The incredible brew, I love coffee, a bitter elixir worthy of my taste buds. I’m unable to contain the thrill as I mix dark coffee from the region with sugar, and lovingly stir it as I pour boiling water into the mug. Every night, I make coffee for two. One for me, and the other for my soul mate who lives at a distant realm… AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking[...]
Unemployment. That’s shitty tough, bloody fucking tough. Global economical recession, the elitism of choosing employees in corporations and civil society, and the monstrous high cost of living. I feel the creeping doom. It waits for me, smiling with a taint of irony. Oh yes, the ‘wonders’ of unemployment and painful recession. What a marvellous, wicked prospect of doom. Expenditures, to reduce this further drives me insane; ranting like a lunatic. Some jobs are available but the income is pitiful. Take[...]
The burden of bills, what a mess. Most are avoidable yet a handful are not. I live in a society which doesn’t mind on needless spending – an orgy of merchandise during the Mega sale throughout the year. But health care is unavoidable, we get sick, then months later, sickness returns. High cost of insurance, added with an ever increasing cost of living prevents clarity. It is not possible to live in the city and escape the cold grasp of[...]
Tom, an American, living in Isaan. The old man has a blog, and travels around Thailand. He journeys to the most simplest of places, patiently taking snapshots and video footage of the Isaan life and history. Tom is an experienced traveler, he toys with his electronic gadgets to record moments. Through his eyes, I am learn a bit about Isaan every day. Through his zest for Isaan life, I grow eager to visit the land that he calls home. I am[...]
Blisteringly hot, madness. It is the type of heat that is unbearable, mixed with a overdose of humidity. When you inhale, you could almost feel the water vapor going into your nostrils, down your dry throat, and spreads across your lungs. Similar to the act of drowning except you’re not submerged in water. Yesterday was merciful, the Storm came thunderously in Her primal rage. She tore through Malaysia, flashes of lightning, unstoppable. The rain pounding, the thunder roar down upon[...]
It was Moui who warned me of the earthquake. She sent me a message, about the 8.6-magnitude quake off Indonesia, we discussed it and I set my plans in motion. Informing my other networks was simple, but staggered under the weight of their many questions and concerns. Naturally I was worried for many who lived in the coastal areas of Malaysia, where Sumatra was just opposite, a boat ride away. Despite the low possibilities of devastating waves in Malaysia, memories[...]
Life is similar to a plateful of chips, when you are enjoying the food you will realize that it is never enough. Well, many things we value in life is limited, or at times just inaccessible. Should we not detach ourselves from materialism? Realistically no, as there are too many things that we need in order to continue our way of life, especially when there are others that depend on us for nourishment and basic needs. I live my life the best[...]
I’m taking a walk, far from the source of sanity, making my way through the long wet road. It has been a tiring day of recovery, I have been ill since yesterday. I didn’t expect the Storm to shield the sun for the whole day, but thankfully it did. Now as it approaches midnight, the wind beats upon my body, shrouded by a welcoming chill. A far cry from those torturous humid days. I think about too many issues affecting[...]
Crimson-stained lips. The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave, For those living in fear of others seeking carnage; Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul, I seek what little justice for the twisted body, That lies in the wet field. A crushed head, bloodied, Eyes staring into Nothingness, In this life time or the next, I shall turn this world inside out, For you. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all[...]
I seek the truth to everything, I sense the desire of civilisation, ~ blind that we are; Clouds boil, the sky closes over, heaven flashes with fury, Then I see nothing. ~ Dedicated to my heart, and eternity. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, compassion, life, Love, truth
By a combination of intense thinking and mystic concentration, some people enabled their minds to roam with rarely attainable freedom, sometimes so successfully that they came upon fresh and valuable insights. When they did reach new theories and perceptions about the meaning of life and death, they were eager to share their discoveries with others. Many then left their hill retreats and wandered through the countryside, the cities, preaching to all who would listen. In this day and age, we[...]
What is natural beauty? What makes women stand above those mired in civilised fashion-worship? Certainly beauty is the ability to bend the cosmos to serve your will, but even a half-baked carpenter can force wood to serve her needs. Certainly natural beauty is the power to do what others cannot but any coffee-licking rich brat in a thin bright dress can do more than this. It is the command of the ineffable, of the simplicity and of the ingredients of[...]
A friend, Ali, went to an Orang Asli village (indigenous people of Peninsula Malaysia). The community is called: Orang Asli Batek. Do check out her beautiful snapshots at: http://mzzainal-straten.blogspot.com/2012/01/humbling-visit.html AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, indigenous, life, Malaysia, travel
