'Round the Mulberry bush.

I am most content in melancholy.

This is my paradox:

Since forever they have forced me into a mould of intransigence, expecting me to conform as though I were an impressionable lump of earth.

(They cannot move me for I have decided to be ambivalent)

>)

I have indeed metamorphosised in countless ways, no thanks to their efforts.

My thoughts have evolved, yet ever retain their intrinsic bleakness.

I see fit to neither expect nor assume anything of Life, capricious Life.

See, there is always safety in absence of hope-

It gives me a sense of control where control is non-existent.

The same people that disparage nonchalance as weakness similarly criticise intemperance.

So 'Round the Mulberry bush we go.

The masks we wear.

Mother and father made the mistake of thinking they knew me better than myself.

What I did in back then

showed them how grievously mistaken they were.

Yes- I showed the presumptuous fools the truth they so dearly sought,

though I smudged only partial portraits onto their gawking faces.

The others will see nothing but masks, though.

Finally, let the megalomaniac drink in his delusions of grandeur.

Satire.

The exquisite blend of literature and cynicism.

Definition:

-noun

1. the use of irony, sarcasm, ridicule, or the like, in exposing, denouncing, or deriding

vice, folly, etc.

2. a literary composition, in verse or prose, in which human folly and vice are held up

to scorn, derision, or ridicule.

3. a literary genre comprising such compositions.

Forgetting bunnies.

All around the History test,

the Bunnies chased the people,

the people turned and castrated them,

Pop! Goes the weasel!

Sigh. What a bore.

Perhaps I should drop the chapters about

Bani Umaiyah,

and Turki Uthmaniyah

and turk Abu Sufyan...

on their heads.

x)

-The Keimaman-

Muhammad (bless his turban,)

lahir di Macca (he was urban,)

Imam di Hirak (snoozed in a cave,)

Sembunyi di Thur (M'hammad the brave...)

-Flight of the bumbling wannabe-

Ditentang di Macca (kiiill the prophet,)

Hijrah ke Madinah (the fleeing muppet,) ><

dibantu Abu Talib (he had a tip)

'tas jemputan Islah (and a bright green slip.)

Little Siti Aisyah

was a lass when they wed.

'course they only smooched

when K'tijah was dead.

The seventh moody-as-her yelped: propagate the propaganda!

In the morrow, History returns to plague us!

I sense tonight's gonna be a good night.

Because after History repeats itself tomorrow...

Sejarah I will burn,

stuff it in an urn,

bury it then dig it up,

then throw it to a...

ShihTzu pup.

Without eulogy. x)

Time for bed.

Another morning blown on theology...

This is something I posted on the Facebook group "Malaysia Belongs to Jesus" (even the name is incriminating). x)

I second (the) opinion about many Christians having that despicable holier-than-thou attitude. Then again, so do many Muslims, Taoists, and devotees of every other religion.

Religion is and has always been an agent of discord, yet syncretism is avoided like the plague.

The crusades. Modern terrorism.

(...)

Don't the doctrines promote peace?

Why do devotees promote the exact opposite?

--or is the idea to either convert or War with everyone with dissimilar beliefs so that the people left over share the same religion and we can attain--- Peace?

*snicker*

One thing about the Christians I've met is their tendency to put God in a box, try to predict the nature of the very entity they claim surpasses all human understanding.

To justify their own mistakes, of course.

eg:

One could worship on one's knees at church on Sundays yet behave like a boor every other day-- because the God-in-the-box will certainly give the Christian a clean slate at his/her bidding. Hypocritical much.

Grrr.

Religion, I think, would make more sense if only devotees follow realistic and relevant guidelines in their bible depicting an appropriate value system/ code of conduct they should adhere to, rather than berate (or massacre) non-believers for not sharing their theological beliefs.

I think what matters isn't belief or religion itself but actions-- how religion influences our behavior.

I'm sure I could tolerate anyone with basic integrity and a moral compass that points North, regardless of whether one worships Allah or Jehovah (both of which I think are essentially the same thing anyway)."

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Aotearoa.

Humans complicate everything.

E Ihowa Atua,

O nga iwi matou ra

Ata whakarangona;

Me aroha noa

Kia hua ko te pai;

Kia tau to atawhai;

Manaakitia mai

Aotearoa

I don't know you,

but I want to know you innocent still.

Land of the long, white cloud,

Are thine pastures truly green and tame,

like they claim?

Do the calves play, the oxen graze,

the sun ne'r break thy gentle haze,

like they say?

or is your face, too, marred by pride?

Will fussy embellishment hence deride

austere simplicity, thrust aside

afore the scourge, Humanity?

Aotearoa, we will see.