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My role as the candle that light up the darkness of others has just begun. Already new plans had been devised, new strategies being discussed and new targets are being set up. I have to come up with more victories, even greater than before, produce more A along with B and C, as if they were all came to me in a well tailored form from a highly efficient factory with low defect production system in a perfect controlled environment. With the strong wind blowing me right there in the face from time to time, almost blowing my will out of existence from my melting short candle stick kind of a body. What a life!
Sounds familiar? Yes, I'm not up to the challenge, but that's what challenge is. It puts your name to the test. Like the immortals in 300 that faced the brave Spartans that stood their ground in the face of gigantic mighty Persian armies, a dominating world super power at that time. Talk about heroism. That’s what dead heroes do. Inspire. The willingness to face the odds, bleed and the courage to do their best when all they got were not up to the standards of ensuring a sweeping success. What a fight would it be.
The Arabs after embracing Islam were facing a great powerful sinister force that is about to engulf them. A mighty world super power at that time. Well, actually they were two. The Roman Empire and the Persian Empire. Lucky for the Arabs, nuclear warheads and depleted uranium bombs weren't invented yet. But the odds were just as great. Nomadic tribes and Arab warlords that were loyal proxies of the Romans and Persians kept on threatening them and refused the light of Islam to shine peacefully across the lands. What would you do in facing two world super powers with seasoned armies and commanders and unlimited abilities of printing their own gold without the actual mining process? Confused? Maybe this link would help.
http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/2010/01/the-wealth-of-nations.html#more
Now, logically, two world super powers would easily crush newly formed and unified tribesmen that are still inexperienced in waging a war against a highly modernised army, at that time, of course. But the Arabs, Muslim Arabs to be precise did the impossible. They defeated two world super powers when they themselves were not their equals in strength and military prowess.
At that time of course, the magic is still strong and true. Muslims were 101 to 109 percents of their Islamic values. The smell of paradise was so alluring and the refusal of being subdued by mere ungodly humans that fattened up themselves by the suffering of others, drove them forward against all odds.
Well, the rest is history. I would need all the help from my friends and my foes in executing my plans. Hope I would at least be able to give a good fight worthy of remembrance by my enemies, I mean in the competitions and the outputs of my product, the little brains that would prosper the lands and inherit these blessed lands of the Malays. It may not be perfect, with missing used fighter jet engines and greedy unislamic Malays and Non Malays, but comparing with the dream world that most people are living in now, it is a blessing in disguise. Thank you God for creating all Your creations in pairs. Without the other one, the other one existence would be meaningless. What is the truth without lies? What is a man without a woman. It would be totally boring to be forever young without the blessing of growing old. It would be a deadly dullness in not being able to progress to the next level after you have completed all the levels. Death as a pair of life, is not a dead end after all. I don't think I can survive the monotonous of humdrum in an irksome space. Alhamdulillah.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Born In The USA
By Bruce Springsteen
Born down in a dead man town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the u.s.a., I was born in the u.s.a.
I was born in the u.s.a., born in the u.s.a.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A...
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said son if it was up to me
Went down to see my v.a. man
He said son, don't you understand?
I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the u.s.a., I was born in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., I'm a long gone daddy in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., born in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., I'm a cool rocking daddy in the u.s.a.
Born down in a dead man town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the u.s.a., I was born in the u.s.a.
I was born in the u.s.a., born in the u.s.a.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A...
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said son if it was up to me
Went down to see my v.a. man
He said son, don't you understand?
I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the u.s.a., I was born in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., I'm a long gone daddy in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., born in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., I'm a cool rocking daddy in the u.s.a.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Land Down Under
By Men at Work
Traveling in a fried-out combie.
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie.
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous.
She took me in and gave me breakfast.
And she said, "Do you come from a land down under?"
Where women glow and men plunder.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
He was six foot four
And full of muscles.
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?".
He just smiled, and gave me, a vegemite sandwich.
And he said, " I come from a land down under,
Where beer does flow, and men chunder.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Bombay, with a slack jaw and not much to say.
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me?
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
He said, "Oh, do you come from the land down under?" Ohh yea,yea,
Where women glow and men plunder.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover." (5x)
Traveling in a fried-out combie.
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie.
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous.
She took me in and gave me breakfast.
And she said, "Do you come from a land down under?"
Where women glow and men plunder.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
Buying bread from a man in Brussels,
He was six foot four
And full of muscles.
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?".
He just smiled, and gave me, a vegemite sandwich.
And he said, " I come from a land down under,
Where beer does flow, and men chunder.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."
Lying in a den in Bombay, with a slack jaw and not much to say.
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me?
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
He said, "Oh, do you come from the land down under?" Ohh yea,yea,
Where women glow and men plunder.
