful for all races and religions,
to cohabitate equally, peacefully, and harmoniously
in this little blue marble ?

Oh Almighty, I kneel before you.
Every act of misdeeds and injustice,
I did it in your name.
How can I be wrong ?
With my insincere prayer,
I seek your blessings again,
to forever place me
in a position of power and popularity.
Because, there are still so many
ignorance fools out there, waiting for my baptism of hatreds !

Racun di tangan kiri ku,
racun di tangan kanan ku.
Yang ku tak tau,
yang mana kan ku bagi mu....

With a sip of coffee,
and a taste of its bitterness,
I shake my head, I shake my head....
Om Namo Amithaba Buddha.

Taoist temple in Penang demolished

KUALA LUMPUR (Reuters) - A bid by Malaysian officials to raze an ethnic Chinese temple turned ugly on Friday with police firing warning shots to quell protests, a witness said, just a day after the premier sought curbs on religious disputes. About 40 people scuffled with about 80 police and municipal officials at the Taoist temple on the northern island of Penang, soon after the structure was cordoned off for demolition, the parliamentary deputy for the area said. { The Ethnic Chinese and Ethnic Indians are Malaysian. Because they are the minority does not mean they have less rights then the descendants of immigrants from other countries. It is sickening to listening to these hypocrites cried injustices around the world fighting for freedom of religion, inequalities, and human rights. Look at what they did in their own backyard. These idiots made me puke..... Maybe the demolished temple is not a Religion of Peace, Love, respect, and tolerance. There is this ancient saying, people who destroy places of worship shall live in living hell and their descendant for 100 generations shall forever live in poverty and miseries. I pitied their descendants. }

Municipal authorities say it was built without planning approval.
{ The municipal authorities should provide a list of temples, mosques, churches, and other places of worships which are built with planning approvals from the municipal authorities. Is it so difficult to respect the religious sensitivity of the non Muslim ? I am quite interested to find out how many planning approvals have been given by the authorities for building places of worship of other religions ? }


"They didn't allow anyone to go in and pick up the statues and deities of the gods and that made people angry," Chong Eng, a lawmaker and member of the opposition Democratic Action Party, told Reuters. "People forced the gate to enter the temple," she added. Police fired two warning shots to break up the scuffle and arrested six people, she added. The incident follows several recent reports of demolitions of Hindu temples that have stirred outcry from Malaysia's ethnic Indian community, feeding minority communities' fears that their rights are at risk among a largely Muslim population. { So, who is the oppressor and who is the oppressed ? Forked tongues sub species are all over the world. And the sad part is, they slithed among us ! The first man, Adam, should have eaten the snake instead of eating the apple. }

Political leaders of the ethnic Malay majority have warned the nation's Chinese and Indian minorities to stop questioning Malay privileges or risk hurting race relations, a touchy issue in a country that has suffered race riots in the past. { Name me the instances where the Chinese and Indian questioned the rights of the Muslim Malay. For that matter, they can do whatever they want with their rights. My observation is, it is the desperate racist politicians making racial and religious statements to out do each other, within their race based political party, to gain political survivals. These desperate racist politicians must be restraint from repeatedly making hatred inciting statement to keep intruding into the rights of Chinese and Indian minority ? Honestly, who started the Race riot ? Definitely not me, my father, or my grandfather. The Race Riot was started by a bunch of sickening desperate racists who incite racial hatreds to gain political power. These mental retards are now all dead and still burning in HELL. Don't believe me ? Go ask your God. }

Earlier this week, Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawi said polemics on race and religion in Malaysia had reached a worrying level, saying guidelines for debate needed to be laid down. { Agreed. It is at a worrying level. Who started it ? Asked those mentally retarded pariahs to stop inciting racial hatreds with their ill intent political statements. Apply the guidelines on yourselves first. }

"It's time to remind people to lay down the ground rules," { Reminding the people ? Aren't you barking at the wrong tree ? Please remind yourself, the people surrounding you, and all those mentally retarded pariahs to stop using race and religion as issues to gain racial popularity to sustain their position within their race based political parties. }

Abdullah, an Islamic scholar who portrays Malaysia as a moderate Muslim nation said on Thursday. { I guess it is always counted as an act moderateness to demolish temples and places of worships other religions. Siapa Cakap ? }

{ I am a Taoist. Am I challenging or questioning your rights by expressing my anger for the illogical demolitions of Taoist temple by the municipal authorities ? Am I being insensitive to your religion sensitivity because I voiced my anger against the destruction of a Taoist temple ? }

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A day at a local bank.....

I "was" having a small personal saving account in a local bank situated behind my office. Initially, I found it very convenient to operate the saving account. I have ATM card where I can withdraw small cash from any ATM machine, I can use the Internet banking facilities to pay my bills and conduct inter-banks funds transfer, and I can also use the Internet banking to do my monthly investment in unit trusts. Needless to say, it was so paperless, I don't even bother to keep my saving account book.

Since two months ago, I can't use the Internet banking facilities to conduct my usual banking transactions. I was later told that I need to go to my branch to update my hand phone number to my account profile. I was told it was for security reason that I must provide my hand phone number. What the heck, I went to the Bank's branch to enquire.

I was directed to the "Customer Service Counter". The customer service personnel, passed a form to me and said "FILL this form".

"Fill this Form ?" I asked

"YES. FILL ! FILL !" She commanded impatiently. Perhaps, maybe the way I dressed is not up to her standard. I should have put on tie, dressed smartly, put on my Rolex watch, and flashed all my platinum cards to her.

Nevertheless, my emotion is still in controlled. I took a few minutes to fill the form and passed it back to her.

"IC ! IC!" She said impatiently.

I took out my Identity Card and handed it to her. Trying very hard not to be annoyed with her ill manner.

She photocopied my IC, then insert it into a small black box. "My card reader can not read your IC !" She said.

