Broken Shield and Sword

Just something I whipped up quickly during the short rain just now.

It was a light rain.

The thunder boomed ever so gently, off in the distance. The maiden listen to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, falling down in soothing rhythms. Softly, gently, it fell.

There was no one around but the woman sitting near the door, using what light she could from the rain to sew. It was bright and she didn’t need more than what she had.

The young man sat in his room, his fingers skillfully creating an image on paper. His pencil scratched across the surface of the paper, making a rough but pleasant sound.

All this while, the rain fell. It was gentle, comforting, soothing. There was no one but the three of them in the house.

The maiden enjoyed sitting at the window, her legs tucked under her, a cup of warm tea in her hands. Taking a breath, she blew the surface of the tea gently, taking a cautious sip. The world outside was grey and colorless.

The right to free speech can be equated to the right punching the air in front of you.

Your right ends when your hand hits my nose.

To that one blogger who seems determined to convert people to his religion by forcing it down their throats: I’d rather live as a kafir than as a Muslim if being a Muslim means being arrogant and stupid.

‘Nuff said.

Advertisements in Malaysia tend to be a boring lot; showcasing either something superficially happy or boring, depending on the creativity of the advertisers. Petronas, the national oil company, seems to go against the grain. The advertisements they make are something like mini-movies. And like many good movies, these are movies that will stick in your mind (which is more than what we can say about some other so-called local filmmakers but I’m getting ahead of myself).

This year Hari Raya ad (which I caught a few hours ago) made me cry. It made me retreat to my room and tried hard not to bawl my eyes out.

Why?

The old man in the ad, the one who was half-paralyzed and almost deaf, with his hands shaking, was like my grandfather. Too much like him. Unlike the old man in the ad, we never got the chance to realise our mistakes. I never got the chance to treat him differently, to offer my apologies and to be a real granddaughter to him. I never got the chance to ever tell him, “Thank you,” for without him, I wouldn’t be here. He was the one who would take me home from school, take us to the clinic and touch up the statues of our Lady and altar.

Grandpa… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way we treated you. I’m sorry that after your stroke, we made you feel useless. I’m sorry, especially, for not noticing that you needed us and ignoring you.

Most of all, I’m sorry that I never got to say or show you that I loved you.

I’m sorry, Grandpa.

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I hate to say this..

But it’s official. My last day at my current company will either be on 13 November 2006 or 14 November 2006. I’ll be moving on (hopefully) to a different pasture soon…

My experiences over the past two days answers the question of whether I would still like to stay with the company or not.

I’d rather not. I love the company (it DOES take care of its employees’ welfare, there’s not a doubt about that) but the job itself? Tiring? Who knows, I may go back one day, but right now, I’m just waiting for the next one to start.

Date: October 24, 2006

Time: 4 pm

Location: The brain

/Begin Program “What do I have to do Next Week.”

Runs:

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November 1 is 1 week away, exactly.

Nov 1 = Nanowrimo = Big Writing Project

7 Days left… brain computing….

OMGWTF ONLY 7 DAYS LEFT??? AIEP~~~~~

/End Program

/Begin Hyperness mode, module 1

ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

/Panic begins

/Set end date: 30 November 2006, 12 PM Malaysian time

/End log

I’m beginning to really love the Stumble Upon extension for Firefox, which basically pulls up random pages you might miss when you’re surfing the web. One example, is this.

http://www.kirklandproductions.com/ARTISTS/Dr_John_Corvino-video.html

Heh.

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HAPPY RAYA TO ALL MY MUSLIM FRIENDS!!!!

Today’s sermon was about controlling your kids by the way they said putting electronic gadgets in their room is wrong.

Was reading a friend’s blog about this and felt ABSOLUTELY disgusted. Sickened. This, from a so-called Christian? It smacks of a control freak to me as well as someone who doesn’t believe that people can think for themselves.

This is something that’s very often by some pastors and priests in an attempt to seem “Holy” and very “Faithful.” It sickens me, because these priests are often hypocrites. For them… it seems that there’s a subtle idea that you are ALWAYS sinful, you are ALWAYS guilty, and you MUST shun society and live ONLY with the Chosen People to gain salvation. For them, associating with something THEY disapprove is tantamount with associating with the devil.

What the heck is with that? Why can’t these people allow others to make their own decisions? It isn’t just the Christians that are doin this; EVERY religion has it. And they sicken me.

It’s a relationship between YOU and Him/Her/Whatever you choose to call them. WHY should anyone else interfere?

Would you try to force your brother to behave the way YOU want him to be?

This is the reason why I don’t like going to church for Mass. Yes, it’s comforting, but it also makes me uneasy. I’d rather got to the prayer room and simply pray.

Nite.