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover." (5x)
The Riddle
By Nik Kershaw
I got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on and try, for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave,
Wise men save
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran, goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us, nights in the scullery
And days instead of me, I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine to keep from burning history
seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran, goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got time to kill
sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild, wise men's child.
[ The Riddle Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
I got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on and try, for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave,
Wise men save
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran, goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us, nights in the scullery
And days instead of me, I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine to keep from burning history
seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran, goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got time to kill
sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild, wise men's child.
[ The Riddle Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
Somewhere Only We Know
By Keane
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Malaysia 'Allah' Ban Overturned by High Court
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I had an argument with my 9 year old daughter yesterday. She insisted that I have to remove my cupboard in her bedroom. She said the cupboard is occupying a large space in her room and she is greatly annoyed with that piece of wood. Unknowingly of the prized books in it. After a while, she got on my nerves and I used my veto power to shut her up.
Being her, she tried to move the big cupboard all by herself while crying just loud enough so that I would hear it of course. I went to her room angrily and screamed at her and pushed her down like a strong dominant male I am. She cried her hearts out. Touched by her tears and feeling completely like an idiot, I relented and helped her move the cupboard of books, not cups and ended up helping her cleaning her room inside out to purge my guilt of being an arrogant alpha male and an awful father that can’t consider the simplest request of some space asked by a tiny human being without any sacrifice on my part or annoyed anyone in the process.
God help me to be a better father to my children. Oh, recent news in the lands of the Malay. The herald won and is allowed to use the term Allah as a reference to God in their weekly tribunes. Well, hope it won’t reached Dutchlionfrens, a staunch opposer of using the name Allah for Christians, which I would state here, is uniquely referred to God. No plural forms, no identification with other creatures or their attributes, just God, nothing more. In my encounters with the Worldwide Web surfers, some of them showed an understanding to the meaning of the word, sadly not by heart. Some being totally stupid and sealed their fate.
Some claimed that Muslims that are minorities in their country, some ex-slaves of their mighty empire, for a couple of hundred years if not less than a decade are threatening them inside out. It seems the tiny Muslim population is increasing in power and dominion which in the same process had decreased their influence or self being or identification. Of what I’m not so sure. Is it because it shows some contradicting errors in their behaviours? Is it related to their freedom of unlimited sexual fantasy or some sick hobby of aborting unborn life? Is it because Muslims kept on reminding them about the ten commandments unknowingly?
Some claimed their hundred of years heritage is being threatened and their space is being taken and polluted by Muslims and Islam. Maybe if they didn’t invade and occupy Muslim nations while plundering and pillaging them for decades, they won’t have any poor Muslim immigrants coming to their sacred Christian lands. Maybe a compensation is in order and only then a total expulsion of Muslims and Islam can be carried out. But what about the white Muslims that were born there with hundred of years ancestry rooted in their lands?
Oh, by the way, Muslims had to endure immense suffering and humiliation by invading uninvited oppressors, Christians mainly, for hundred of years without any say. Are there any similarities between our historic experiences with nowadays threat that is faced by the Europeans? No one seemed remember Vlad the Impaler or the Templar knights that killed and tortured in the name of the cross. No one remembered the conflict, bloody and chilling to the spine, between the Roman Catholic Church and the Protestants or the Huguenots in France which saw humans being sawn alive with ropes. A slow and in despicable act of torture which saw Europe choked at the hands of tyrants and torturers. No one recalled Joan of Arc and what she stood for. I wonder why?
Before I recap my brain, let me ask you this. Do you know what happened to the Persians after the fall of the mighty Persian empire. Did you ever wonder what ever happened to the Byzantine citizens when the mighty Constantinople was toppled in the hands of Muslims, after years of initiating proxy wars against the Muslim Arabs? Do you know what happened to the Arabs when Islam swept across Arabia? What about the great Mongol hordes that became the golden tribe? What about Andalusia? What happened to them when Islam became dominant in their lives? Did they end up inventing the Iron Maiden and burning people in mass slowly on stakes? What kind of morphoses that occurred? How did they go down the pages of history? As bloody killers and sick torturers or conquerors of tyranny and darkness that polluted the sacred lands with the bloods of the innocents that were not just killed but tortured slowly in agonising death of hell on earth? History won’t lie. A true historian won’t either. Why should we?
I had an argument with my 9 year old daughter yesterday. She insisted that I have to remove my cupboard in her bedroom. She said the cupboard is occupying a large space in her room and she is greatly annoyed with that piece of wood. Unknowingly of the prized books in it. After a while, she got on my nerves and I used my veto power to shut her up.