"Can not read my IC ?" I asked.

"READ IT YOURSELF !" she threw the card reader and my IC on to the table in front of me expecting me to pick it up and operate the faulty card reader.

"Can I give you my Driving License for verification ?" I asked. Still trying not to be annoyed.

"NO ! Go home and get your Birth certificate to show it to me !"

"Why do you need my Birth Cert ? Can your card reader read my Birth Cert ? " I asked

"This is my bank Auditor's requirement." She said without looking at me.

"Can I talk to your Manager ?" I requested.

"NO. He is not IN." She said and proceed to the next customer.

Never mind about the rude treatment. I have more important things to do for the day. I am not going to display my emotion and waste my breaths on this insufficiently educated person. I went back to the office and call the Bank asking to speak to the manager. The manager told me, if the card reader have problem reading my IC, Driving License is good enough for verification purpose. He asked me to go back to the bank and he will talk to the clerk to get it done for me.

I guess I have enough of being push around. I told myself, no more further business with this bank.

The next morning, I went to another foreign bank, told them my requirements, within less than 15 minutes, I was served coffee, given a Gold Credit Card, and a Priority Banking Account. The most important thing is, they served me with enthusiastic SMILES and are always very patient with my enquiries. Now this is what I called "Customer Service" !

After completing my transactions with the new bank, I went back to the old bank to close my unit trusts account and saving account. This time, another clerk in the "Customer Service" counter asked me "Mr XXX, why you want to closed your account ?" If she was the Customer Service Personnel that served me yesterday, I would not have to take the trouble to open a new account elsewhere and closed my account here. Too bad, enough is enough. I am not going to subject myself the future risks of customer abuses.

"It is a bit inconvenient for me to maintain my account here." I replied with couldn't care less and polite manner. "I might even want to close all current accounts related to me in this bank later."

I am not expecting the bank to treat me like his royal highness, the majesty. But at least, be polite and put on a fake smile. I guess I do have my limit, this is not the first time the same "customer service personnel" being very rude to me. If she felt that I am giving her too much work by being a customer in her bank, I will go elsewhere to other bank who is willing to do business with me.

The Ugly Malaysians....

I was at the UKM Hospital this morning to attend to some personal matter. I noticed, within the hospital's compound, there are probably more than 500 parking bays for "normal" people, and miserable 4 parking bays for the "handicapped".

What caught my attention was, out of the 4 handicapped parking bays, three bays are conveniently parked by non handicapped drivers.

Hello, the parking bays are reserved for "PHYSICALLY HANDICAPPED", not the "MENTALLY HANDICAPPED". Please lah, BE CONSIDERATE !!!!

A picture speaks a thousand words. Well, do I need to say more ? I shake my head.....

Man with the Longest Hair

The man with the longest hair in Vietnam
Vietnam Pictorial
By Truong Cong Kha

After more than 42 years of not having a hair cut, 73-year old Tran Van Hay in Hoa An Village, Mong Tho Commune, Chau Thanh District, Kien Giang Province, has recently been recorded in Vietnam’s Guinness Book for his hair of 6.3 metres in length and 9kg in weight. Now he is waiting to be recorded in the World’s Guinness Book.

Talking about her husband’s hair, Nguyen Thi Hoa said: “I married him at the age of 21 and at that time he was an ordinary person. However, few years later he usually got sick after having his hair cut. When we had our first child, he was afraid of being sick and not being able to provide for family so he wanted to grow his hair. I agreed and he has not had hair cut for 42 years.”

Since he decided to have long hair, many things have changed in his personality. He became very gentle and usually followed monks to treat poor patients with medicinal herbs. Gradually, he becomes well-known for his good treatment. On a visit to his homeland in Rach Gia, Kien Gia, Jean Mare, a French of Vietnamese origin, found him and asked him to feel his pulse and prescribe a medicine. Only two months later, he completely recovered from his heart disease. He also introduced his seven French friends to Tran Van Hay. At present, Tran Van Hay is a member of the Vietnam Association of Oriental Medicine.

For many years, Tran Van Hay has had a moderate lifestyle. Everyday, he spends about one hour in the morning, afternoon and at night to sit in meditation. With the long hair, he also faces some difficulties in daily life. In the daytime, he has to wrap his hair around his head and use a special headscarf to protect it but when sleeping he put his hair to one side and it looks like a giant python.

A piss of my mind....

I came across this small online news article in Pravda. It sounds scary to me. The article mentioned about the threats of a terrorist group planning terror attacks in America and Europe during Christmas Eve. The news articles claimed that intelligence information obtained indicated the Terrorists are planning to bomb 30 trains and planes across Europe during the festive period. And, more than 12000 seasoned gunmen has been trained to penetrate America to attack the White House.

My religion and moral sense demand me to respect the sacredness of the Christmas festivities and other religions' festivals. To carry out mass violences and murders during Christmas Eve ? That speak so much of the values of the terrorists' religion and their religious commitments. I am nauseated with all the faked religiosity's, contaminated belief, and satanisms surrounding us. Piss till thy kingdom come, there shall be no peace but Piss ?

When America and Britain talked about the dangers of terrorism, I used to disbelieve them. My initial perception of America is simply this, they are a bunch of war mongering people go around the world to conquering weaker nations to established their influences. That was my impressions from reading news articles in the local media. I know now I have wrong perception of western countries. Sad to admit, I was misguided. Mr Bush and Mr Blair, I am sorry for the wrong perception of your countries. Your nations are truly land of the free. Your uniform young men and women are true freedom fighters and international peace keeper. May God bless your nations with good health, happiness and prosperity.


