The Eclectic

Honestly, before I got my enlistment letter (I hope talking about this isn’t a chargeable offence) I thought I’d get myself a job or an internship. I pondered about attachments with magazines, going to Africa as a volunteer (it’s not entirely a job) and doing something to feel a sense of satisfaction. Alas, the letter came and my dreams of working were shattered. Don’t get me wrong though, I am not one who deserves the white feather. So I moved on…

.. UNTIL almost 2 months in, I get calls. Job interviews, job openings, internship offers.. even messages. ‘Thing is some of the companies are offering marketing and public relations office jobs because of recommendations.. and they pay gooooood and they have flexible working time..I don’t even have experience

Too bad I’m a soldier.

am i even allowed to have a part time job?

For the fun of it, I think i’d go for an interview.. just to get the practice HAHAHhaha

office jobs? pffft!

ahhh, the game of ‘closure’..

its dark, and fun, aaaand it’s addictive

go try it at newgrounds or summat

till then,

cheerio

S/N                   Artist                             Song

1                         Black Kids                  I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend
2                        Mystery Jets               Young Love
3                        Alphabeat                    Into The Jungle
4                        The Prodigy                 Warning
5                        Cecile                           Andromeda

Either it makes your legs shake and you’d stay awake.. or, you get scared shitless by the prodigy into waking up.
Eitherway, you stay awake.

Oh, and i love Black Kids.. so yeah, that ‘classic’ is there HAHHAhahahHAH

Hot sunny days are perfect to just laze off in the shade and notice the unnoticables; just like how you can feel your heart pounding as you lie on the soft comforters. You feel the fluctuations of the blood pressure in each chamber and you could almost imagine the surge of millions of our red friends into the farthest corners of our anatomy. I realised the fragility of my life – that the responsibility of keeping me breathing and the burden of keeping me awake lies in that lump of muscle and sinew. How astounding that engine… How one could cease to live if it decides to stop is a rather scary thought. I realised to keep me living, I must keep my heart beating so it would keep me living – lest i get arrested cardiacally.

Hot sunny days are also perfect to enjoy vanilla milshakes and play FIFA09.

But hot sunny days aren’t perfect to remember that there’s only 2 days, or part thereof, to enjoy such hot sunny days at home.

now, how bout turning the kaleidoscope the other way….

The sky a deep black carpet
sprinkled with glittering spots
light years away
the moon but a cloud-covered blot
a thud from much nearer
and a dreadful silence that follows
a sight for men to admire
a spot of light not far but close
just above the 6-story hotel
it hovers for a moment
until the spot of light burst afire
and gave birth to children, a dozen
a dozen and one spots of light
now descend as fast as ever
upon the brick-walled houses, white
and lo, a wonderful sight much better
the stars awakened the sleeping buildings
and turned them into fire
no more than a glowing mound
of red and yellow and
light that’s warm and brighter

a sight to behold, a theatrical answer
to the question of a rocket shower

What if the world was drawn in chalk
and we could dust off its ugliness
draw trees and animals and many flowers
and make alive the lifeless
how easy it would be
to cure the world of “ugly”
to rub and draw and rub and draw
and make it look so lovely
Alas, the world is not in chalk
and we not armed with dusters
we can always talk the talk
and write a million chapters
of save the world and no to war
of eradicating hunger
but there’s no time to waste
and slacken we must never
have no fear nor hesitation
for power’s in our hands
yes everyone has a piece of chalk
of various old-school brands
your piece of chalk may be as small
as the whisker in your nose
But a big difference it will do
if draw a new world you choose

- Haziq

Silky Blue
as blue as the peacekeeper’s helmet
that keeps its wearer safe
but like the helmet
the cloth still exposes the wearer to bullets of lust and envious gaze
Blue
a blue as beautiful as the blue of Egypt
that charmed the red and white of Rome
yet while the cloth can show the beauty of its Blue
the woman within may not
the blue cloth of the Burqa flutters in the wind
it flows smoothly even if it is cotton
that is the freedom of the Burqa

How I wish I had as much patience
as there is water in the Ocean
enough to withstand
the pain of a heart broken
enough to calm
the devastating waves of anger
enough to cool
the magma of emotions
enough to ignore
the enchanting poison of beauty
but enough to admire
the charm from within
enough to overflow
the deepest valleys of hate

But to have so much patience
as much as the Ocean
I must cry the salt of evil away
till my tears form a pool of good faith
that grows into a lake of sincerity
that flows as a river of good deeds
till it finally reaches my ocean of patience

By Haziq

The banners and flags champion a cause, noble. The call to arms a call, honourable. Beneath the balaclava are eyes bent on vengeance. Yet the very nation they fight for pays the price of their micro-skirmishes with blood. For every shot fired in the name of their people their mothers die, their fathers are crushed by rubble, their children sliced to pieces by sharpnel. Yet they fire more. Do they not know their rockets are mere noise-makers compared to the wreath of the People of Israel? Do they not know their historical cause is a nuisance to the people they claim to protect?

They are numb. Numb to the inevitable reality that there will not be a victory, that past injustices cannot be put to justice. They are numb with anger, despair and a hunger for blood-in-return. They are numb and logic cannot penetrate the headdresses of war.

Like the Prophet’s retreat to Medina more than 1400 years ago, a retreat now will be a win. Retreat now so there may finally be peace. Moving on is wrong but it is neccessary. Retreat now so there may be a stronger army capable of shouldering the burden of your cause, Hamas. Your military tacticians are clouded by stupidity and emotions. Learn from History, the very History you use to justify your cause.