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Friday, May 16, 2008
Clearblogs is down again. I haven't blogged for two weeks. It has been the most stressful week of my life so far. Take me on board your shiny ship and let us watch together as they die.
Posted by NHJ
5/16/2008 07:34:00 am
Friday, March 14, 2008
WOOClearblogs is back up in action. I knew it'll come back. I'll see you back on the new Alien Landscape!
Posted by NHJ
3/14/2008 05:51:00 pm
Writers On Rainy DaysIt doesn't feel the same, blogging here. It seems that I don't have as much to say as when I am at Clearblogs. It's like confiding to a different friend. Like listening to Sondre Lerche instead of Bright Eyes. Like eating a $2 sponge cake instead of cheese cake. Like reading Jewel instead of Sylvia Plath. Like fitting into my red teenage sneakers. Yesterday, when the chill of rain weakened the spines of my books, I wandered through the dimness in buses. The downpour deafened and made me forget. I let it. There was a man with soft skin who was writing on his pad. A fellow chronicler. He sat in front of me and hung his head scribbling, like a dying man. To my horror, I found myself tapping his shoulder. When he turned around, I looked at him and parted my lips to say something but couldn't think of anything. He looked back, quizzically. Then he smiled and went back to his writing. How utterly embarrassing.
Posted by NHJ
3/14/2008 07:43:00 am
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Clash of Faiths
I really shouldn't've talked to you about this. I feel uneasy inside. Lost.
Eva, I'm sorry. She and I had one of our arguments. This time, it was about our respective faiths. She was a Catholic. I was very surprised when I found out. She seemed more the atheist judging from her attitude towards life and how apathetic she is. It turns out she is a pretty staunch Catholic who goes to church every Sunday. I have always had my qualms about the Catholic faith. From what I have read about the trinity and the history of Christianity, about Paul, there was just something that doesn't add up. I better not elaborate.
In the end, bible in hand, she was trembling in anger. It was unfair, I suppose. I am used to religious debate on comparative religion forums, conversing with Catholic and Jewish scholars. Even though she was equipped with enough ammo to shake an amateur Muslim's faith, she has never had someone dissect and question her faith like that. All I said to this was, If you know a Truth, Eva, it'll never slip away from you.
And she said, That is what scares me. What does this fear mean? Why did you have to tell me all this?
We ended just agreeing on one thing,
Jesus (peace be upon him) is our common link. Two of the greatest religions on earth --Christianity and Islam-- which have billions of followers, believe in him. He was here. One day maybe we will meet him and he will tell us the Truth. It's a good step, Eva. You will never be as close to G-d as when you look deeper and question Him, and hear Him speaking to you in your heart, scaring you, inspiring you, assuring you. It's going to be okay. Really.
Posted by NHJ
3/13/2008 10:09:00 pm
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Back On The Old SiteClearblogs have disappeared from the map of the cyberworld, and has taken all my entries along with it. I sat for days, mourning it. I actually had withdrawals which include, endless drumming of fingers, short temper and a need to spend four hours on Sciencedaily.org and Dictionary.com for extensive reading and memorising. So here I am at the old place, heavy with memories of Siti and Fir. Fir, especially. I miss Fir. Hey, I miss Fir. This is a surprising feeling, which I must explore to greater extent to avoid any confusion which might lead to impulsive, destructive behaviour. Of Siti, I am still not ready to speak of because it still hurts. Must write of lighter things! The last thing I wrote about on Clearblogs was how Eva and I had a bet on which was the faster growing hair, pubic or armpit. For your amusement and information, pubic hair emerged victorious by a long shot. I was content with only being able to shave again. How do ladies live with a jungle between their legs? It itches and sometimes, it feels... Alive. I was in constant fear of being body snatched by a thicket of pubic hair, if that makes any sense. So shaving felt like being exorcised. Life is calmer when all that hair is gone. I feel lighter. Cleaner. I feel like myself again. Pubic hair to me is indeed, evil.
Posted by NHJ
3/12/2008 11:01:00 pm
Sunday, April 01, 2007
ALIEN LANDSCAPE has moved to: http://clearblogs.com/inrigantethis page will have no more updates.
Posted by NHJ
4/01/2007 08:03:00 pm
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
boys and/or girls ok randomness. Fir's armpits smell like girls. or is it just my obsessive aesthetic attraction to ladies mingles with the sexual attraction to inaccessible frail articulate men-boys with gay tendencies? am i doomed to forever have crushing crushes on random girls and fall hard for the same boys! LE GASP. am i bisexual? it cannot be! girls only turn me on emotionally. i feel unreasonably protective of them. that shouldn't count. i've realised that all the boys, except Hidayat, i've had major lovey feelings for are either androgynous or effeminate. Khai was emo and emo is gay, Fir is twice as emo and therefore twice as gay, Dzul is the Shakespearean drama club boy who likes to wear tights, Isti looked like a masculine version of Siti Roslinda (and i love Siti Roslinda. ok weird), Khairul has silly curly hair and speaks like an exaggerated genteel gentleman and Rudy is thin and has model-esque feminine features. and not to forget, Fir's armpits smell like girls. and i am mad for loving that girl armpit smell. conclusion. i love ladies as ladies and the inner ladies in men, and my feelings for men are that of grudging respect, intellectual envy and most importantly, irresistable lust. all in all, i am perfectly normal and ambiguously heterosexual. blah.
Posted by NHJ
3/28/2007 04:33:00 pm
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