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- the ghost of you - year 2 -

[contest announcement!] (updated)

HUMAN+UNIVERSE will celebrate its 2nd Anniversary on the 19th of December. So I have this little competition to make the day extra special. Below you will see 9 images with random themes. They might have significance to me, you or anyone. They are not connected to each other but certainly they have something to do with me and what I like. It's all about us Humans and the Universe.

Your task, if you choose to accept it is:
[-] Choose a picture, or any number of pictures from the snaps below and write a short story ( 2 to 10 pages) based on it. It doesn't have to describe solely what the pictures are, just what it means to you.
[-] The story/ stories should be in ENGLISH only.
[-] The story can be of any nature, theme, form. You can roam the world, introduce different cultures, messages, characters, worlds even, but make sure its ORIGINAL!!!
[-] The rights, copyrights of the story will belong to the respective authors and be protected by Creative Comm…

Silent is the Future for the Cosmological Nomads

Today, I feel very afraid of the future. The consequences of my present actions, the rapid changes around me, the headless charging of the people around me to face an uncertain future. I cant stop wondering what tomorrow might be like, what if I did something different yesterday. I cant stop the flow of time, I cant stand outside the dynamics of the world, I cant make the wrong repent, I cant change anything of tomorrow. My actions and my feelings are just mindless ramblings in the fluid motions of humans, time and the cosmos. I don't tend to be God but for the ability to discern the passage of time, the very direction of us, I am God as you are God. But in between all that, for the ability to predict, for the millions of unexpected outcomes, there comes us with a mortal heart feeling every bit of pain and suffering of people. Their glossy eyes embalmed with tear as they hide their deepest regrets, their love for the ones they care much, they hide the deep void in their chest pres…

Something for Mr.Ghost

[+] I did not kill the cat.

[+] All the single kids in the family, please do tell me how good is your life because I'm starting to hate my brothers.

[+] Had a massive seafood dinner yesterday at the fishing village and only remembered to snap some pics after gobbling up the food. The baked prawn was awesome, drop by sometime and you have a treat waiting! How did your weekend go?


[=] Here is da link to da photo album from da past. [LinkLinkLink] :p

Silentium Dei, Centuries

the first lights came alive
a season awakens in its dawn
the younger days of me
and you and the rest of us
as the tiny dews sparkled
grand rich golden diamonds
rays of rainbow from tiny tips
of the tallest grasses among the
fields and the generous rays
flooded the carpets of maroon
grasses discolored such
as in dreams of tomorrow
when we will wake up
for a century of wiseness
of borderless humanscapes
and eternal liberty

the first ships reached orion
humans left earth ages ago
leaving behind dreams of years
and days of carefree
we dared not to defend
the dying earth and failing waters
and winds and fields and rain
the stillborn baby's empty words
just like the dead corpses
strewn along the beaches and rivers
and fading memories of trees
mountains and valleys abandoned
like schools of death after
the great wars and centuries of
atomic visions clouding the
pristine eyes and crimson minds

-gp2006-end days-

[-] The End Days series, celebrating the closure of another year, and the dawning of another uncertain year. St…

Greener Bucks

Isn't it ironic that the best drink at Starbucks is the Green Tea!

A Brush History

[update] The toothbrush was found, bruised and broken! My house mate is maintaining his innocence and wanted me to blame the rats, which I have never seen in my apartment. And I have not been drunk enough for the past 27 years to break things. This is truly weird. Gave it a proper send off, now using one of its cousins; B. Rest in peace toothy. Will miss all the fun we have these months...

Ok! This is not funny anymore...WHO took my toothbrush?!!!

Søren Kierkegaard

I'm bored, as usual, stuck in the office coz its raining! Hence, today we visit the celebrated Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard. He is also credited to be the first existentialism philosophers. Some of his gems;
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly one you can never have

My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known - no wonder, then, that I return the love

There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.
[+] Soren Wiki

[+] Soren WikiQuote

[+] Existentialism Wiki

If I Could Change the World

Segunda-feira Boa friends! Another Monday, another work week starts! Probably...
... you would have faced an insane Monday traffic today on the way to work

... your equally insane boss is breathing down your neck on that report

... had to delete a few thousand spam mail

... accidentally read this crap: 'As a matter of fact, one of the reasons a child gets himself injured is to make his parents realize they have responsibilities for the family' on the Scientology site

... watched pretty boy shorty marry a girl half his age after having a baby, (urghh this orthodox upbringing is killin me!)

