And I Love You So

And I love you so,
The people ask me how,
How Ive lived till now,
I tell them I dont know!

I guess they understand,
How lonely life has been,
But life began again,
The day you took my hand!

And yes, I know,
How lonely life can be,
The shadows follow me,
And the night wont set me free!

But I dont let . . .
The evening get me down,
Now that youre around,
Me!

And you love me too,
Your thoughts are just for me,
You set my spirit free,
Im happy that you do!

The book of life is brief,
And once a page is read,
All but love is dead,
That is my belief!

The Show Has To Go On

I feel nauseous reading the papers nowadays about how Pak Lah is now doing an about turn. Initially he banged away at the Terengganu Palace for appointing a Menteri Besar unconstitutionally; now he is seeking an audience with the King, who is also the Sultan of Terengganu, and says that there is nothing that cannot be solved diplomatically.

PUKE BIG TIME!

Anyway, back in January, I was supposed to go for a medical screening to determine both my fasting blood sugar, and the effects of the Enalapril Maleate (ACE Inhibitor) on my kidneys. The latter is for controlling my hypertension. There was no drive then for me to do so, I had no reason to want to be any better than I was then. I have been refused supply of my ACEI because I do not have any renal function test result. To do so today would still mean getting the results next week some time when my supply runs out by Saturday afternoon. Come Monday, I have to get back underwater to work.

As uncontrolled hypertension is bad for diving, I have no choice now but to not worry at all and take the necessary measures when I am underwater so my blood pressure does not elevate any higher than 140/80. With medication it is at 110/70.

I am going to do my work no matter what. The show is NOT going to stop just over a few tablets. I have a contract to fulfil and I am fulfilling it come what may.

Hikayat Seorang Maling Yang Membuat Aku Nak Muntahkan Semula Breakfast Ku

Eh, jatuh logo ni?

Kau berleter tak habis-habis. Perpaduan itu penting kata engkau. Kesetiaan kepada pemimpin itu penting kata engkau.

Aku hanya mendengar kebodohan engkau itu sambil mencungkil bawang dari roti telur yang tersangkut dicelah gigiku. Aku malas nak layan kebodohan engkau itu kerana perkataan-perkataan yang bakal keluar dari mulutku untuk menggambarkan ahli-ahli seperti engkau hanya akan membuat novel The Catcher In The Rye bagai sebuah buku yang digunakan di Tadika KEMAS dan dibaca oleh rata-rata kanak-kanak Ribena.

Parti ini dibelenggu dengan sel-sel barah dalam bentuk orang-orang yang mencantas mereka-mereka yang mempunyai potensi untuk membawa parti ke satu tahap yang lebih baik. Akibat pencantasan ini maka yang hidup dan berjawatan hanyalah mereka-mereka yang umpama barangan buangan dalam tong-tong berwarna biru, perang dan hijau.

Kau tak habis-habis memuji mereka-mereka yang merosakkan parti dengan memperlakukan ia bagai hak milik persendirian. Lama kelamaan aku sendiri naik mual dengan perkataan-perkataan yang kau luahkan. Aku rasa, kalau aku kasi engkau sebatang straw, besar kemungkinan kau akan gunakannya untuk menyedut isi-isi dari dalam bontot mereka-mereka yang kau puji itu, atau dalam erti kata lain, kata orang kampungku, sucking up people’s ass.

Sudahlah. Perpaduan apa yang kau nak? Adakah kesetiaan yang kau laung-laungkan itu untuk menyelamatkan bontot mereka-mereka yang berpegang kepada jawatan kerana ianya merupakan tiket untuk membuat lebih banyak wang? Aku tidak pernah bertuhankan wang, jadi aku tidak takut kalah. Bak pepatah orang kampungku: a man who has nothing has nothing to lose.

Lawan tetap lawan, kata aku kembali sambil berlalu dari situ tanpa membayar.

Kau kan banyak duit projek yang kau dapat sebab kau terer mengampu. Kau bayarlah.

It’s Impossible

It’s impossible, tell the sun to leave the sky, it’s just impossible
It’s impossible, ask a baby not to cry, it’s just impossible
Can I hold you closer to me and not feel you goin’ through me?
Split the second that I never think of you? Oh, how impossible

Can the ocean keep from rushin’ to the shore? It’s just impossible
If I had you, could I ever want for more? It’s just impossible
And tomorrow, shouldya ask me for the world, somehow I’d get it
I would sell my very soul and not regret it
For to live without your love–It’s just impossible

Can the ocean keep from rushin’ to the shore? It’s just impossible
If I had you, could I ever want for more? It’s just impossible
And tomorrow, shouldya ask me for the world, somehow I’d get it
I would sell my very soul and not regret it
For to live without your love–It’s just impossible