Being her, she tried to move the big cupboard all by herself while crying just loud enough so that I would hear it of course. I went to her room angrily and screamed at her and pushed her down like a strong dominant male I am. She cried her hearts out. Touched by her tears and feeling completely like an idiot, I relented and helped her move the cupboard of books, not cups and ended up helping her cleaning her room inside out to purge my guilt of being an arrogant alpha male and an awful father that can’t consider the simplest request of some space asked by a tiny human being without any sacrifice on my part or annoyed anyone in the process.
God help me to be a better father to my children. Oh, recent news in the lands of the Malay. The herald won and is allowed to use the term Allah as a reference to God in their weekly tribunes. Well, hope it won’t reached Dutchlionfrens, a staunch opposer of using the name Allah for Christians, which I would state here, is uniquely referred to God. No plural forms, no identification with other creatures or their attributes, just God, nothing more. In my encounters with the Worldwide Web surfers, some of them showed an understanding to the meaning of the word, sadly not by heart. Some being totally stupid and sealed their fate.
Some claimed that Muslims that are minorities in their country, some ex-slaves of their mighty empire, for a couple of hundred years if not less than a decade are threatening them inside out. It seems the tiny Muslim population is increasing in power and dominion which in the same process had decreased their influence or self being or identification. Of what I’m not so sure. Is it because it shows some contradicting errors in their behaviours? Is it related to their freedom of unlimited sexual fantasy or some sick hobby of aborting unborn life? Is it because Muslims kept on reminding them about the ten commandments unknowingly?
Some claimed their hundred of years heritage is being threatened and their space is being taken and polluted by Muslims and Islam. Maybe if they didn’t invade and occupy Muslim nations while plundering and pillaging them for decades, they won’t have any poor Muslim immigrants coming to their sacred Christian lands. Maybe a compensation is in order and only then a total expulsion of Muslims and Islam can be carried out. But what about the white Muslims that were born there with hundred of years ancestry rooted in their lands?
Oh, by the way, Muslims had to endure immense suffering and humiliation by invading uninvited oppressors, Christians mainly, for hundred of years without any say. Are there any similarities between our historic experiences with nowadays threat that is faced by the Europeans? No one seemed remember Vlad the Impaler or the Templar knights that killed and tortured in the name of the cross. No one remembered the conflict, bloody and chilling to the spine, between the Roman Catholic Church and the Protestants or the Huguenots in France which saw humans being sawn alive with ropes. A slow and in despicable act of torture which saw Europe choked at the hands of tyrants and torturers. No one recalled Joan of Arc and what she stood for. I wonder why?
Before I recap my brain, let me ask you this. Do you know what happened to the Persians after the fall of the mighty Persian empire. Did you ever wonder what ever happened to the Byzantine citizens when the mighty Constantinople was toppled in the hands of Muslims, after years of initiating proxy wars against the Muslim Arabs? Do you know what happened to the Arabs when Islam swept across Arabia? What about the great Mongol hordes that became the golden tribe? What about Andalusia? What happened to them when Islam became dominant in their lives? Did they end up inventing the Iron Maiden and burning people in mass slowly on stakes? What kind of morphoses that occurred? How did they go down the pages of history? As bloody killers and sick torturers or conquerors of tyranny and darkness that polluted the sacred lands with the bloods of the innocents that were not just killed but tortured slowly in agonising death of hell on earth? History won’t lie. A true historian won’t either. Why should we?
Friday, January 1, 2010
Fight Fire With Fire
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What would you do when you know that anytime soon your country is about to be attack by the strongest army in the world? Everything that you have loved and treasured is about to be raped, killed and destroyed with you get the first hand account of witnessing it. To put things in perspective, this army is supported by another equally strong military organisation that would make it strong enough to wage wars at all four corners of the globe. A military so advanced that made whatever you have would be sitting ducks. Obsolete tanks that can't find multiple targets at the blink of an eye at nights, out of date slow and unsteatlhy jets, inferior short ranged radar system, non nuclear based ammunition's and rockets for example depleted uranium and white phosphorous bombs, helpless babies, bewildered children, beautiful women and all helpless civilians in dense populated cities would be easy target for the pickings. To make matters worst, it is only you, against them all.
What would you do? What would the Salthans do? If it was me, I would not fight such an army head on. To dig trenches would be a waste of time. Tunnels might help, as demonstrated by the Viet Kong and the Gazans. Creativity in using them is also a required prerequisite to victory, if not a prolonged taxing war. A spread out army, with decoys and taqiyya would be nice to avoid concentrated fire power; especially mother of all bombs aka little nuclear bombs with conventional tag on it. Bunkers would be good, but again mobility would extremely help against civilians’ terminators aka flyboys. Any sense of threat of mother ship galactica must be dealt with. They keep on saying that they are going to attack me ok, so any threatening deployment would be dealt with severely. What the heck, I'm going to die with my families anyway, might as well do it while I'm still strong and my keris is not fully rusted yet after years of blockade. Look at Iraq; they comply with blockades after blockades, only to end up like they are now. In total mess, with the US have no absolutely any ideas, more likely any will on dealing with it.
