Ok ok,

He who knows not and knows not that he knows not is a fool; avoid him.
He who knows not and knows that he knows not is a student; teach him.
He who knows and knows not that he knows is asleep; wake him.
He who knows and knows that he knows is a wise man; follow him.

Cheers
ps: Whoever ‘He’ is …

Ok ok,

Greetings of peace, this festive Eid’ul Fitr
To you, your family, Dog Bill and your Mitr

Savour the moment while you break your fast
For very likely, for a while now it will be the last

Never forget to eat your dates, save some for your date
For you never know, the very act might change your fate

Tonight you should start spreading, flashy smiles of joy
For every smile returned has the innocence of a new born boy

Come tomorrow your wallet will start to thin and leave you dry
Yoda once said, do or do not, there is no try

All things good and bad always come to an end
What you choose to do about on you it depends.

Cheers
ps: This song was written in 2mins. Best wishes.

Ok ok,

They say sleep is for the weak, I don’t know who “THEY” are but I’d have to disagree. Much like religious faith, sleep is something only the brave attempt. To put your being in the hands of an otherworldly presence, to disconnect. To sleep perchance to dream. To dream is to have faith.

These extra hours can sometimes come in handy though. I finished a magazine I had been putting off finishing. I even learned how to make bomb from you-tube, not that I’ll be attempting it anytime soon. Despite this utility, I know I can’t put off doing what, for reasons unexplainable, comes naturally. I don’t know whether it’s the splitting headache or the ceaseless tick of my own heart beat that keeps dragging me back, but I’m exhausted and if i don’t drown in sleep soon, its gonna be morning again. Start of the week, Lots of work to finish up before the week’s up, a whole lot of mind made up for me.

I look down on an empty street, a cold wind blows. My Msn List stands desolate with the usual suspects visibly missing and my enthusiasm draining rapidly. You tend to relish talking to Msn contacts more when they are not there. They tend to grow on you.

I know for sure the kid downstairs has slept. Streetlights continue their gentle guardianship of the city. Now and then a car can be heard, an occasional solitary lrt whizzing past, nothing more than a concept at this hour. A concept with its own single-minded purpose. The functional world spins on despite it’s lack of residents, for in every house, through every unlit window, theirs is a world of dreams and imaginings. Still, it’s good to know things will be here for them when they wake up tomorrow.

This kind of thing gets me thinking. What if this world is just base sustenance. An incubator, kitted out with all the tools necessary to support life, and nothing more. What if the real worlds were inside us. What if the purpose of life was to cultivate these worlds? Think about if before the next time you go to sleep.

Cheers
ps: Few more days to go … hang in there …