... wondered why SAP consultants make monstrous amounts of money doing less than a quarter of the work you do...STOP wondering! There is a way out of this monotonous cycle of life! Denounce everything today for eternal bliss. Join me on this joyous occasion to celebrate CHOCOLATE CAKES n ICE CREAMS! Yes my good friends, there is nothing more fulfilling that chocolate cakes, no shortcut to happiness…

Rebellions in the Rice Century

No body said life was fair. Nothing of the seconds and minutes, even months and years promise an easy ride. But some does have it all happening. The bounty that life presents, the opportunity savored to the last drop. Every step they take, their path leads to glory and recognition. They lie their way through life, portraying curves of elegance, appear to control life by its tiny strands of fate and destiny and rewrite history to rival the greatest stories ever told.Then there are some strangers, the offspring(s) of a political generation, and the lost kids of the war age. They are the enigmatic geniuses, the passionate blind lovers and good friends. They are not so lucky; they don’t have the path cleared for them and extravagant(s) of rice and curry waiting every evening. They don’t face surprises ever often; they live a monotonous existence waiting for that thin silver line on a rainy season. How these two extremes meet head to head in life could be the greatest mysteries of life.
How…

One For The Road

True alas that you got your freedom. Somebody passed on, and you got your freedom. But how do you justify your life (mis)using this freedom with revelry till the heavens go to sleep. How do you answer the prayers for you, that you change your will, where is your consciousness? Justify this or forever be silenced. Your thoughts doesn't reflect the people you so staunchly protect, because you are just a piece of rubbish like everybody else. Requiem.[-] Reply ye who feels the fire, or forever be silenced.

North Season III

White pearl garlands hung intertwined in black hair, just before it danced trough the rain like it has seen tomorrow, and the hand and fingers raised circulating the light rays, combing through the air collecting particles of luminescence and the feet traces beautiful imaginary images on the wooden floor as the hands clap and eyes sparkle from her smile to them as she turns and turns to create symbolic flower petals through her meticulous movements planned to perfection just days before and now she dances to them as they smile and chatter quietly complimenting of her beauty and she smiled and marvels at their admiration which are more than what anyone would want for the dances are now getting slower and she changes her steps and her arms drops down as she plays with her eyes, creating and singing with her blue diamond eyes which held them in time unmoving mesmerized as she floats above the floor and their imaginations crumpled to defeat seeing how focused she is. A warm breeze came in…

A Swedish Sunday

(the adventures of lazy thrill seekers on a rainy Sunday with a Swedish babe!)

Had this nice chance of living a Swedish Sunday with my senior and trusted sidekick (or am I his sidekick?!). Started of with a shot of vodka-orange juice for breakfast. (yeh...i'm getting wasteeedddd to often these days). Drove to Ikea for some succulent Swedish Hot Dogs! (that sounded weird...please erase everything from your mind!). While Volvo is a masterclass, I don't like Ikea very much. You have this feeling that the normal furniture stores has better variety and bargaining options. Or it could be that the Ikea store in Malaysia really sucks. One thing thats good about Ikea though is the colors! The furnitures and other materials are vivid and simple, but not enough to rekindle any memories or leave lasting ones. Spent a few hours there separating stuff from China and the rest of the world till we found out nothing much are left after that! I bought some FNISS pen holders (red, white and black…

The History Of The Paddy Field Boy(s)

Received a super tag from Velu sar which is to
[1] Write 8-10 things about your childhood ( 1-12 years) that you miss.
[2] Write 8-10 things that you disliked about your childhood.

Something about history that would never let us go, that would never let us forget and certainly never let us 'go back'. So this is a strange life that we live in, thinking that all the best times have sailed past, every day wishing for that single happy day in school, the day of the first love or the day of the first kiss. And before that, there were only stories, innocent and majestic.

So I powered up the trusty ol' time machine, packed some Lays and Root Beer, got my sweater and went for a trip to the grand 80's...

8 things about my childhood that I miss most...
1. The very first day I gained consciousness. I know this sounds weird, but I can only look back to that one single day that I am aware of being alive and it is clearly in my mind, as I woke up that morning to see the sun beams creep t…

The Train Journey

This journey
forever winding through hills
sometimes crossing mountains
the mighty engine gracefully pulling
coaches of man, children and woman

This train
loves this journey
unknown to the dreaming passengers
and particularly wide eyed children
looking out to the deep valleys

This morning,
as the sun rises faraway
above a mountain covered in mist
like a streetlight on a day of rain and fog
I awoke to the soft sunbeam
and the song of morning birds

This moment,
i try hard to describe
to picture this instance in time
of a beautiful image in a distance
momentarily forgetting the fogged window
i see lights among the trees
of fireflies and rubber tappers
in silent unison with nature

This train,
brought memories of days
both happy and cold from a decade
of old people and young happy people
they’re on the same journey
on a rusty old path just like me
maybe happy maybe sad

This life,
of joyful people
of tears and raindrops on the window
a morning shower in the gray jungle
i wish everyone is awake
sharing this stunning moment
of r…

6 to 7: A College Odyssey

Some snaps from my university a few days back, it was late evening. Sometimes I wonder why I never really appreciated the surroundings of my univ when I was studying there. Every time I return, during the evenings when the sun sets or after rain, the majestic rain forest looks more like stories from a epic novel rather than real. Imposing and powerful, standing out against the concrete relics, each tree, leaf and flower emanating voices. Brave voices that we can see rather than hear. Beautiful and momentous.

Ein Tribut bis Oktober Fest

Bis folgende Jahr...Prost Völker!
(Till next year...Cheers Folks!)

[+] 4 years ago I was planning a trip to the WC2006 or OktoberFest, but neither happened. So celebrated da festival in a German Pub near my office. 'The Deutsches Gasthaus Little Hemingway' is a nice little pub with good deco of all things German and some weird Spanish posters and they served tapas...do they have tapas in Germany?...what the heck were those things doing there?! Anyways the beer was really good and I mean Really Good!