Sunday, August 24, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Charity Rant…
bukan sharity elephant otey :p
I take offence relationships being likened to politics but I guess now is now not even going into forever. In any relationship and social setting; especially when you use the term ‘politics’ to describe your gang *wow!girlpoliticsbitchy~~* It means to me that all actions, practices and policies within that social group has long been establish. In affairs as such or business *especially*; competition between interest groups or individuals for power and leadership (in the government) IS RIFE! This political life subscribes to its own code of what is norm and its ethics can be described by its principal activities or profession. We like holidays, have been through very tough times, loves bitching and raving mad for laughs or could be just shoes hehe.
You will involve yourself with its opinions or sympathizes with a person and more often than not, you bring yourself to anguishing turmoil trying to make sense of the total complex of relations between people living in society (please ehk try to keep track, don’t lose your brain cells now?). You try to place yourself and find yourself in any particular area of experience especially as seen or dealt with from a political point of view. Is it office politics? Is it ethnic policies? Or maybe identity politics? :p orh!!!! Its girl politics dar dey!!!
I was asked or rather openly hinted about my involvement in girl politics. Labels I still collect and accusations and assumptions I still deal with. So today’s charity rant homes down to but what are my motives? Or simply the question implies to my emotion or desire operating on the will and causing me to act.
GAHH!!!
i.feel.my.forehead.throbbing.violently.as.the.label.AMY.PANDAI.sears.my.forehead *muahahaha* excuse me while I feeling harry potek.
Answer is :: Like begets like and love begets love and I believe the rest will just flow. May I quote biks here? “Because we exchange precious commodities we keep close to our selves, our trust, our hopes and of course our ideals.” I love being in communities and society in general. People are my passion and who am I if not a reflection of you? Hence yeay I am the friendly fucker who serves all and fuck all.
So today, it all lies in attitude. I am very much aware how some prefer to adopt reject all temptations or ‘hair of the dog” that do not sustain or respect your need for space, encouragement or your hearts desire. But I still catch no balls as to why those who are insecure are usually the ones to misinterpret things. Should it not be the other way round? And what punishment should be mete out to one that who has potty mouth? See! So many many points of contention to fiddle with enthusiastic glee. Or are confrontations necessarily good for all situations and then if so, who can be one who is an objectively fair judge? Fuck the norms but what are norms? Since you live by your own creed, must I too just so that I can partake in its all glory?
In recovery *kopekshell* Our mutual losses or experience deserve to be acknowledged or remembered with dignity, honor, and respect even as we regroup to move forward. Whosoever is willing to work on forgiveness and letting go of the past in order to find peace, I guess. For now, it's time to give it a rest. Let's just empower by stillness and this is when silence is virtue.
This I know of enlightened beings…they do not want to be known but their light penetrates through the blackness of the most hideous nights. Hence they will attract all manner of the lost. We are teacher and students all at once, are we not? But are they aware of their responsibilities? Its tedious journey? Can they stand to be weary? I am not sure when their belief and attitude is, “It’s been nice knowing and not knowing you”
Stay sane,
Amyemeelea
ps to self:: lost my claws or yet to be sharpened cispai!!!!!!
I take offence relationships being likened to politics but I guess now is now not even going into forever. In any relationship and social setting; especially when you use the term ‘politics’ to describe your gang *wow!girlpoliticsbitchy~~* It means to me that all actions, practices and policies within that social group has long been establish. In affairs as such or business *especially*; competition between interest groups or individuals for power and leadership (in the government) IS RIFE! This political life subscribes to its own code of what is norm and its ethics can be described by its principal activities or profession. We like holidays, have been through very tough times, loves bitching and raving mad for laughs or could be just shoes hehe.
You will involve yourself with its opinions or sympathizes with a person and more often than not, you bring yourself to anguishing turmoil trying to make sense of the total complex of relations between people living in society (please ehk try to keep track, don’t lose your brain cells now?). You try to place yourself and find yourself in any particular area of experience especially as seen or dealt with from a political point of view. Is it office politics? Is it ethnic policies? Or maybe identity politics? :p orh!!!! Its girl politics dar dey!!!
