ALIEN LANDSCAPE
Author : NHJ
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Friday, March 14, 2008
WOO
Clearblogs 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 Days
It 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 Site
Clearblogs 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