Trees and Sinners

I know it’s a sin but I’ve killed many houseplants in my life. I guess its payback time for me. This month alone I’ve planted 10 mangosteens, 10 kelat paya (Eugenia Oleina) a dozen of alamandas and more than 20 izoras around my house (the last two are just plants but hey!!!....).

Today’s elderly, born at the beginning of this century, started life in the world with about 50% of its ancient forests still standing. Our grandchildren will inherit a planet with less than 20% of its original forest intact, with most of the readily available freshwater already spoken for, with most of the wetlands and reef systems destroyed or degraded, and much of the arable land under plough. They will inherit a stressed atmosphere and an unwanted legacy of toxic waste in the soil and water. Missing from the list will be countless species, most wiped out before even being catalogued by scientist.

The accelerating destruction of the world's forests threatens the planet's ecological and economic health. Flooding and drought become more extreme. Trees are ‘carbon sinks,’ absorbing carbon dioxide, one of the greenhouse gases behind global warming.
I’ve read about the ideas of planting trees as gifts for special occasion. Tree-planting gift is probably one of the most eco-friendly and unique presents you can buy! It's a gift that doesn't 'cost the earth' and it's suitable for all occasions, a very special way of giving something back to the planet. It truly is the gift of a lifetime!

Let us plant a tree on our personal dedication, as a special gift for someone close to you, or to honor an important event like the one listed below:

To celebrate a birth, or a birthday, To celebrate weddings and annivessaries, As a unique business gift, To reward your customers, Just for yourself, To celebrate recovery from illness, To honor someone you love, To say congratulations on a new job, As a lasting memorial for a loved one, For a special event, Simply to help restore the wild forest!, In memory of a special pet.

It truly, truly is the gift of a lifetime!

Are we independent?

It happens every year around this time, but I’m never quite prepared, my annual bout of 31st August dilemma. See, through no fault of my own I wasn’t born in KL, Malacca or Johor.
I'm in Kodiang. Born, raised and resides here.

Malaysia is made of its people. Whether Malaysia is independent or not should be judged by the perception of its people of being independent. Pak Lah is PM of Malaysia. Dr M is being called super PM. Datuk K calls himself queen maker… lol, just kidding here. Are they independent? Only such a person is independent who has a positive attitude towards life and other people. If a country has a majority of such people then it is independent. Malaysia is not yet independent. It’s not just about flying the flags.

p/s: I fly the flag all year round.

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"Some would hope that the world would be what it's not -- a peaceful place..."
-- George W. Bush, June 13, 2006

Hero

The nature of the hero is so often shrouded in pomp and circumstance. They ride the white charger while adorned in gleaming plate mail. They rush onto the scene to save the day, to save the world, to save a soul. Some might assert that the nature of the hero is not far removed from the nature of the fool, and those some may well be right. Yet, at the same time, there is an odd mixture with the hero ... varying degrees of messiah, of madman, and of martyr. How many aspire to the mantle, and how few ac reach it.

I may suffer my delusions of a messianic complex, but I am no hero. It is difficult to be as right as I am as often as I am, it breeds a degree of arrogance that most find distasteful. Is not this arrogance earned, however? Have I not done all that I have set out to do? Have I not laid my enemies to rest on the battlefield? Have I not risen above the feeble squalor of my origins? The hero exists without arrogance, they exist selflessly. I am selfish, my arrogance along with my rage is what defines me is what drives me. I walk to the mountaintop and bring back the clay tablets of a better place, a greater vision. Many deign not to hear my words, and that is their loss. I will not spoon-feed them, I will let them rot in their own waste.

I may struggle with my madness, but I am no hero. Can I play with madness? Certainly I can and indeed I do. The intellectual mind is one that looks inward onto itself, a minds-eye which is ever observing itself. The pain it causes, and the strife I feel simply force me to look further inward, deeper into my own chasms of self-doubt, of self-loathing. How can one so arrogant dislike oneself so? That is the nature of the madness, is it not? Contradictions in terms, contradictions of the self ... the equation a state of mind full of bright fire which burns with little control. Others maybe burned by the flame, but I cannot heal them. They must mend their own wounds.

I may find myself hurtling towards martyrdom, but I am no hero. I am not a martyr in the truest sense of the word. A martyr dies for a noble cause, a noble need ... I die in pursuit of some unassailable goal which I place before myself. Others may view my chase as justifiable, chivalrous, dignified ... but I know the truth. I know my motive and I know my penchant for the shadows. Yet the time will come when those who should know better will hoist me onto the proverbial cross and nail me to it. Voice cry out of justice done, others still will whisper of injustices served. Fact of the matter is that both will be right and both will be wrong, as I am both and neither. No one can damn me or save me, other than myself. Nail pierced hands prove nothing more than the reality of rhetoric gone wild.

