Hazy Days Are Back Again

Back in August 2005 I wrote about the Hazy Lazy Days (Check the archives). Well, guess what? They are back again. It's not that we've enjoyed fresh, sunny days all these while in between. On the contrary, hazy days occur every year around this time. This time it's earlier than it was in August 2005 although it's not that bad... yet. At least, there's no burning smell in the air ... yet. That's right, you guessed it. I'm not being very optimistic about the condition of our air. I'm sorry, but I can't help being pessimistic about it because it happens every year. The only consolation is whether it'll be as bad as last year or worse than last year.

They keep saying it's the effect of global warming but is it solely because of that or other recurring problem? Hot, dry and hazy. What a combination. In the meantime, I'll have the air-conditioner on full blast and hope for the best when I look out the window every morning.

Wait. Is that the thunder I hear? Can it be true? Will it rain and pour down hard to wash away this annoying haze and smog? I can only wait and hope. Wait and hope ... sigh.

Let The Books Live

This day, 9th June, 2009, "Let the books live" is born at the same time "Let the bones live" is born at a Jay Koopman youth revival meeting in Penang PCC.

LET THE BOOKS LIVE

LET THE BONES LIVE

LET THE PASSION FIRE BEGIN THIS DAY

Write The Vision

Habakkuk 2:2-3

Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.

For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie,
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come.
It will not tarry.

Muse in, Muse Out

As flitting as the summer light breeze
As charged as the lightning bolt
There is nothing as satisfying as when the
Muse comes in
Or as frustrating as when the
Muse goes out.
As soon as it has entered the conscious mind and
as fast as it has come
it flutters and dances away

Gone!
When I opened my eyes out of the stupor of
Muse drunkenness!
Muse in.
Muse out.
Muse away.
Into the horizon disappear
until she decides to
visit again in a sudden way
where I least expect it.

There you are.
Waiting,
dancing,
fluttering,
floating,
enticingly into
my consciousness again,
to amuse
entertain
opening possibilities
once again.

Six and then You Are Done 5

Read. Think. Write.

Repeat.

Breathe......

Repeat.

Six and then You Are Done 4

There's nothing new under the sun

Six and then You Are Done 3

Breathe. Eat. Sleep. Think. Breathe again.