I have since became more open minded and more critical of the sources of news I read. I have now learned to read news from various international sources to eliminate intentional biases and falsehoods. Some news sources are so biased that you practically have to take it with a few kg of salts to salinate the poisoness lies. But needless to say, I can now understand why the western countries such as America and Britain have to resort to invade countries suspected of breeding terrorisms. I am also beginning to understand why America and the rest of civilized nations supported Israel in her on going wars against Palestinians and Lebanon.

I am not a supporter of western cultures or a believer of Christian God. I believe in my religion and I appreciate my own culture. But coming to terms with the reality of intolerance groups attempting to transgress and dominate incompatible cultures, America and the rest of the civilize nations have the rights to do what they are doing now. They are merely taking pre-emptive actions and measures to protect the security and well beings of their nations and people. I used to sympathize with the so called "oppressed" people and the "oppressed" countries. But, with great sadness, I have to come to realizations that the "oppressed" are actually the oppressors. These so called "oppressed" people are the culprits for instigating hatreds, violences, and miseries against other peaceful and tolerance citizens of the world.

I am now awared, irregardless of religions, there are always people who choose a life of hatreds, live in hatreds, speak with hatred, eat with hatreds, sleep with hatreds, dream with hatreds, and eventually died in hatreds. When they breathe their last breaths, they passed the burden of their hatreds to their younger generations, the wounds deepened, and the vicious cycle of violences repeat it selves.


Now tell me, in your right mind, which religion glorifies death over life ? Which religion gives blessing to its followers to conduct violences and murders of innocent people ? Which religion preaches intolerances of other people ways of life ? Which religion encourages its followers to conduct transgressions ? Honestly speaking, I can think of NONE. My religion taught me all religions are beautiful, honourable, and peaceful. But, if along the way, some barbarians come along to claim that they did these despicable acts in the name of their religion, and it is the rightful things to do, then, I can safely assumed that the good name of religion has been abused. Perhaps, only PISSFUL people with PISSFUL mentality are capable of doing PISSFUL acts with the backing and instigations of equally PISSFUL mental retards.

The bloods of innocent victims are already on the hands of hateful and blood thirsty criminals. In the name of your religion, how many more lives must be lost, before you repent and seek the true path of humanity ? Almighty, I am sicked and tired of faked religious people, everyday demonstrating their religiosity's by shouting insincere prayers to their GOD. Please rid them of their evilness and hypocrisies.

May the jewels of the lotus sprinkle the light of sanity and kindness to help them seek the right path of humanity. Om Mani Padme Hum. Om Namo Amithaba Buddha.

Waltzing Circle of my mind ?

A circle has no beginning and ending ?
When did it began, and
when was it ended ?
It went round and round ?
Why not draw the circle yourself ?
You decide the beginning,
and dictate the end.

Does life goes round and round ?
The circle of life begins with Birth,
it always ends with Death..
Joining Birth and Death is the Path.
Between Birth and Death,
we are only entitled to traverse the path once.

This life,
in this plane and this dimension,
Take control of yourself,.
chart your course,
decide the impression of your foot prints.
Enriched your path
with sights, smells, and purpose.
Touched the life of others
with generosity and humilities.
Healed hatreds and revenges
with love, hope, and honesty.
Learned and shared your knowledge
to make this world a better world.
By the time you complete the path,
life's journey
is a straight forward path to rebirth.
The end is the beginning of new hope,
of life to be revisited in a new environment.

We fear death.
Let not fear
leads you to aimless circle of death.
Live your life, and walk your destined path.
Fear not the circle of fear,
but waltz around in rhymes.
Live not a life of death,
but a life of enlightenments,
a celebration of new beginning.

A beautiful butterfly,
Squeezes out from a cocoon,
Spreads its wings,
breathes life,
in the beautiful garden of God.

And, the journey goes on...........

Namo Amithaba Buddha.

Remembrance Day

Today , 11th November 2006, is Remembrance Day in Canada.

When I was pursuing my education in Canada, the first English language poem that was taught to me was "In Flanders Fields". The poem was written By Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae (1872 - 1918). John McCrae was born in Guelph, Canada on 30th November 1872. I can still vividly remembered Canadians proudly wearing red Poppy on their collars during the month of November. The red poppies are from the John McCrae's Flanders Fields.

I found the poem emotionally interesting. The poem helped me to understand the true characteristics and qualities of Canadians. Canada is a multi-racial country, a peaceful nation that was never at war with any country, but never shed away her international responsibilities to defend the rights and honours of humanity.

With regret, I take note that my own country failed me as a young man. But Canada, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you so much for the hospitality given to me, and the opportunity to be educated and learned in your beautiful country.
On this sacred day, may the souls of your fallen heroes rest in peace. May your future generations remember the sacrifices and heroic deeds of these fallen heroes against world's tyrannies and evils. May God continues to blessed this beautiful nation of yours with prosperities and joyousness,

The Flanders Fields, I quote.

IN Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

For those evils doers and satanic worshippers who continued to waged wars against humanity, May you be reminded of the following passages of the Good Book.

"It is not I who speaks these lies into the thoughts of men, but it is only Satan; for he who is the father of all lies (John 8:44). O, if men only knew how just much Satan really hates all men; men of all nations, of all races, of all ages, and of all genders. O, if the world only knew how just how great the limitations are that I have placed upon Satan's hatred, lest he torment men beyond measure and destroy the lives all men. Only by my word is Satan restrained from exercising his full hatred against men. But these are the days when those constraints on Satan are being loosened; days where Satan's hatred towards men is being made more manifest as one day leads into the next day. These are the days where Satan is able to increase the intensity of the evil and the wrath that he has towards all men, especially those who follow me. These are the days where Satan is able to speak more madness into the thoughts of who are not under my hedge of protection. You know that I so love all men, but I am only able to show favor to and protect those who believe on me (I Peter 1:5). You remember that which I have revealed to you that Satan and I only have one thing in common, and that is that we both have a passion to have you. Satan desires to have so that he may exercise his hate upon you, and I desire to have you to overflow you with my love. Satan desires to have to so that he may rule over you with sin and death, but I desire to rule over you with peace and life. Satan desires to have you to do you evil, but I desire to have you to do you good. Satan desires to rule over you with bondage, while I desire for liberty and freedom to be your dominion.

