Righteous 2011!

I've actually been looking for this song for ages! Was first introduced and transfixed to it by the mesmerizing tune from the uber cool 'Gatsby' advertisement. I liked it so much I posted it on my blog(the commercial). It never occurred to me that there was a group behind the song(silly me) hence I was pretty ecstatic when I first saw it, the clip...to my surprise was, how do I put it...unique, but the lyrics were pretty cool and somewhat realistic too. I am also starting to think that it is pretty lame and insecure of me for explaining on why I am posting a clip on my own blog.

Having said that, this is also a gesture, a hint at wishing you guys..well it's no longer a hint since I just said that..and before I confuse myself, here is to a great new year ahead! And you know the usual things that people say, like may all your wishes come true and all that well intended messages that makes you feel psyched! and perhaps even more motivated than you were the previous years.

Righteous! I always wanted to say that...hm especially after hearing a new friend of mine saying that quite often. For example when we reached our destination, she'd go, 'righteous!' so i too after a few seconds, went yea, righteous! haha. She was several years younger than I am. Perhaps it's a new lingo. Why am I talking about this again?

Anyhoo, I don't know how exactly to put this, but...ohh! let me just tell you about the lamest/coolest new year text msg I received; it said, 'Happy 2011! there are only 12 more months to 2012'. I hope you get the joke or not.

I was saying, there are changes happening within and around us, here I am trying to be subtle and discreet by making up insinuations, metaphors and make it appear like I am relating to something philosophical huh? I foresee changes in wanting to embetter myself (if that is considered a word) I have also been meeting with pretty interesting friends but this time, I've been befriending people who are able to teach me and humble me. I find that a great discovery, for myself that is...seeing that I don't find most people interesting, even intellectually stimulating, how pompous and arrogant right? That's what I keep telling myself.

I am actually very humble, I also contradict myself at times. I am pretty honest too or so I like to think. I should stop talking about myself, a friend of mine told me, 'why does it always have to be you?' and every time I said something, he would repeat the same thing. Maybe to annoy me, but still....well now that I think about it, I should've asked him to answer for me, seeing that he asked me that question in the first place and seeing that my answer wasn't sufficient enough to his ears and one would assume that one would know the answer to his question right? Why am I talking about this again?

In reference to one of the paragraphs above, I would also like to add that I am moving to places and even going places. This could very well be a wish. It also can mean, I am seeing new faces in new places?

My dislike towards people have not phased. I come to the realization that my negative aspects on things are consistent and continuous, of course they could both mean the same thing. I guess I am trying to say that, it would be nice to have the same outlook on other things, but noo I tend to get bored of most things especially people. It does appear that the more I talk/write the more arrogant and self centered I am or so you might think. Don't be fooled, I am actually very humble and pleasing to the eyes.

I should stop talking. Happy new year. Please be more selfless and caring towards others. Always put yourself in someone else's shoes and reflect. Stop littering and go green! Read more and stop being so stupid, please. By the way, what is with lame ass people copying and pasting quotes from people to appear more profound therefore smart? There is so much anger in people huh? Don't worry I talk to myself most of time. In this case, write to myself. Enjoy your deluded lives filled with short/silly escapisms that makes you seem you're happy. Something is wrong with me!!

I guess I should be more righteous. Though as of for now, I don't even know what the word 'righteous' means. I do have some new, new years resolution...yes I did say I should stop talking; I won't bore you with lame ass resolutions. Who cares anyway? Oh and for those who still read my blog, I'd like to thank you(that actually means that I am thanking myself) haha. Yea, you shut up!

I've been wanting to say something nice so that I can finish up with this entry, tough luck! I guess I am trying to say, be happy, whatever your definition and no matter how fake and deluding it might be... That's not nice.

Finally it's been sometime since I had a good ice cream, any ice cream for that matter. I hope to get some and I hope you would get some too...for me.

Thank you *smiles* :)

Sanctioned Sanctuary

They hide behind the tallest mountains,

The young boys live in discarded tunnels,

The families’ in war torn tents

Bruised with ruins are everyday lives,

The houses too flatten and destroyed,

The trees and crops wiped out as well,

They control the water,

And try to control the rain,

The way they have the terrain,

They have power over the lights,

Occupiers are devoid of any true light,

Their hearts are worse than of corpses,

They penetrated using evil forces;

These are cowards in the eyes of the courageous,

Bullying innocence with heavy armaments,

Over the years their treachery and barbarity,

Resulted into a mountain of innocent carcasses,

They killed mothers and our forefathers,

They took our rights and privileges,

Left with nothing but anguish and deceased,

Dreadful circumstances and so little choices,

They entered our villages and pillaged,

And turned neighborhoods into wrecked empty fields,

Till today it still goes on,

A never-ending debauchery, it seems,

Till today the worst crimes against humanity goes on,

And everybody lives on,

As if there's nothing wrong.

