The Good Book says, “There’s a time for every purpose under heaven”. Look around, things seem to be falling apart, breaking down; established and traditional societal structures seem to be crumbling overnight. Our environment is caving in, nothing makes any sense. Through my pessimistic lenses, humankind is “Doomed”. Others, may disagree, taking all this chaos and crumble as the labour pains of change to be born. Not so soon, me thinks, may be over the next hundred years. I’ll probably be gone to ‘greener pastures’ then.
But if these are the birth pains of change, some have yet to realise the pregnancy. These that cling to decaying structures harking back to those “golden ages” of autocracy and absolute power. Wallowing in the nostalgia of days gone, eras of dictatorial mind-sets, when simple folk prostrated themselves before the powerful, treating them like deities, or aliens come down from the heavens? Did they destroy the planet?
Or change it to prosper, on their terms, driving to extinction the aboriginal inhabitants of this planet? Is history repeating itself now? The fissures are becoming noticeably wider.
When the storm is over, what will we wake up to, if we wake up at all? A desert, a limitless ocean with no land in sight? No safe port to moor at. Like dumb boatmen, we’re tossed by the waves drifting further and further into unknown waters where monsters lurk…hungry…craving for fresh blood and raw meat.
A time to break down, prepare for renewal, but remember who and what you are, or be swept away into the gaping abyss of slavery to the powers that be.
Those on-going Californian fire storms are really scary. Winds up to 100 km per hour are unbelievable and so frightening. At least 25 lives have been lost and many more are missing, perhaps gone forever, burnt to cinders. Billion dollar properties gone up in smoke and a whole town wiped off the map.
Continue reading “The winds of climate change”
It is the 27th August 2015, just two days to the Bersih 4 march in Kuala Lumpur, WP, Kuching, Sarawak and Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. Malaysians must note and record this historical event for posterity, the next generations must know how their elders struggled and strove to win democratic freedom from oppression, exploitation and feudalism born of past colonial rule. We will remember the past, the present and the future. Continue reading “Immortal Spirit of Democracy”
I believe this a worthy cause and hope that readers will support it. Burmese human rights activist, Aung Myo Ming returns to Burma, now Myanmar, after 24 years in exile, bearing a gift to his homeland, that, hopefully, its current rulers will appreciate. Continue reading “Aung Myo Ming’s Gift to Burma”
BLACKOUT 505 continues.
Adam Adli, the new voice of youthful Malaysia speaks with such power and conviction that the powers that be, see him as a threat to their shaky claim to rule this country. Continue reading “Refreshing Spring – Adam Adli”
I realized that I’ve kept you waiting too long over the Holiday Season and am very sorry. Some of you may have waited eagerly and were disappointed with my lack of response. Continue reading “Sorry for the Silence”
Hello dear Readers,
I decided to acquire a ‘home’ of my own. Well, will give it a try for a year. My friend Anil tells me I’m now a pro-blogger. Ahem…feel a bit …er…not so sure of that. Blogging is addictive. Anyway, the proof of the pudding is in the eating, isn’t it? So, we’ll see, or you’ll see if I live up to it. Continue reading “Gone dot Com – My Own Domain”
The world is like a leaky tub in the ocean. Here we are undergoing climate change that’s punching holes in our planet, yet human kind is aiding its sinking by creating conflict on the lamest excuse. Those trying to repair the leaks can’t keep up with the rate at which these are being created. It looks like the negative elements are getting the better of us and taking the upper-hand. Samuel Huntingdon’s proverbial “clash of civilizations” seems to be the thing influencing certain minorities who seem intent on making that premise a reality. Continue reading “A Leaky Tub in the Ocean”
When one mentions “low-cost housing” for the lower-income community, visions of concrete tower blocks with apartments little more than cubicles comes to mind. The stink of garbage chutes, florescent lighting that’s broken and blown in places, smelly dimly lit lifts frequently out of order, walls decorated with graffiti, and all that’s dark, dreary, wet and repulsive. Being poor doesn’t mean that one has to be treated sub-humanly and allotted the cheapest, lowest quality standard of living in vermin infested, crime fertile environments. Continue reading “Livable and Pleasant Low-Cost Housing”
Disaster is a leveller. When people of whatever origin, ethnic, cultural or religious background face common adversity, their differences are forgotten. That, is usually the case, but there may be exceptions in certain situations. There are amongst us (the human race), all kinds of characters; some are opportunists, some revert to saving themselves whilst others may emerge as leaders, and still many more, will decide who they think is right. Continue reading “Journey of the Comet”