It is whose words that you honor that determines whose servant that you are (Rom.6:16). If you honor Satan's lies by believing them, then death and sin shall surely be the law that will continue to rule over the thoughts of your mind. But if you honor me by believing my words, then I shall give unto you the Spirit of life (Rom.8:2); and I shall write my life as a law into your hearts and your minds. Though men desire to have a life better than that which they presently have, no man is able to find of life of himself because no man is able to overcome the darkness of himself; for how can a man overcome darkness when all that he knows is darkness or either the darkness that appears as the light? Who is the man who is able to discern that the source of every evil and miserable thought that is brought forth in the visions and imaginations of his mind is of the Devil? I am your Savior, and my Spirit is your only hope of salvation from this darkness and death.

Sex in the City

My teenage son talked to me about the local tabloid, The Malay Mails, being banned by the government this evening. "Do you think they are right in banning the Malay Mails ?" He asked. I explained to him that, the problem we have at hand is not about Malay Mails publishing discussion of teenagers' sex problems. The real problem is, there is a growing malice of teenagers having pre-marital sex. Preventing discussion to create awareness of the problems is not the right approach to solve problem. No, I don't think it is right to banned Malay Mails. But again, I would like to believe that, the authority are staffed with professionally qualified and academically educated professionals to make that executive decision to withdraw the publishing permit of Malay Mails. I seriously hope, that decision was not based on emotional rhetoric and unqualified satisfaction of misguided popularity.

I used to read Malay Mails few years ago mainly because of its properties classified advertisements and city focused news articles. I stopped subscribing to the paper when it reposition itself to target the teenagers market. On the business point of view, Malay Mails, and as well as most of the local papers are losing readerships purely because Malaysians are turning into many sources on line news for unbiased reporting. I guess the Editor of Malay Mails is desperate to boost readerships, as result, resort to creative presentation of sex related issues, Let's Talk About Sex, to attract readerships. Honestly, I would like to give the benefits of doubt to the editors of Malay Mails. I honestly would like to believe that, they took it upon themselves to create a forum to creatively educate teenagers on sex and sexualities.

From what I gathered, what was printed in Malay Mails are not somethings that is racy and pornographic. The freedom of expressions and opinions of the paper must be respected and should be encouraged. Banning it is not the right approach to encourage a opened and well informed society. Young adults simply need to be educated about sex and sexuality, and they need to be well informed. You have any better ideas of getting the message across to them ? By banning anything that attempt to openly discuss about it. Putting a bird and a bee in glass jar and let them figure it out ? Or force them to read some holy books so that their brains' frequencies will automatically straightened out ?

Ever wondered why there are so many rape, molest, incest, and sex related crimes nowadays ?

On the whole, I would like to believe that, majority of Malaysians, are not ultra-conservative. And, I sincerely do not want to be that naive to believe that, sex among teenagers, are not uncommon. Perhaps, Malay Mails is taking the noble initiative to openly discuss about the sex related issues of teenagers in Kuala Lumpur in particular, and Malaysia in general. But being what we we are, our holier than thou ignorances made it a no no taboo to have open discussion on sex related issues. It was reported that many angry calls were received by the authority resulting in the tabloid being banned. It is always the hypocrisy of moral minority barging in to transgress the rights of others to imposed their faked moralities and values. Yes, pre-marital sex among teenagers is a serious moral and social problem in our Asian values system. We should be bold enough to openly discuss about it and create awareness to seek educated and civil ways to address this problem. Sweeping it under the carpet and pretending that the problem does not exist is not going to help to resolve and rectify the sickening situation.

When a Mongolian citizen, Anna Ana Ang, was murdered in Malaysia, the local press reported in graphic details of extra marital affairs and the horrific techniques of murder. But these reporting does not attract the angry condemnations of the same small group of moral minority. But an attempt to have a forum to openly discuss the pre-marital sex problems of teenagers draw unparalleled angry outbursts. I simply do not see the logic of normative judgement here. What is so wrong about acknowledging the existence of teenagers' sex related issues, creating awareness, and openly discuss about it ? Perpetually in constant self denials, and punishing others for bringing up the issues, will eventually worsen the situation. If there is an unwanted tumour in your body, you need to identify the tumour, discuss treatment strategy with professionals, and apply treatment therapy to cure the illness. But if you are in a state of denial and refuse to seek treatment, the end result is, you will suffer and die prematurely.

I would definitely do not want my children to be involved in pre-marital sex. But on the hand, if we treat everything as taboo and shot down any attempt to discuss about this issue, how are we going to ensure safe sex, prevent unwanted pregnancies, and prevent sexually transmitted diseases ? As it is, there are already too many narrow minded and ignorance fools out there preaching the wrong ideas to the teenagers. Should we be forever condemn ourselves to treat SEX as dirty and sinful ? Let be practical about it, if we are not in a position to offer competent remedial advises, let us not buried our head in the sands, and expect everyone else to do the same. At the end of the day, all of us may end up getting anally raped from behind while our head is still buried in the sands.

Reflections of Life Journey

While having dinner this evening, my hand phone rang, the caller identification displayed an unfamiliar oversea number. I don't usually have business call during dinner time, and I don't expect any personal call either. I answered the call, a familiar voice from the other side of the line, somehow, my aging memory instantaneously identified the caller.

A friend that I have not spoken to since 1983 reappeared in my memory. More than 20 years had past. Times indeed passed us by. We came from the same hometown in Taiping, and attended the same university in Canada. Our youthful spirits then ventured us into Canada. As young men, we were unprepared for the new environment, but somehow, we adapted. We completed our undergraduate course. We went our separate way and never kept in touch.