I was asked or rather openly hinted about my involvement in girl politics. Labels I still collect and accusations and assumptions I still deal with. So today’s charity rant homes down to but what are my motives? Or simply the question implies to my emotion or desire operating on the will and causing me to act.
GAHH!!!
i.feel.my.forehead.throbbing.violently.as.the.label.AMY.PANDAI.sears.my.forehead *muahahaha* excuse me while I feeling harry potek.
Answer is :: Like begets like and love begets love and I believe the rest will just flow. May I quote biks here? “Because we exchange precious commodities we keep close to our selves, our trust, our hopes and of course our ideals.” I love being in communities and society in general. People are my passion and who am I if not a reflection of you? Hence yeay I am the friendly fucker who serves all and fuck all.
So today, it all lies in attitude. I am very much aware how some prefer to adopt reject all temptations or ‘hair of the dog” that do not sustain or respect your need for space, encouragement or your hearts desire. But I still catch no balls as to why those who are insecure are usually the ones to misinterpret things. Should it not be the other way round? And what punishment should be mete out to one that who has potty mouth? See! So many many points of contention to fiddle with enthusiastic glee. Or are confrontations necessarily good for all situations and then if so, who can be one who is an objectively fair judge? Fuck the norms but what are norms? Since you live by your own creed, must I too just so that I can partake in its all glory?
In recovery *kopekshell* Our mutual losses or experience deserve to be acknowledged or remembered with dignity, honor, and respect even as we regroup to move forward. Whosoever is willing to work on forgiveness and letting go of the past in order to find peace, I guess. For now, it's time to give it a rest. Let's just empower by stillness and this is when silence is virtue.
This I know of enlightened beings…they do not want to be known but their light penetrates through the blackness of the most hideous nights. Hence they will attract all manner of the lost. We are teacher and students all at once, are we not? But are they aware of their responsibilities? Its tedious journey? Can they stand to be weary? I am not sure when their belief and attitude is, “It’s been nice knowing and not knowing you”
Stay sane,
Amyemeelea
ps to self:: lost my claws or yet to be sharpened cispai!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
done and over with...
it was raining very hard. ok computer of radiohead was on loop as i tried to make sense of it all *still* in the shadows it was hard to make out his set features. i just wanted to fly away in my ballon far far away. and this time i have.....
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half of my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labour, liht denied?"
I fondly ask; But Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
hrmmm~ who was it ehk who wrote this piece? :s but yesh, at times when faith and belief wavers...the minute details all gets lost...till i update ;)
stay sane till the sun peeks,
amyemeelea
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half of my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labour, liht denied?"
I fondly ask; But Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
hrmmm~ who was it ehk who wrote this piece? :s but yesh, at times when faith and belief wavers...the minute details all gets lost...till i update ;)
stay sane till the sun peeks,
amyemeelea
Sunday, August 10, 2008
life is a beach...
and we sent a happy picture to biks as a note to reconnect via the teeny tiny waves made available via *yeay!* technology :)
a waaaayyyyy load of things dawned on me and tadah! death numero 13th set its sight on me. and its probably final, to crumble and acknowledge the fact that i should be taking my own advice more often than i should *kanpai!~* like i haven't been on repeat mode often enough. new labels to put up with and hell crying clown made a show this week too! *cispai* a huff and puff around ulu orchard hunting for kenko fish and then a hike up fort canning to go a hunting with my spanking new blowpipe *wearingheelsmindyou* but i heart so much the swipe away the flying cockroach biks...*hehehehe*
then it was a celebration~! of a meet way past due at length of years! *sheepish* still it was a blast to the past mummy dearest. as we tango and toiter on sangria and bubbles of high in of all the holy places in the wee mornings. you are as fab as always, solid and grounded as you can ever be. maybe your sting of death missed its points but they did not lay to waste. i am glad it all worked out for you...albeit hard to swallow but love is as such lar...we don't gripe for nothing..let's reserve THOSE for the unmentionables ;p
mama terror picked the terrrors for another lets celebrate the national holiday to a family trip at the beach. we took long walks in the dead of the night and to the early mornings just wearing pajamas *lol* a refreshing dip to remain awake and off we go to look forward to our found future. ahh~~ my eldest never fails *sigh* makes this mama proud to bear witness you ALL were borne from these loins. an sms at 2 am stopped me in my tracks but again i misunderstood *haiz* what made me go on forward was both love and faith tugging me onward.
