Life is a journey, the trail may take us to our next destination; but, don't ever forget our root.  However, there are many who have the tendecy to look back and start criticising their beginning, be it their 'original' religion, culture, custom, language or even their 'home country'.  It is because they've fallen head over heel in love with their new found 'home'.
However, that doesn't give them the liberty to simply criticise their home country.  In fact, those who have made the criticism are not knowledgeable enough to do so.  They don't have enough knowledge about their own country, even though they might be born there, besides they are still under the spell of the colonial mentality.

Loka Z

Loka Z

When I start telling the truth, some may think that I'm pessimistic.  Cheating, betrayal,...it happens around us.  The picture is ugly, but, I only point out what I've seen.  Well,  this is the fact of life.  I don't really feel very disturbed; but, I know the existence of such ugliness.

Then, some may ask, "So, what do you want to do?"  Nothing.  But, I'll make sure I'm not involved.
I know what I'm doing and I'll watch all the going-ons without much involvement.

To make one detached from life is not an easy task.  One needs training.  To be able to survive in the pool of deceits and not to lose one's focus is not easy.  I'm trying hard to stay afloat and remind myself of my focus in life.  I maybe deemed naive or even stupid, but, I have only my conscience to answer.  So, even in the darkness I can see my ways, that's enough.

 I've got very fed up with a lot of things these days!  There is no intellectual communication at all and it's unbearable.  Maybe I should move on, don't stop here or else I'll be doomed!!!

When I get fed up with people around me, I turn to nature. I love the smell of grass and flowers. Their colours will never bore me; but, people do.
I hate to deal with things I have to deal with every day. Nevertheless, I have an outlet to escape - to my world of colours- to make me smile.

I can't paint but I love to capture. To capture the quiescence and glow of nature is what I long to do.

Nature has strong therapeutic effects on me. Whenever I feel down, I'll go to it to nurse my wounds. The smell of grass and the cool breeze in the morning have the best cleansing effect on my mind. They clear away my woes.

The ugliness of greed and power struggle suffocates me. How I wish the scent of nature would creep in and resuscitate the dying me. How I wish I would be able to stay away from the bunch of power crazy homo sapiens! I think in order to restore the beauty of nature, one should steer clear from this bunch of homo sapiens, who are not only disruptive but also very destructive to the environment.

Life has its cycle. It comes, stays and goes; but, nobody can predict its tenure on earth. The beauty of it doesn't depend on its duration but the vibes we get from it.

Life is beautiful because of all the ups and downs, the glee and sorrow, the pains and pleasures, which make up the rich tapestry of emotions. It may be short; but, it gives life to us.

The colour of my year

2010! This number was insignificant to me when I started learning numbers. It was an infinite figure to me when I was in high school and in university. But now it has suddenly stormed into my life! I feel rather awkward whenever I have to write it or to to remind myself of its existence.

If I could I would want to use colours to replace the numbers. Colours give life but not numbers. Life is made of colourful pages, so, it should be painted in colour but not be paged in number. The blue, the green, the indigo, the white and the in-betweens...that's life. So, the year should be represented by colours but not numbers.

Then, what was the colour of my last year? Muddled.

What colour is this year? Or what do I want my colour of the year? I haven't decided. But, I love green, don't I?