It was indeed a nice emotional sensation to receive a call from this "long lost friend". We talked for sometimes, exchange email addresses and Skype ID's, and make a tentative appointment to meet in December. I do look forward to receive this friend.

Come to think of it, the past 20 years or so has been an eventful journey. I have my ups and downs during the previous 20 years, Along the way. I made my money, and I have also lost all my money. I nurtured and brought a few friends up, but I was also betrayed when the people I brought up attempt to bring me down. I have my proudest moments and achievements, but I also have my failures and misfortunes. Indeed life is full of surprises. Life is indeed like a cup of coffee, it can be sweet, bitter, or addictive. You never really know the outcome, until you take a sip and finished the cup.

Through the grace of the Almighty, the support of some good friends, and the encouragements and unconditional sacrifices of my family, I overcame all the oddities of life. In short, I have been through worst of times, and the best of times. Life is after all an investment in times. There is really no profits to reap. We are merely reinvesting our times in the hope of having better times ahead. I guess we will just keep repeat the reinvestment process until we breathe our last breath. Perhaps, it is about time, in our eagerness to have better times ahead, we should also learn to divest some times to enjoy the presence.

Looking back, along the path that I walked, I did accumulated a lot of baggages of emotional natures and of personal commitments. The burdens of carrying these baggages along the remaining path that I need to walk, is at times, getting a bit heavy. I am not what I used to be, those carefree days are gone. Like my parents before me, there are responsibilities I need to see through, and there are commitments I need to fulfilled. Sigh, sigh... For better or for worst, life is really not about personal fulfillments. It is what we are expected to do to reciprocate the good deeds done to us.

Looking within and knowing myself, the personal baggages will definitely get heavier as I walk through the path that I have to walk. But do I really have a choice to discard the unnecessary baggages and walk a lighter path ? Honestly, I do not think I have the wisdom to make that decision. I would definitely want to face life commitment with certain balance of emotional and material maturity. Life is only complete if we take the good's and bad's together. How can I appreciate good foods if I have never tasted bad food ? How do I know sweetness if I have never tasted bitterness ? I would take what ever that comes along, the good and the bad, and let life take its course. For whatever it may be, I shall try my best to glee rather then flee. Of course, there will be times it will become unbearable and wanting to explode with rages and expressive. But I shall try my best to act like an actor on the stage. I shall try my best not to leave emotional scars to people surrounding me.

For whatever it is, my sincere feeling is, I do need to find a balance. A balance of personal fulfillments and personal responsibilities. I shall try my best not to change the course into the extreme. My good friend used to tell me, there is no point having so much money but no time to enjoy yourself. And, it is equally bad to have all the good times for yourself but not sharing with people surrounding you,

On a lighter side, sometimes, Life is also like having sex. There is no point looking at your rod everyday fantasizing about your sexual capabilities or incapabilities. It doesn't really matter whether you have big rod or short rod. As long as the rod can get into the hole. it is a good rod. Try to enjoy it and not over indulged in it. Try to have feeling in it and not to over obsessed with your performance. Believe me, you and your partner will definitely have a mutually emotional and sexually fulfilling session.

Well, it is a bit late now. Got to go to bed to recharge my battery and get myself ready for tomorrow. Good niteZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Coffee prayer

Almighty Coffee,
thy aroma drives me crazy.
Where art thou shall lead me ?
The road ahead is, but insanity.
With addicted stupidity,
how can I tell me where it will be ?

Caffeine, oh caffeine,
how can I understand thee ?
What is, is not what seem to be.
Let the world hurried by,
let the world stand still.
I am,
elusively what I seemed not to be.
The desires to be intoxicated by thee,
does in fact pleases my senses,
of not to be, and yet seemingly be.

I know,
I may not have knowledge of the road ahead.
Carpe diem !
With a sip of your greatness,
you deliver the sereneness to my senses,
to be at peace with myself for the time being,
to soothe my fears and troubles alone.
Tomorrow shall come, but let it be.

From here, with a cup of thee,
Tell me, is there eternity ?
Answer me not,
for the answer lies within me.
With my bended knee,
I am, but Saint Coffee !

My old clock.....

This old clock,
its pendulum swing
in perfect locomotion.
With soothing sound of tick tock,
seconds drifted away, and hours gone by.
You served my parents faithfully.
Half a century later,
you are still tickings away to serve me.
Thank you for being faithful to me.

My faithful old clock,
with your elegant simplicity,
you served us well with neutrality.
You witnessed the best of times,
and the worst of times.
Yet, you are still here
dutifully resonate soothing tick tock,
loyally reminding me the essence of time.
would I be asking too much ?
When the good Lord
called it a day for me,
will you also
serve my children faithfully ?
To remind him of the past,
to kindle his appreciation of the present,
and to look forward to the future ?

Life indeed passed us by.
With each tick and tock,
I am reminded of memories
of childhoods, and of my parents times.
With each tick and tock,
those cherished memories,
are also beginning to fade away.
Sign of growing old degeneratively ?
Memories, memories,
bitter, sweet, unforgettable, or whatever,
how long can I hold on to it ?


I know the time will come,
my star shall fall from the silky night sky,
my candle shall be blown out.
In my eternal rest,
I shall let go of those memories.
There shall be no nights
where sleep is hard to find.
There shall be no days
where sunshines are marred by tears and fears.
I shall walked my lonely path
to the eternal realms.

Old clock,
you measured time well.
But tell me, is time infinite ?
Funny, how time flies !
What is life all about ?

Xi Shun - World Tallest Man !!!

RIO DE JANEIRO, Oct. 6 (Xinhua) -- Chinese giant Xi Shun, the tallest living man in the world, measured at 7 feet, 8.95 inch (2.36 meters), arrived in Brazil on Monday to take part in the activities of the Guinness Day to be celebrated worldwide on Nov. 9.

