Didn't think it'd happen since it hadn't even happened for a freakishly long time now. But I guess just because something hasn't happened for a long time doesn't mean it won't ever happen again. Even for something as frivolous (though innocently fun) as this tag ritual.
So here goes.....
Tagger: Ian Farah
The Rulez:
1) Each blogger must post these rules, first.
2) Each blogger starts with with eight random facts/ habits about themselves
3) Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4) Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
Random Facts:
1) I wish to rule the world.
2) People think I am patient but in truth I just know how to do 'selective ignoring'.
3) I analyze anything and everything.
4) I will forgive but I cannot ever forget.
5) My greatest fear is in having no control over my world, my future, my life.
6) I dream of peace, freedom and justice for all in the world.
7) Most might not know it but I'm a romantic. Chivlary's not dead folks....its just hiding for now.
8) If given a choice, I'd rather be a penniless author than a loafer with money ad infinitum.
My tag victims are:
Alicia, Jyn, Mufidah, Anizah, Nadya, Hue Ching, Nur Akmar, Nyvanna.
Muahahahahaha!
Enjoy.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
When The Sun Begins To Rise Tomorrow....
I'll be ushering in the holy month of Ramadan. Problem is I don't know if I'm ready for it.
You see, not a lot of people (Muslim or otherwise) know this but Ramadan is more than just about abstaining from food and drink for the good duration of when the sun begins to rise and when the sun begins set. It's not about rewarding yourself with a new wardrobe or getting new furniture or a new coat of paint for your house after a long month of self-starving and dehydration.
(Preach mode on)
Ramadan is about remembrance. To remember the month is which the Quran was sent to Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). And as such Muslims would try to recite it in each of the 30 days.
Ramadan is about empathy. To feel what the poor and needy feel, each and every day of their lives. To spur you to help ease their suffering.
Ramadan is about self-reflection. About knowing yourself through trying times.
(Preach mode off)
Heh, I guess its always easier to live to the don't eat and drink during daylight in Ramadan rule and then reward myself with fancy clothes come Eid ul-Fitr.
Too bad I don't swing that way.......... *sigh* I'm so unprepared this time round.
Azarian Realms Presents Updates:
According To Az
You see, not a lot of people (Muslim or otherwise) know this but Ramadan is more than just about abstaining from food and drink for the good duration of when the sun begins to rise and when the sun begins set. It's not about rewarding yourself with a new wardrobe or getting new furniture or a new coat of paint for your house after a long month of self-starving and dehydration.
(Preach mode on)
Ramadan is about remembrance. To remember the month is which the Quran was sent to Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). And as such Muslims would try to recite it in each of the 30 days.
Ramadan is about empathy. To feel what the poor and needy feel, each and every day of their lives. To spur you to help ease their suffering.
Ramadan is about self-reflection. About knowing yourself through trying times.
(Preach mode off)
Heh, I guess its always easier to live to the don't eat and drink during daylight in Ramadan rule and then reward myself with fancy clothes come Eid ul-Fitr.
Too bad I don't swing that way.......... *sigh* I'm so unprepared this time round.
Azarian Realms Presents Updates:
According To Az
Sunday, September 09, 2007
And So The Holidays Have Come And Gone.....
Been meaning to write here for some time now but for one reason (or a multitude of them) or rather I just haven't had the time to.
Personally I blame the new game I acquired just before the school holidays started - Icewind Dale II. It'll be familiar to those who are fans of the Forgotten Realms series. And yes, I know its a pretty old game but hey, I'm a sucker for fantasy themed games, especially one that uses D&D rules. And yes, I know that I'm prolonging my venture into World of Warcraft but that's only because I've yet to convince myself that paying a monthly subscription fee without the convenience of playing when I am able to, to be worth it.Icewind Dale II is great, though I haven't completed it yet - too busy creating various different group combos to actually focus on completing the game...heh. Which reminds me, are there still people out there, especially in Singapore who run D&D campaigns? If there are, please give me a holler, I'd love to join up.
