as the cityscape flash by in between the flickering bulbs of rainlets the street lights color those dark void that always paint the night aroma of the starless sky during winter rains and tall trees seems to disappear momentarily as the evening sun adjusts the templates of sky and earth
it all seems serene as in a symbiotic relationship the dancing rainlets on the car window and the hands caressing her silky hair and her twinkling eye providing an enigmatic cross scene between the window the rain and the cityscape
as we moved along disappearing forests and sudden towns where frolicking masters of all ages walk the streets of the forgotten cities and you wondered where love is under this same starlit skies that we all seem to be passing everyday from days of forbidden nights abyssal moments as the volumes of life drown my calls into your ears when you just slip into frivolous dreams of feelings
finally as my fingers touched your rain soaked skin and only then you felt as if you were outside enjoying the evening cool air of t…
She would never say where she came from Yesterday don't matter if it's gone While the sun is bright or In the darkest night No one knows She comes and go Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you? When you change with ev'ry new day Still I'm gonna miss you
Don't question why she needs to be so free She'll tell you it's the only way to be She just can't be chained to a Life where nothings gained and nothings lost at such a cost Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you? When you change...
"There's no time to lose" I heard her say Catch your dreams before they slip away Dying all the time Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind Ain't life unkind? Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you? When you change...
- Rolling Stones[#] Clips from Children of Men with the Soundtrack Ruby Tuesday. [#] Close your eyes, in the dead of the night, listen to this, and your heart will open and they sky will sparkle with new worlds and stars.
(The Continuation of the The Search For Jim Thompson)
After a while, you loose sense of time. The vegetation if any grew scarce, even the green lichen disappears into the dark void and all you see is this repeating pattern of rock faces. - From The Lost Notes of Jim Thompson
We've been walking for days now, I don't know, it could have been weeks, there is no indication of time passing, no star trails or sunsets. We just followed the trail, it went on and on, sometimes we reach giant cave openings and camp there for some time but the rest of the days we just go through it without stopping. I dare not ask anything to our guides, so does my friends. They simply don't care of whats happening around us anymore. While our bodies show no sign of tiredness, our mind have wandered much and are tired beyond reason, and we are still reluctant to talk to the guides. How do you talk to ghosts? It's not that we don't want to talk, we cant engage them, there is no urge to confront t…
Surrounded by limestone hills and dense jungle, the wooden 'castle' is bold and imposing. The tree's version of shadow play are much more intense here, the fog and oil lamps are caught in age old parasitic war. They say here, there never is day or night. The place exists outside time, and quite literally there is no modernity there. The evolution of the Red river created a horse shoe lake, where much of its banks were used for vegetation. Around the Shaman Kings abode are huts, many of them actually, and theres a population of natives. While this is not a tourist route or even an adventure trail, the Shaman Kings are revered for their amulets and spells. Many try to come here for spells, but not many can cross the Red River, its alive and it protects the Shaman. Not binding to any ethic codes, they don't differentiate good or bad people, but they do protect some of the oldest cultures and traditions of earth. Along with most of its mysteries.
The warm rays of the sun emerged from the faraway peaks of Sky Mountains, the tallest peak is called the Weeping Maiden by the locals. But our paths will not take us to the Maiden, we will have to follow the jungle path across the Mercy Mountain before reaching the Shaman King courts at the banks of Red River. The guide told us it would take a full week, provided we don't stray out of our way. The trek was demanding, by the time we reached the peaks of Mercy Mountain, it was already day seven. We had to move slowly, the path, eaten by decades of neglect, the Shamans call them the spirit pathways, we hard to master, what more to cross them, and there were rivers and valleys that was not written nor told.
The maps were obsolete, even the train builders cartography maps are useless, much of the landscape has changed. I started to wonder if we really have crossed to another world. The train builders journals and maps were considered the best guides into the forgotten jungles of Asia an…
Our journey started a few months back. On a normal morning, on an unassuming day, in April. The gloomy skies, remnants of the bonfire from the night before and the early morning fog flooded the land with a poetic carnival of senses. As we waited for the ride, the smell of spices seeped and searched for new territories around us.