The 55-year-old giant has a tight schedule in Brazil. He will autograph the 2007 edition of the Guinness Book of Records, in which his record was published, in Rio de Janeiro and Sao Paulo and have a ride along Sao Paulo's famous Avenida Paulista.

At his hotel, in the southern area of Rio, the staff furnished his room with the largest double king-size bed, as well as a single bed, where he will be able to lay his feet.

Xi was born in Inner Mongolia, an autonomous region of the People's Republic of China, and was raised in the countryside. He currently works as a herdsman.

"Before, I wanted to be normal, but now I am satisfied," he said.

The Chinese giant had to undergo a series of physical and mental tests in January, 2005 before entering the Guinness Book of Records. Unlike former record-holder Robert Wadlow, measured at 8 feet,11.1 inch (2.72m), Xi did not present any known growth disorder, which means that he seems to have reached his current height naturally.

For further details, please visit HERE.
For brief news on world tallest woman, please visit HERE.
The New World Tallest Man is LEONID STADNIK.

Tears in my heart......

I let you go not ?
Many years have passed,
you left me a glimpse of sorrow,
and a reminder of cruelty of fate.

I gave you no name,
nor a grave for remembrance.
I decided,
the winds shall carried away,
the ashes into the ocean.
The free spirits of ocean,
shall free your soul,
from this tormented world.

With tears in my heart,
and a heart of sorrow,
I cried to bid you goodbye.
Son, I am sorry.
You belong to heaven,
but heaven is not on earth.
I would hold your hand a bit longer,
If only I could,
if only I could.

I am not God,
to grant you the rights
to stay a bid longer in this world of mine.
If only you could,
if only you could.

You came back in shadow,
I see you.
I feel you.
But I can not hug you,
neither can I hold you in my arms.
You are not real,
but, a fragment of past memories.

Go, please go.
Go to where you belong.
I find no happiness,
in seeing you lost in this world,
where you does not belong.
Be brave, step forward.
over there, there is a place,
a serene and beautiful garden,
where angels belonged.

They said, life must go on.
It always will.
I have no more tears for you.
But rest assured,
forget you I will not.
You shall alway remained
in a special corner of my heart,
till the day I die.

Son, goodbye............

Sadam received death penalty. Iraqi celebrates

BAGHDAD, Nov. 5 (Xinhua) -- Iraq's High Tribunal on Sunday handed down death penalty by hanging to ousted President Saddam Hussein and two of his senior aides for the Dujail case.

Saddam's half brother and former intelligence chief Barzan Ibrahim and Awad Hamad al-Bandar, chief judge of Saddam's Revolutionary Court, were sentenced to death over the execution of 148 people of Dujail in crackdown on the town after a failed assassination attempt against Saddam in 1982.

Despite a curfew imposed on Baghdad, thousands of Iraqi Shiites took to the streets in Sadr City to celebrate the verdict, raising posters of Shiite radical cleric Muqtada al-Sadr.

In a statement issued by his office, al-Sadr called for peaceful celebrations and urged people not to attack Sunnis.

"You are called upon now to pray a thanksgiving prayer," said the statement, which was read out through loudspeakers of mosques across the Shiite slum.

Similar celebrations were reported in other Shiite districts of the capital and other cities, most of them apparently peaceful.

Iraqi Sunnis, who once dominated during Saddam's reign, protested against the verdict shortly after it was announced.

Hundreds of residents in Saddam's hometown of Tikrit, some 170 km north of Baghdad, demonstrated to voice opposition to the verdict in the Arba'ien Street despite a curfew imposed on Salahudin province.

"God is greater that traitors and agents of America," the demonstrators chanted.

A local police source told Xinhua that the number of the demonstrators was increasing despite U.S. troops "shot bullets in the air to disperse the protesters."

In the town of Baiji, some 200 km north of Baghdad, U.S. troops detained some demonstrators who insisted on taking to the streets to protest against Saddam's death penalty.

Humanity 69

From a little corner of this slightly crooked banana look alike country, I have been consistently reminded to look back into history to condemn our colonial master, the British, for their despicable "Divide and Rule" strategy to keep Malaysia disunited. But, many years after we achieved independence, we formulate a Neutered Economic Policy that make it politically correct to implement policies along racial lines. So, the master did it, and the slaves tried to be the new master without any shame. Sound like Animal Farm to me anyway. Ketuanan this and ketuanan that.... yap, the farting noises are not only noisy, but smelly.

Absolute power breeds absolute ignorance. Absolute ignorance breeds absolute arrogance. Absolute arrogance breeds a culture of political decadences. The corrupted continued to live with filthy lifestyle. The corrupted will continue to defined themselves as poor in order to continue to receive unfair advantages and incentives to continue their parasitic lavish lifestyles at the expense of the poor. They can break the law, but time and political machineries are on their side to have any indication of fear. Remember the recent "Chiak Kar Liow" fiasco in the port town of Klang ? It is, but only the tip of the iceberg, of our decadence culture of arrogantly robbing the poor, blatantly trying to live a sinful life of above the law. But when confronted, shed crocodile tears to gain sympathy from the ignorant and less educated mass. With manipulative words and emotional rhetorics, and In the name of "race, religion, and country", they portrayed themselves as saviors for the poor and the illiterate, they became a community hero again. Malaysians somehow can be absurdly stupid and easily be manipulated emotionally. We are not learned and we will never be learned.

Racial politic is about manipulation of mass emotions and evasiveness of honesty. No wonder I was told, politics is the second oldest profession of human civilization. It did have a lot of resemblaces to the first oldest profession.