Though our brothers are against us,

And as they pray,

They beautify their prayers,

So people will watch and perhaps applause,

Since our brothers refuse kindness and empathy,

Still they gloat flaunting their white robes,

These are the people,

Who frequents the mosques,

Yet the orphans are left accursed,

The poor and malnourished,

Repulsed and left to rot.

Change comes from within,

We show compassion through our deen,

With good intentions and authenticity;

Not to end up a malicious hypocrite.

This phenomenon spreading,

Tyrants and despots are reigning,

Influenced are the rich in atrocities,

Corrupted and deceiving,

Cruel and mistreating,

Our own brand of Zionist reign,

Even Pharaohs and Caligulas,

They lurk and embark,

To plot and hoodwink,

They succeed in misleading.

This is the state that we live in,

This is the journey we are in,

This is the world we find meaning,

The battle of an ordinary man,

Against a world full of misgivings;

Glory to those who keep on striving.

And

And so he said, ‘I’ve got a new year’s resolution!’ And then they said, ‘you shouldn’t start a sentence with, “And” ’. And he replied, ‘Go to hell!’ hypothetically of course. As usual, he was leading the road he was put on, a path that still needs repairing and possibly even changing, his every step was filled with precautionary ones though he was innately brought to life with nothing but curiosity.

He had a few amendments – a brand new year! But they rejoice, always finding some means to excuse their overly pompous deeds, but the west do it and they’re the epitome of success and happiness, funny how these people become exemplary.

Sorry about that, his amendments, after realizing that he couldn’t completely disregard what others think, he would try his best to care less than he does about the mass, who are a mess. Really when one has chosen a different path from the masses, it seem their train of thought, ideologies and everything differs.

The hermit then gestured as he was embracing his child, ‘this is my daughter.’ He said. She was 5 months old and cute and innocence seemed protruding from those shiny little eyes. He eyed the child who was untainted, beautiful and pure. The hermit was still facing him and so was the baby, he stood there as if expecting something from him. At this, the peasant said, ‘who is a peasant to greet a blessing from heaven?’ The hermit was still standing there unperturbed; there was a pause and then he feeling slightly aghast extended a finger towards her little hand and she took his finger and clasped her palm around his finger. He could feel her delicate grip. The peasant felt warmth—the hermit said, ‘don’t over think things. Pure beings, don’t differentiate.’

Along the way back home he still couldn’t get his mind off the occurrence; how was a peasant given equal treatment? She was white and seemed to emit light; he was black and a target to be spat at. This wasn’t the world he was used to.

And what is intelligence? He questioned. And what is a person who claims to have acquired an abundance of intelligence, what then does he achieves? Peace and purity, understanding and piety? ‘Though no man is really fit to say that.’ He added while I seemed to be listening attentively.

His legs, they started to itch, he was diseased, diseased brought by some insects from the wilderness of the east, he took out a bottle that contained some curable oil. He was rubbing his palm across his leg. He spoke, ‘as much as this itches and pain it was nothing compared to the bruises that lurks in my heart, where no oil nor ailments could ever reach, where the pain still persist and never cease’.

The earth’s rotation, is it consistent? Why does it appear to have fastened? His thoughts consumed him, he then said, ‘for all I know I am still a child who was dependent, embracing innocence, playful but with contentment. Every single moment of my young life, where my mother went, I followed resembling a duckling and that provided with me security, stability and happiness. It was as if that was solely what I did, my goals. He stopped talking and for a few minutes he remained quiet. He looked at me and said, ‘Now I have come to a better realization, that is what I did, I had a guide, I had protection and I followed it and stayed close to it from the moment I opened my eyes to the moment I closed them; never to let her out of my side. Suddenly I have over grown and not prepared to adjoin the world, I am comfortable being innocent and undisturbed by the world’s malice and character…and now I am an adult man? Here I am dreading life, embracing paranoia, befriending greed and fantasizing a delusional ever-changing happy ending that puts even the most colorful fairy tales to shame. When I was a child my dreams were more upright and I don’t remember wanting this and that. When I was a child I had a guide, now that I am an adult, who befits to be my guide?’

Like the opposite version of a flower that blooms in the morning, the curse of adulthood subsisting and the conquest of a self-searching man seem useless and is now lost in his intertwining journey and he is torn on what is enlightenment.

The roads I have taken, the people I have met, the people I have briefly met, the causes that seemed impossible to meet, the quest of a better human world has lost it’s passion. The quest to self enrichment hath set sailing, the wisdom that was there all along, the belief that makes one sound, bestowed by holy men, a feat many will fail to comprehend, but it lies right before your eyes, if only you were set out to see and if you do see, it only marks a beginning of a brand new journey.

Like a boy who just reached puberty, filled with bright curiosity and excitement on the wondrous beauty and mysteries it hides. Like being brought to the world again without prejudice and bias. As he becomes an adult, he notices that he needs a guide and something to follow; sadly a man has to mend his own ways. More than often he is drifted and lost in the many ways.

The irony, the sheer timing of a shift in purpose and a new perception that appears clear has resulted to a change of heart, one that instills importance on how the self-deceits than on others and their misdeeds.