Today we are again detached from the cycle of life, nursing a deep strange void in our hearts, the dying bonfire left a few blood red cinder to mourn it. Life is slowly waking up, clambering to find it's majestic spot again for the a couple more decades of hours atop this mountain. The travelers, as always warned by generations of other travelers were warned but did not heed to words, a warning that resulted in this predicament we were in. We must find a way back, but more importantly we must find our souls.
His journey started years ago, maybe a hundred year ago. A stranger in a strange land, he was from the traveler clan too. The nomadic foreigners who for…
From Yahoo! Sports: The sellout crowd of more than 46,686 at RFK Stadium let out a thunderous roar as the 32-year-old English midfielder with the tender ankle stripped off his warmup jacket and T-shirt, displaying his bare chest in a steady rain. He then put on his No. 23 jersey and entered the game in place of Quavas Kirk with the Galaxy trailing 1-0. - for David Beckham entering the field.Why Do I hate American Sports? Because their sportscasters and sports writers report an event like they're shagging it. Sick gay buggers ---> "stripped off his warmup jacket and T-shirt, displaying his bare chest in a steady rain!" WTF?!
But the best part of the news would be this: Tailgaters took their spots in the parking lots several hours before kickoff, and a group of United fans -- known to sing loud and long during every match -- hung a huge banner that read "We sing better than your wife," a reference to Beckham's pop-singing wife, Victoria. - The DC United fans …
[Update!] Pauline and Q9 got it right; it's called the Birds of Paradise Flower or Strelitzia. The bird from which the name comes itself is a beautiful and legendary creature. Guess the Plant guys...this should be easy.
[#] The apartment swayed for about 10 seconds today (Java 7.4 Quake) but no one ran out this time. Now I seriously should move out of this place soon! [#] Not many answered my Mac Question from the previous post... [#] And next week...it's Science or Bust!
Saw a huge Parhelion or Sundog last Saturday on the way to Penang. It's not very clear in the photos, a 5.1 mpixel camera and it still doesn't capture clear images...sigh...
At the middle of the Penang Bridge, the diameter could be about ~40 kilometers across look at this perspective.
A high contrast image, it's a bit clearer here.
Another tweaked image.
[#] Travelers: BBD, Sandra, Ghost. [#] Been extremely busy...will be back in a few days. All I can say it, that Change is finally happening, will come out with some good news next week. [#] And please do tell me, is it OK if I get a MacBook? Does it work for both Work and also Science (Research)? I'm not into gaming very much but I do need massive Internet!
The time - 8:15 a.m., August 6th, 1945 is an eternal moment for Hiroshima and the World.
What men may come
What day may dawn what sun may rise what life may come what face may shine what life may find what love may bond what child may born what dream may come
what year may come what life may want what soul may find what people may sin what bomb may drop what life may die what men may come what men may kill
[#] This is my tribute poem for the 60th anniversary of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings. [#] Read a Wiki entry on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the Atomic Bombing of the cities. [#] Some Google News of the anniversary events around the world. [#] The Spirit of Hiroshima webpage. [#] A repost since 2005.
as daylight bleeds into the edges of mountains, and humans retreat to their deepest desires, we searched through the fog, for the enigmatic trails of a traveler, halfway across the world he came and he disappeared...
[#] So you switch on the TV to watch the evening news and you get this "Bridge collapse in Modern America" (transliterated from Tamil - sounds more like 'in modern day America, a bridge collapses' if you understand Tamil). WTF!, I mean what the fuck! Where do these people learn how to read news, who the fuck writes news these days? Is it outsourced or something? Fuck you Astro 8pm Tamil News. It's like they're saying bridges should not collapse in America? What does modernity has to do anything; with bridges collapsing?! Look at you backyard lah!
And then CNN...fucking fake faces everywhere...the news readers, the reporters, everyone!
It stops here, it stops right now. No more news anywhere other than BBC and AlJazeera.
[#] A silly bug has been free-diving in my room for the past hour. Cant seem to whack it! I hate insects. But when you get bats or swallows free-diving...better RUN!
[#] I just realized I remember more than 20 passwords! Not written anywhere, it…
Probably the highest degree of human tragedy is when you plan your future and things look good and the moment you feel good and confident, everything falls apart. That is the darkest fear, the most painful moment you can face. When things go out of control, when you take the backseat and let fate drive.