Assalamua'laikum.

minamoto part two.

Just when I thought I was gonna dump a few things away from my life, this blogging page still stays with me faithfully. As I am meticulously busier on my multiply site, - that site's more lively & tech-savvy - I tend to pity my blogger page a bit. This page hasn't been painted with smooth flowing words ever since. Though this page may seem the 'island' (rather isolated I should say), originally this is the page where me & my indigenious community blogged endlessly everyday of the week (eons ago). Guessed I've outgrowned. Too old.

Talking about old... of which....

I've noticed these recent days that I've started to type my words in reversed spelling. A case of slow-down memory perhaps, or is it just plain tiredness after being in front of the computer at work? Or was my brains really slowing down after a series of black-outs & blow-outs? Just a case of mental block, it could be. It gets rather irritating anyway. I should go have my memory-wave checked, professionally done that is. I should not have skipped that neuro check-up in year 2003 though!

I am not a sanitarium case. In order to avoid being one, I should turn off the lights right now, it's starting to hurt the eyes.

There - I've switched off the flourescent & now only my "romantic" yellow wall-light is glowing.

Now, I wanna know, how many lonely beings there are out there in Singapore? Just Singapore alone. Being alone in Singapore. In stressful Singapore. How is the ratio like for lonely is to contented beings, is it 100 (lonely) : 1000 (contented attached beings)? Doesn't it dungfully spell s-a-d for this? I feel for those being lonely. I feel, sincerely feel for you.

However at certain periods, "everybody needs sometime all alone..."

Being alone a little bit helps, it's therapeutic. After spending a quarter of your lifetime whizzing by places and people, you need time to wind down a bit. Even when you afford to steal some time to be all alone in your sanctuary, it should set you thinking more deeper & calmer - so treasure it!

But, when you have great friends surrounding your life, it'll never be quiet and you'll find that you'll never walk alone... aisey bedah!

Just when I thought last week I'll be meeting with a sudden road accident, I prayed thanks to God Almighty it never happened. You cannot plan death, it's called murder by choice. What happened was this scenario -

" The wristwatch on my left hand ticked 2 a.m. Time is racing past me; it didn't wait for no man (and woman). The highway runs is not lit. Chill dewy temperatures sets in. Three speed-hungry moguls ruled the roads that hour. I swear I saw 'company' on my right side apart from having the three 900-cc machines nailing the tar. At 200km/h, dear life is freaking in me. I think, if first my secured headgear is gonna flung off, secondly, I'll lose my grip on AG's hefty tanks then my body shall slip off the speeding machine, I'll be a piece of tragedy in a foreign dark highway. I haven't nominated my CPF to anybody yet; I still have many to carve my name onto. With proper straight thoughts I clung tightly against the overwhelming winds. It was a merciless speed-run. I thought I could have had died. A minute later we reached a pit stop and that's when I know, life is precious indeed. " The moral of the story is, dark highways are a one-way ticket to eternal rest, so, ride safely my friends.

This has been a message from L I Z A R D E O U S S .

Wassalam.