I guess it is nice to have filthy money dropped to you without any efforts. You have so much of it to the extend that you begin to think that you are infallible and it is your entitlements, you want to be above the law, you demand and you get it, and you start building your castle to showcase your power and connections. It feel nice isn't it to be acknowledged as Tuan whenever you go, before long, you think everybody owed you a living, you begin to think that you are entitled to everything that surround you. You became the rent seeking king of your community. The fetishes for immoral and sinful livings knows no limits. By the way, did God said it is Halal ? Praying everyday helps you to remove the sins of immoral livings ?

My honest feeling is, I believed, I have sold my soul for empty political promises. I have been hoodwinked. I love my country, but faked patriots love to deny my rights to gain popularity. Now, they are trying to use emotions to manipulate my sympathies. But dear assholes, do you know, asshole is a human anatomy for shitting, I guess, in the eyes of God, assholes are nothing but shitters. Along the way, there are also a lot of shits carriers. These shitters and their carriers should be treated as dirts. I can't really imagine how an asshole can have the basic intelligence to respect human rights. All I felt is, my rights has been consistently reinterpreted at the wimp and fancy of mental retards. Sooner or later, my rights will be reinterpreted out of existence.

Yes, I may be wrong in my observation. Do I need to apologize for my sincere feelings ?

Boxing with shadows ?

Shadow, oh shadow.....
Why lurking around ?
Come on, get up, and stand up.
Face me like a human being.

But, you are only a shadow.
You will always be where you are.
Your rightful place is always on the ground,
beneath my feet, along the path I walked.

There are times,
hindrances tagged along my life.
Depending on where the source of instigation,
they tagged behind,
squeezing from the sides,
or leaded from the front.

Hindrances are the occasional irritants of life.
But, these hindrances are merely shadows.
They are real and maybe menacing,
but at the end of the day,
they can't rise above me,
to challenge my determinations.

You may caused me temporary setbacks,
But I shall overcome.
I may fall, but I shall rise again,
with even greater determination.
You will never be able
to taint my dreams,
or poisoned my paths.
The wallet in my heart will always be generous,
But the shadow will always be underneath my feet.

Shadow, oh shadow,
don't ever be mislead !
If you come from behind,
I doubt you can rise to stab me from behind.
If you challenge me from the front,
I shall step on you to carry on forward.
I have greater purpose,
than to engage you lying on the ground.

In life, there are always
inconsiderate people behaving like shadows,
lurking around in emotional darkness with ill intent,
waiting for my enlightened presence,
to cause me mischiefs.
But that is life, and I will let it be.
I can never be a man of no shadow.

With or without shadows,
the clock ticks, and I must carry on.......
I will try, I will try,
to let go, and to move on with life,
and to enjoy
a cup of hot black aromatic coffee.
Om Namo Amithaba Buddha.

Unanswered Prayers.....

I spotted this news item on Yahoo News today.

Letters to God end up in ocean, unread
By WAYNE PARRY, Associated Press Writer
Thu Nov 2, 2:07 PM ET

Some of the letters are comical (a man asking God to let him win the lottery, twice), others are heartbreaking (a distraught teen asking forgiveness for an abortion, an unwed mother pleading with God to make the baby's father marry her).

The letters — about 300 in all, sent to a New Jersey minister — ended up dumped in the ocean, most of them unopened.

The minister died two years ago at 79. How the letters, some dating to 1973, wound up bobbing in the surf is a mystery.

"There are hundreds of lives here, a lot of struggle, washed up on the beach," said Bill Lacovara, a Ventnor insurance adjuster who was fishing last month with his son when he spotted a flowered plastic shopping bag and waded out to retrieve it. "This is just a hint of what really happens. How many letters like this all over the world aren't being opened or answered?"

Many of the letters were addressed to the Rev. Grady Cooper, though many more simply said "Altar." According to the text of several of them, they were intended to be placed on a church's altar and prayed over by the minister, the congregation or both.

Some were neatly written in script on white-lined paper, others in a feverish scrawl on tattered scraps of parchment or note cards. Many were crinkled from being in the water and then dried out after Lacovara fished them out of the sea.

A dog-eared business card inside one of the letters identified Cooper as associate pastor of the Mount Calvary Baptist Church in Jersey City. A woman who answered the phone at the church office confirmed Cooper once was a minister there, and had died nearly two years ago. The current pastor did not return several calls from The Associated Press over the past few days.

Other documents in the bag, including bank statements and canceled checks, also listed Cooper's name and an address for him in Jersey City. A death certificate issued in 2004 for a Grady Cooper lists the same address as those on the bank documents and some of the letters.

His wife, Frances, whose name also showed up on some of the letters at the same address, died in 2000, according to Hudson County records.

No one answered the door last week at the address where Cooper once lived, and a neighbor said he did not recall anyone by that name. Attempts to locate Cooper's relatives were unsuccessful.

Lacovara speculated that someone cleaning out Cooper's home found the letters and threw them on the beach in Atlantic City, about 100 miles from Jersey City.

"I guess rather than just throw them in the garbage, maybe they thought they'd set them out to sea to bless these people," he said. "So they made a trip to Atlantic City, maybe went to a casino, and put the letters in the water."

The letters, wrapped in several smaller brown paper bags inside the larger plastic bag, did not appear to have been in the water too long, Lacovara said, though about half were too badly damaged to be legible.

He opened a few with his son, Rocky, on the beach. The first few were humorous.

"I'm still praying to hit the lottery twice: first the $50,000," one man wrote. "Than after some changes have taken place let me hit the millionaire."

Another asked God to make a certain someone "leave me alone and stay off my back," while still another asks God to calm a woman who "call the Internal Revenue on me."

One woman complained that her husband always talks about sex, and another writer anonymously dropped a dime to God on someone cheating on his wife, complete with dates, times and locations.

But those, Lacovara soon found, were the exception.