I do find myself riding a white charger, adorned in gleaming plate mail. I rush to the scene to save a day, to save a world, to save a soul. Perhaps I am the wrong man for the right reasons and perhaps I am the right man for the wrong reasons. Maybe I am completely wrong, but onward I charge ... my helm visor down and my lance ready. Is there a day in peril? Is there a world ravaged? Is there a soul in need of saving? Yes. There are all these things, and they are mine. She is the one that holds the key to her I charge. See me for what I am, and not as others would. Give me touch of the divine. Give the madman his taste of sanity. I ask much, but then I said I was selfish; and yet I feel that she knows these concepts all too well herself. It is that familiarity which binds us.

"Could you be there? 'Cause I'm the one who waits for you ... or are you unforgiven, too?"
- Metallica, Unforgiven .

Is Life Fair?

Is Life Fair?

Here are some true statements:

All men are not created equal. And because of that....

We can't all play soccer like Ronaldinho. We can't all be as smart as Einstein. We can't all be a member of the lucky sperm club and have rich parents.

It also sucks that you ladies have to put up with menstruation and menopause.

Men can pee anywhere they want.

Isn't it amazing that you have to have a license to get married, but you don't have to have a license to have children? And who suffers when people have children they cannot afford? Ultimately it's the child, who is born with two strikes against him right off the bat.

So ladies, are you happy? I agree with you. It takes two to tango. Males should take an equal responsibility. If your partner refuses, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna take an aspirin, the most effective birth control pill known to man?

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John Lennon Wrote This…

Working Class Hero

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

I am Cranky Tired

I am Cranky Tired!! I am so cranky today, even I can't stand myself!I know it's because I am extremely tired...just plain exhausted.

Megalomaniac

A "megalomaniac" is a person who wants to run the whole world. "Megalomania" is a kind of mental illness that makes people want power over everyone else and the right to tell everyone what to do. Sometimes megalomaniacs actually do get a lot of power, but other times they only think they have power. The ones that really do get power make lousy bosses and bad leaders, but the ones who only think they should run things are usually harmless unless they get their own radio shows.
There are so many of this “breed” around us and Incubus might be right to write a song about them.

-----------------megalomaniac--------------------

I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen, its' unkind but
If I met you in a scissor fight
I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone
On principle alone

Hey megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean of yourself
Baby just step down, step down, step down

If I were your appendages
I'd hold open your eyes
So you would see
That all of us are heaven sent
And there was never meant to be only one
To be only one

Hey megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean of yourself
Baby just step down, step down, step down

Step down
Step down
Oh step down

Yeah
You're no Jesus
You're no Elvis
You're no Jesus
You're no Jesus
You're no Elvis
You're no answer

Step down, step down, step down
Step down

Hey megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash your hands clean of yourself
Baby just step down, step down, step down

::Judgemental... Heck_No1234::

Its hard to completely stop being judgemental…my mind actually won’t let me! I obviously take notice of what a person is wearing, how they present themselves, etc. but the purpose of this goal is to stop assuming so much about the person. Lately, when I catch myself judging, I just remind myself i don’t actually know anything about who this person truly is.

Messy Desk Is The Sign Of Genius

I'm not a slob or anything, but I tend to have a pretty cluttered or messy desk at work. For that matter, my desktops on my computers are equally messy. Why is this you ask? Well, I tend to think that I have a lot of stuff on my desk, because frankly, I do a lot of stuff and have a lot of things to keep track of. I find it's very easy to not be organized like I should. The problem is when you get overwhelmed with stuff it's easy to set it aside for the moment. What happens then is the dreaded piles dilemma. Normally this isn't a big deal at work. We all have desk full of paper because we deal with lots of printed work. I also have a lot of other stuff, usually computer related (software, hardware, etc...) as well.

"If a cluttered desk says the owner has a cluttered mind, what does an empty desk say?"

~Pay Day~

I got my backdated-check today
I think I'll spend it like a crazy fool
Or I'll give it all away
Something like the golden rule
And my paycheck ain't hay
But somehow I just don't seem to care
Ever since my baby came to stay
And let my little house so warm and glare
And I won't tell 'em at the bank
What I'm gonna do with all my dough
I'll just smile and tell `em thanx
For it's better than they shouldn't know
Then "we'll" go and have a swing
At a little place where we can sit and think
Cause my baby came to stay
And with me here on my payday............ :-)