still scattered and much bruised...*wavesatmew* but that's added load to carry in my backpack. needed load in fact to hone my instincts. ready now or never *ishhk!* definately not a closed chapter.
please sally's boyfriend! cut of my damn leg!
stay sane,
amyemeelea
ps: hello al lapicits *hugsandfiddle*
a waaaayyyyy load of things dawned on me and tadah! death numero 13th set its sight on me. and its probably final, to crumble and acknowledge the fact that i should be taking my own advice more often than i should *kanpai!~* like i haven't been on repeat mode often enough. new labels to put up with and hell crying clown made a show this week too! *cispai* a huff and puff around ulu orchard hunting for kenko fish and then a hike up fort canning to go a hunting with my spanking new blowpipe *wearingheelsmindyou* but i heart so much the swipe away the flying cockroach biks...*hehehehe*
then it was a celebration~! of a meet way past due at length of years! *sheepish* still it was a blast to the past mummy dearest. as we tango and toiter on sangria and bubbles of high in of all the holy places in the wee mornings. you are as fab as always, solid and grounded as you can ever be. maybe your sting of death missed its points but they did not lay to waste. i am glad it all worked out for you...albeit hard to swallow but love is as such lar...we don't gripe for nothing..let's reserve THOSE for the unmentionables ;p
mama terror picked the terrrors for another lets celebrate the national holiday to a family trip at the beach. we took long walks in the dead of the night and to the early mornings just wearing pajamas *lol* a refreshing dip to remain awake and off we go to look forward to our found future. ahh~~ my eldest never fails *sigh* makes this mama proud to bear witness you ALL were borne from these loins. an sms at 2 am stopped me in my tracks but again i misunderstood *haiz* what made me go on forward was both love and faith tugging me onward.
still scattered and much bruised...*wavesatmew* but that's added load to carry in my backpack. needed load in fact to hone my instincts. ready now or never *ishhk!* definately not a closed chapter.
please sally's boyfriend! cut of my damn leg!
stay sane,
amyemeelea
ps: hello al lapicits *hugsandfiddle*
Friday, August 08, 2008
comeuppance...
*phew*
the last of the destructive feelings have dissipated...of course he is way too smart for me and wow! does that make him even hotter or what? *woooooah~!* there is something to be said about guys who can turn you on as such. well its too late to apologize~ toooo late!!~~~ and i am definately feeling the heat...*crawlsbackunderstone*
but...yes, what comes round goes round and hence one must pay penance and drag oneself back to what matters most.
you definately live up to your name ;) che. killingmesoftly (if not silently) hehehehe...the silly thing is, this heart only grows fonder and ponder-OUS *ifthereissuchawrod!*
heads up! chin up! the world is your oyster and may a blanket of pearls cover your walk in search of fate..
i bow humbly still before the anak raja muda :)
stay sane,
amyemeelea
the last of the destructive feelings have dissipated...of course he is way too smart for me and wow! does that make him even hotter or what? *woooooah~!* there is something to be said about guys who can turn you on as such. well its too late to apologize~ toooo late!!~~~ and i am definately feeling the heat...*crawlsbackunderstone*
but...yes, what comes round goes round and hence one must pay penance and drag oneself back to what matters most.
you definately live up to your name ;) che. killingmesoftly (if not silently) hehehehe...the silly thing is, this heart only grows fonder and ponder-OUS *ifthereissuchawrod!*
heads up! chin up! the world is your oyster and may a blanket of pearls cover your walk in search of fate..
i bow humbly still before the anak raja muda :)
stay sane,
amyemeelea
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