Many more were written by anguished spouses, children or widows, pouring out their hearts to God, asking for help with relatives who were using drugs, gambling or cheating on them. One man wrote from prison, saying he was innocent and wanted to be back home with his family. A woman wrote that her boyfriend was now closing the door to her daughter's bedroom each night when it used to stay open, and wondered why.

A teenager poured out her heart on yellow-lined paper in the curlicue pencil handwriting of a schoolgirl, begging God to forgive her and asking for a second chance.

"Lord, I know that I have had an abortion and I killed one of your angels," she wrote. "There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about the mistake I made."

One unwed mother wrote that her baby was due in four weeks, and asked God to make the father fall in love with her and marry her so the child would have a father.

Lacovara said he is sad that most of the writers never had their letters read. But he hopes to change that soon: He is putting the collection up for sale on eBay.

Controlled not ?

What is mine,
was it really mine ?
What I possessed,
do I really owned ?

I know,
the flowers
in my garden,
is beautiful.
But it decides its own lifespan.
Can I dictate it to blossom forever ?

That building,
I proudly claimed my own.
But if I missed the dues to the bank,
Can I decide the fate of ownership ?

I insured my life.
But, in death,
would I be able to enjoy
the security it promised ?

My family,
I do loved, and I do cherished.
I am blessed with
feelings of comforts and warms,
and a secured sense of belongings.
But would it last forever ?
Death do us part,
death do us part.

What I once possessed,
I controlled not.
Would I be able to regret not
for those that I now possessed not ?

I live at the mercy of God,
on borrowed time,
in a place
where I do not belong.
I controlled not
my space and my time.

In life,
I tried, and I tried.
If I failed, If I succeed,
would it really matter ?
We can changed the course,
but can we change
the final outcome ?
All of us always end up dead.
Isn't it ?

This life, this life....
The emotional attachments,
and the materials desires,
I would like to let go.
But Can I ?
Is my purpose
in this life to plant karma,
to be harvested as vipaka of next life ?

This life.
I am,
but a soul in a degenerative body,
in a journey of transit to nowhere.
God knows where I belong.
There is no glory in death,
but hardships in life.
I controlled not.

When we finally do rest,
do we need peace ?

Dumb & Dumber

As a small time entrepreneur scavenging around for whatever leftover opportunities and adapting to whatever environment that has been dictated, using whatever resources that is available, I survived. I simply can not understand why there are so many grievances seeking unemployed graduates making all those irritating noises. If you can not find employment, why not take the initiative to be self employed ? Why behave like parasites ? Does society really owes them a living ? Sometimes, I do wonder what is the objectives of our education system. Judging by the qualities of these young entrants to the employment market, I do have the eerie feelings that somethings somewheres are not right in our education system.

In glorifying bolihism, or perhaps lack of self confidence, or even maybe due to inferiority complex, we equipped our universities and colleges with the best of equipments and reference resources. But, what objectives are we trying to achieve. To showcase to the world we can afford the latest and most advanced technologies ? Or perhaps hoping the "hardware" by itself can perform miracles to impart knowledges to these young men and women. Do we have the right capable human resources to deliver knowledges and guide these young men and women in their quest of knowledges ? Does our professors, lecturers, instructors, teachers, etc has the right academic qualifications and experiences from the qualified institutions.

In the first place, do these young men and women has the basic qualifications to be of university materials ? Or are they being send there to make up the numbers to seek political popularity ? If they are not qualified to be there, wouldn't it be kinder to send them to vocational schools to be equipped with employable skills ? What pride do we have when our economy are full of unemployable illiterate graduates making excessive demands to be welfared of ? Which investors in their right mind want to invest in a dumb, inefficient, and parasitic economy.

Never mind about problem solving skills, right mental attitude, or compatible technical skills, I have come across many University graduates who are not even able to write a ONE page report. Similarly, there are also many university graduates who are not to comprehend the simplest oral and written instruction. Sadly, not wanting to be an arrogant alarmist, I do think our educational institution are mass producing "illiterate" graduate. If university graduate can not read or comprehend, and can not write in the language of their choice, then they are illiterate and unemployable. Even if they managed to find employment, they will ultimately degrade the competitiveness of the organization that employed them. So as whole, the country will eventually become an uncompetitive economy.

Sometimes early this year, a local newspaper quoted and estimated that there are approximately 80,000 registered unemployed graduates. These graduates blamed the government for not doing enough to find them appropriate employment. The graduates has been spoon feds, and they are now accomplished rent seekers in a neutered economy ! A product of our managed meritorious system or could this be our unintended objectives of our education system ? There has been suggestion to retrain these unemployed graduates into businessmen to minimized social problems. My God, if we can not find enough employment opportunities for these graduates, how are we going to find and allocate enough business projects later for these 80,000 unemployed graduates turned rent seeking businessmen ? Wouldn't we have a bigger social and economic problems later ?

What is the goal of our education system ? At the end of the day, with a Degree or Diploma, rolled up, it feel good to have walked through that symbolic gate of higher education. But, Are we educated ? Are we learned ?

Our fathers' generations are hardworking and free spirited to work their sweats out to ensure our generations are well taken care of. We have had it easy for too long and are dumb enough not to capitalized on the effective economy to make it more efficient and competitive. Our generations think that resources are unlimited and it is our rights to adopt rent seeking mentalities. We are indeed a very retarded generations. I sincerely hoped our children's generations are not dumber enough to live like parasites to make the existing inefficient economy into a hopeless chaotic economy of emotional rhetorics and banana republicisms.

It is a scary world of future. Luckily I won't be here long enough to crossed into that future. The times will come, yes, the times will come. But most likely I will be in Nirvana very high up, looking down........ Everything is so perfect, isn't it ?

Come to think of it, I kind of like this song by Tears for Fear :

Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world

It’s my own design
It’s my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you

So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world

I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it ?
Everybody wants to rule the world

All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world