The game wasn't the only thing that got me preoccupied. In fact it wasn't the main thing at all. Prior to the start of the holidays, I acquired a few (Three to be exact) Stephen King novels. Cell, Lisey's Storey and The Dark Tower. I've been putting off getting the latter of the three because I liked how The Dark Tower: Song of Susannah ended - or didn't depending on how you look at it. But I guess, I have to wrap up this long saga of King's. Haven't started on Lisey's Storey or The Dark Tower and though school's about to get underway again tomorrow, with the fasting month fast approaching (Ramadan) I think I'll be able to squeeze in a few pages during lunch time.
The one that I have started on (and finished - all within a span of two days, mind you), Cell, reminds me a lot of why I'm a big fan of King's writing. Never has a novel of his caught me so much since the days of Desperation and The Stand. More than that, the tale has rekindled some of those story ideas I've had in my head for what seemed like ages now. Time to get those fingers working again. Time to start work on completing those manuscripts and start some new ones too.
Personally I blame the new game I acquired just before the school holidays started - Icewind Dale II. It'll be familiar to those who are fans of the Forgotten Realms series. And yes, I know its a pretty old game but hey, I'm a sucker for fantasy themed games, especially one that uses D&D rules. And yes, I know that I'm prolonging my venture into World of Warcraft but that's only because I've yet to convince myself that paying a monthly subscription fee without the convenience of playing when I am able to, to be worth it.Icewind Dale II is great, though I haven't completed it yet - too busy creating various different group combos to actually focus on completing the game...heh. Which reminds me, are there still people out there, especially in Singapore who run D&D campaigns? If there are, please give me a holler, I'd love to join up.
The game wasn't the only thing that got me preoccupied. In fact it wasn't the main thing at all. Prior to the start of the holidays, I acquired a few (Three to be exact) Stephen King novels. Cell, Lisey's Storey and The Dark Tower. I've been putting off getting the latter of the three because I liked how The Dark Tower: Song of Susannah ended - or didn't depending on how you look at it. But I guess, I have to wrap up this long saga of King's. Haven't started on Lisey's Storey or The Dark Tower and though school's about to get underway again tomorrow, with the fasting month fast approaching (Ramadan) I think I'll be able to squeeze in a few pages during lunch time.
The one that I have started on (and finished - all within a span of two days, mind you), Cell, reminds me a lot of why I'm a big fan of King's writing. Never has a novel of his caught me so much since the days of Desperation and The Stand. More than that, the tale has rekindled some of those story ideas I've had in my head for what seemed like ages now. Time to get those fingers working again. Time to start work on completing those manuscripts and start some new ones too.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sick and fatigued ....
And so here I am, drained and ailing at the culminating point of a month long endeavor in attempting to stay alive. Or least to have some semblance of what anyone would consider a life.
Now sometimes lying, sometimes sitting on my brown and beige striped mattress whilst my fingers run across the keyboard of my Compaq Presario M2000 to weave this tale in a virtual world, I figured that there were things that could screw me up worse than me having a persistently scorched throat, a desert for a forehead and geysers for a nose from which yellowish phlegm spew forth.
Words come to mind. Perceptions come next. Presumptions is another.
I would love to say that words from people that did not matter, would not matter. Then again I've never had it come through someone that mattered. I guess that changes things, especially when that someone believes it. What does it matter if those phrases do not represent me at all? As long as said individual believes it, I guess its true for them.
Perceptions defines the image of a friend, foe, family member, acquaintance and pretty much everything else. And by what right are these visual and auditory input - noticed within certain moments and brief periods of contact the very end all and be all of what someone else is. Tags to last a lifetime based purely on conjecture. Would it be too much to ask that you truly get to know someone before one passes the judgement of perception?