I would send my loyal hulubalangs deep inside enemy terror, ops sorry, territories to destroy their will to fight. Some example of their own medicine in the world wars that they have fought cowardly, sorry again, not so bravely would be a perfect example to consider. Any respected base for launching the attacks would be considered as legitimate military targets, so guys if you don't want the piece of the hell I'm about to experience, stay neutral, like the Cambodian government during the Vietnam War.
Before I stand up against the monsters, have to do a quick check. Millions of stinger fighter teams, check. Millions of RPG fighter teams, check. Millions of sniper teams, check. Oh, don’t expect they are going to be where you think they are. They are everywhere. It’s a globalisation era right? Ok, I’m all set to die for your amusement. The world is the coliseum and the cheering spectators. My friends and I are the gladiators, like the early Christians that were captured by the Romans that were not so catholic at that time.
Ok, I'm all set to stand up to the Godzillas that have been ravaging everyone mercilessly and proudly. Everyone else gets to die; only they have the right to prosper and live happily ever after. Hmm, got to think about the nuclear bombs now. What would I do? What would the Salthans do? Cry?
Maybe I should learn something from Libya's diplomacy and Alexander the Great. There is always time for something and a change in strategy than being annihilated by a greater enemy. Maybe I should withdraw and learn something from the Hudaibiyah treaty. Wits over muscles. Hmm.
What would you do when you know that anytime soon your country is about to be attack by the strongest army in the world? Everything that you have loved and treasured is about to be raped, killed and destroyed with you get the first hand account of witnessing it. To put things in perspective, this army is supported by another equally strong military organisation that would make it strong enough to wage wars at all four corners of the globe. A military so advanced that made whatever you have would be sitting ducks. Obsolete tanks that can't find multiple targets at the blink of an eye at nights, out of date slow and unsteatlhy jets, inferior short ranged radar system, non nuclear based ammunition's and rockets for example depleted uranium and white phosphorous bombs, helpless babies, bewildered children, beautiful women and all helpless civilians in dense populated cities would be easy target for the pickings. To make matters worst, it is only you, against them all.
What would you do? What would the Salthans do? If it was me, I would not fight such an army head on. To dig trenches would be a waste of time. Tunnels might help, as demonstrated by the Viet Kong and the Gazans. Creativity in using them is also a required prerequisite to victory, if not a prolonged taxing war. A spread out army, with decoys and taqiyya would be nice to avoid concentrated fire power; especially mother of all bombs aka little nuclear bombs with conventional tag on it. Bunkers would be good, but again mobility would extremely help against civilians’ terminators aka flyboys. Any sense of threat of mother ship galactica must be dealt with. They keep on saying that they are going to attack me ok, so any threatening deployment would be dealt with severely. What the heck, I'm going to die with my families anyway, might as well do it while I'm still strong and my keris is not fully rusted yet after years of blockade. Look at Iraq; they comply with blockades after blockades, only to end up like they are now. In total mess, with the US have no absolutely any ideas, more likely any will on dealing with it.
I would send my loyal hulubalangs deep inside enemy terror, ops sorry, territories to destroy their will to fight. Some example of their own medicine in the world wars that they have fought cowardly, sorry again, not so bravely would be a perfect example to consider. Any respected base for launching the attacks would be considered as legitimate military targets, so guys if you don't want the piece of the hell I'm about to experience, stay neutral, like the Cambodian government during the Vietnam War.
Before I stand up against the monsters, have to do a quick check. Millions of stinger fighter teams, check. Millions of RPG fighter teams, check. Millions of sniper teams, check. Oh, don’t expect they are going to be where you think they are. They are everywhere. It’s a globalisation era right? Ok, I’m all set to die for your amusement. The world is the coliseum and the cheering spectators. My friends and I are the gladiators, like the early Christians that were captured by the Romans that were not so catholic at that time.
Ok, I'm all set to stand up to the Godzillas that have been ravaging everyone mercilessly and proudly. Everyone else gets to die; only they have the right to prosper and live happily ever after. Hmm, got to think about the nuclear bombs now. What would I do? What would the Salthans do? Cry?
Maybe I should learn something from Libya's diplomacy and Alexander the Great. There is always time for something and a change in strategy than being annihilated by a greater enemy. Maybe I should withdraw and learn something from the Hudaibiyah treaty. Wits over muscles. Hmm.
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