Goats & Dogs...

1,600 Chinese workers embrace Islam in Saudi

Wondering why?

Here's the story: When a multi million railway contract to build a 450km rail road linking the holy cities of Makkah and Madinah via Jeddah and Rabigh was won by the China Railway Construction Corp, they were told they could not bring Chinese workers to build the railway, cause according to the Holy book of Kuran, non-muslims are not allowed to enter the holy city of Mecca.

"The majority of scholars – including Muhammad ibn al-Hasan among the Hanafis – are of the view that it is not permissible for kuffaar to enter the sanctuary of Makkah at all, The view of the Hanafis is that that is permissible if there is a treaty or they have permission.[link]"

So what did the Chinese do?

1,600 of them workers converted to Islam.

I don't know which is a scarier community. But I am scared. Terrified.   

Our World...

External World (click).

Crazy Stupid Love...

*Oh Goddddddddddddddd*

Can I say the word? On a public blog? No need right?

Ryan Gosling, sweetheart, will you please please please be my slave? I swear on the G-spot I will treat you with love and utmost (non)kindness and lots of chocolate and whipped cream.

Promise.

And oh no baby, it's not bothering me at all. Nope. Not one bit.

Yours Lustfully,
A

Hanging On A Star...

:)

Miss Misery...

I'll fake it through the day
With some help from johnny walker red
Send the poison rain down the drain
To put bad thoughts in my head
Two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?

A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me Im strong
Hardly ever wrong I said man you mean

You had plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place Ive seen in a magazine
That you left lying around
I dont have you with me but
I keep a good attitude
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?

I know youd rather see me gone
Than to see me the way that I am
But I am in the life anyway

Next door the tvs flashing
Blue frames on the wall
Its a comedy of errors, you see
Its about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
Is easy to do
And I try to be but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me miss misery
Like you say you do?

I'll Wander...

The sun, it stripped me of truth.
There wasn't a thing I could do.
The moon shined with hope, but then bade me farewell,
So I chose to follow the blue.

And friends, they took what was theirs.
Then went on to making their plans.
They told me to grin as if pain were a sin,
So I left them standing back there.

Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.

And trees, they grow from the earth,
But sometimes they take to the sea.
No one could have known where they one day would be.
So come and wander with me.

Together we'll search for a place
And listen for the hidden sounds
Of wind, and dreams, and all pleasant things.
Come, let's wander around.

Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.

And old man sits on his roof,
Sleepily watching the world.
He wandered away all the years of his youth,
Now he's got something to hold.

Well man, I'll be just like you.
I'll see everything to see.
And maybe one day I'll settle to live
With someone who's loving me.
With someone who's loving me.
- Genry Gene

Hello Kitten!

Life, I just can't be arsed about you.

*****
Oh these long unyielding nights! I have started to fear these unfriendly sleepless nights now. The despairing panic that blankets the sky come evening...the long wait ahead drowned in cup after cup of sweet tea.

Nothing happens.

Sometimes, tangy tomato soup to keep me warm. Still. Nothing happens.

The cicadas try to keep me company, but I reject them. They make too much noise.

I sit close to the warm, humming machine instead, scrolling word after word.

Numbing.

Days are no better. Left on the coffee table in anonymity, they shift and shuffle, unattended.

Banal. I reject them too.

*****
Dreams, evade. Nothing to dream of. Death too escapes. Nothing to live for.

I have given up on death. It has nothing to offer. It will cheat you into surrender and then poof. Nothing. It will not deliver on what it initially promised.

There's no hope.

*****
The other day I dreamt that some mad scientist has brought the dinosaurs back to life. And that people were living in mansions and houses that float.

I wonder what will happen if the dinosaurs come back to life. I, for one, will welcome them.

*****
Maybe I should go have a kid or something I am thinking. It'll keep me occupied and busy enough for me to never realise that I am not living.

Busy enough to inhale and exhale enough number of times through the day without questioning why.

That's what women have done in every generation. Have kids to escape this never ending unhappiness.

And in turn, created more of it. But maybe I can do it better. Arrogance.

Maybe, after all, there is some hope.

I'll go polish my knuckles now.