Was it wrong for me to presume that people would at least take a sincere effort in knowing someone else before casting into stone how and what the person is? Is it wrong for me to explain myself to those who do not know about me? Or do they just fling statements of the contrary and expect those who hear it to just nod solemnly? Is it too much for me to ask for them to hear me, to know me when I have heard them and known them? Is it too much for me to expect someone, anyone out there to truly know who I am? What I stand for, my beliefs, my hopes, my fears, my dreams? My life before, my life now and my life to be? Or am I always destined to tread as I always had, in this realm of mortal existence, alone.
I guess I should just recede back into the shell that I sheltered myself within for many years before. Just keep my mouth shut and nod whenever anyone says anything, like so many other Yes-men in this world. No need for rationalization, no need for explanation just insincere agreement in whatever that transpired.
It does not matter that this betrays the very nature that is me.
Now sometimes lying, sometimes sitting on my brown and beige striped mattress whilst my fingers run across the keyboard of my Compaq Presario M2000 to weave this tale in a virtual world, I figured that there were things that could screw me up worse than me having a persistently scorched throat, a desert for a forehead and geysers for a nose from which yellowish phlegm spew forth.
Words come to mind. Perceptions come next. Presumptions is another.
I would love to say that words from people that did not matter, would not matter. Then again I've never had it come through someone that mattered. I guess that changes things, especially when that someone believes it. What does it matter if those phrases do not represent me at all? As long as said individual believes it, I guess its true for them.
Perceptions defines the image of a friend, foe, family member, acquaintance and pretty much everything else. And by what right are these visual and auditory input - noticed within certain moments and brief periods of contact the very end all and be all of what someone else is. Tags to last a lifetime based purely on conjecture. Would it be too much to ask that you truly get to know someone before one passes the judgement of perception?
Was it wrong for me to presume that people would at least take a sincere effort in knowing someone else before casting into stone how and what the person is? Is it wrong for me to explain myself to those who do not know about me? Or do they just fling statements of the contrary and expect those who hear it to just nod solemnly? Is it too much for me to ask for them to hear me, to know me when I have heard them and known them? Is it too much for me to expect someone, anyone out there to truly know who I am? What I stand for, my beliefs, my hopes, my fears, my dreams? My life before, my life now and my life to be? Or am I always destined to tread as I always had, in this realm of mortal existence, alone.
I guess I should just recede back into the shell that I sheltered myself within for many years before. Just keep my mouth shut and nod whenever anyone says anything, like so many other Yes-men in this world. No need for rationalization, no need for explanation just insincere agreement in whatever that transpired.
It does not matter that this betrays the very nature that is me.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Mission Incomplete
It pains me to say this but I was unable to complete the required number of poems to submit to the Golden Point Awards 2007 contest. It was always a battle against impossible odds, what with me having gotten wind of the contest late into the game (yes, I consider 1 month before the date due as late) and having to juggle a busy work schedule with having to find inspiration to cook up 5 poems in 4 weeks. Add all that to a stinkin' poorly timed wrtier's block. Worst part was that I actually thought I could pull it off, despite all that...... heh.
There were lots of things I learned, coupled with plus points in hindsight of what I've experienced trying to get the material ready for this contest:
1) Be realistic (yeah..duh)
2) Not to publish every poem/ story I've written on my blog (as that makes them ineligible for contest and publication submissions)
3) To attempt to write on a daily basis
4) To find a cure for my writer's block (capture a muse)
So in short, I got to write more. Definitely need to finish my manuscripts.....
Write, read, write, read, write......
I guess that's the mantra I'll be chanting from now on till my muse returns...... wherever she might've gone to.
There were lots of things I learned, coupled with plus points in hindsight of what I've experienced trying to get the material ready for this contest:
2) Not to publish every poem/ story I've written on my blog (as that makes them ineligible for contest and publication submissions)
3) To attempt to write on a daily basis
4) To find a cure for my writer's block (capture a muse)
So in short, I got to write more. Definitely need to finish my manuscripts.....
Write, read, write, read, write......
I guess that's the mantra I'll be chanting from now on till my muse returns...... wherever she might've gone to.
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