T'was a difficult question
to ask what a friend is worth
but tis' not a Maggi's packet
nor the Angiospermae of this earth
It lies somewhere in between
what was, is and perhaps
when "nothing and everything"
did once almost collide
"chance" some might say
but from your very mouth "it's fate"
when a soul became the signpost
to guide another to his faith
how do you describe joys
to those encased in sadness
how do paint the colours
to those whose sight are covered
how do you breathe the freshness
of air to lungs who covet
how do you catch hold of sunshine
and put them in your pocket
tis' difficult to describe
what holds and have you complete
but perhaps to say that its loss
will see you empty, void and irreplete.
Kata-kata buat Syazana
- Sunday, January 03, 2010
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Pabila hidup merundung malam
redup mendung gelap mencengkam
mentari tidur langit menghilang
pasrah gundah tiada sempadan
bangkit bangun buka tatapan
Di dalam kelam kan muncul harapan
umpama bulan yang Esa kan datang
bagai bintang harapan kan pulang
moga bertaut langit dan bumi
moga tersemai bahagia dan janji
erat tersusun sepuluh jari
moga hidupmu diberkati Ilahi.
redup mendung gelap mencengkam
mentari tidur langit menghilang
pasrah gundah tiada sempadan
bangkit bangun buka tatapan
Di dalam kelam kan muncul harapan
umpama bulan yang Esa kan datang
bagai bintang harapan kan pulang
moga bertaut langit dan bumi
moga tersemai bahagia dan janji
erat tersusun sepuluh jari
moga hidupmu diberkati Ilahi.
A collection of yours truly's Facebook status
- Sunday, January 03, 2010
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"Almost perfect, awkward pieces, wonder encapsulates. Cherry smiles, jalapeno chides, crystal laughter, sugar'd lips. Dagger'd stares, narcotic gaze, teasing eye-rolls, irises deep. Briskly walk, fragile fingers, deliciously caustic acid wit." ~ Love riddled philosopher on the source of his intoxicating infatuation whilst being sequestered in a cave in the remote mountains to thaw out dangerous emotive toxins.
...wonders if he should just stop procrastinating and just go grab a gun. It's open season... ain't it?
...wishes all and sundry, all the best in all of things, for this next chapter in our days' counting. May fate be kind, your wealth bountiful, may luck fill your days and His blessings your countenance.
"We are on the hunt! Brothers we. Those who seeketh out truth's hidden lee. Finding it's hidden face is our sworn duty, but the chase, dear brother, is our destiny!"
"That which I fear the most, is not that I am wrong. What makes me cringe the grandest, is that possibility that I now woo. Now that's to fear, to ask of one and hear that much sought for, but rightfully feared "Yes!". With a smiling exclamation, mind you. God! I need to run! Now... while I still can, and THAT question, still remain unasked".
...is once more inexorably drawn into a deep dark sojourn into that most elusive state, that sweet bitterness and that terrible awesomeness that weigh you down to the pits of your stomach and yet uplift you to roof all expectations. Sad... really.
...is trying to learn how to drink from an empty cup
"Doubts sprinkled liberally sowed the seeds of many self-inflicted disasters."
...is a sworn brother of the Order of the Tranquil, a passionless breed of silently expressionless men.
...is jealous of the guy who can walk through walls... and steal that which others, yours truly included, sorely covets.
"Frustratingly you can never tell when it all began, mostly you only realize it when you are knee deep in it. Bahh.. HAMBUG! HAMBUG! I am made of sterner stuff! No lilting voice nor dreamy eyes can frame my fearful symmetry! (paraphrasing Blake)." ~ Baron de Hawke
...is in between to shores, riding the tumultous seas dividing them. He has to choose one, which side he is to land on, for time has come for him to forge ahead.
"Twitter me this, twitter me that. For a Facebook nudge and love's sweet RSS."
...wonders if he should just stop procrastinating and just go grab a gun. It's open season... ain't it?
...wishes all and sundry, all the best in all of things, for this next chapter in our days' counting. May fate be kind, your wealth bountiful, may luck fill your days and His blessings your countenance.
"We are on the hunt! Brothers we. Those who seeketh out truth's hidden lee. Finding it's hidden face is our sworn duty, but the chase, dear brother, is our destiny!"
"That which I fear the most, is not that I am wrong. What makes me cringe the grandest, is that possibility that I now woo. Now that's to fear, to ask of one and hear that much sought for, but rightfully feared "Yes!". With a smiling exclamation, mind you. God! I need to run! Now... while I still can, and THAT question, still remain unasked".
...is once more inexorably drawn into a deep dark sojourn into that most elusive state, that sweet bitterness and that terrible awesomeness that weigh you down to the pits of your stomach and yet uplift you to roof all expectations. Sad... really.
...is trying to learn how to drink from an empty cup
"Doubts sprinkled liberally sowed the seeds of many self-inflicted disasters."
...is a sworn brother of the Order of the Tranquil, a passionless breed of silently expressionless men.
...is jealous of the guy who can walk through walls... and steal that which others, yours truly included, sorely covets.
"Frustratingly you can never tell when it all began, mostly you only realize it when you are knee deep in it. Bahh.. HAMBUG! HAMBUG! I am made of sterner stuff! No lilting voice nor dreamy eyes can frame my fearful symmetry! (paraphrasing Blake)." ~ Baron de Hawke
...is in between to shores, riding the tumultous seas dividing them. He has to choose one, which side he is to land on, for time has come for him to forge ahead.
"Twitter me this, twitter me that. For a Facebook nudge and love's sweet RSS."
Avatar Aftermath: Mission Pandora (Intro Chapter)
- Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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Ten hours to go before launch time and as always I am feeling my usual pre-op jitters. But this time it is not about nerves or worry over the trivial. This time it is bigger then most, bigger than the usual mere missions of UN peace keeping operations.
To keep myself together, I try to busy myself with the details, technical pre-op briefs and seeing to the men and women under my command. Fussing over the equipment and armaments, the logistics tail of an interstellar military operation.
I even donned mechanic's overalls and tinkered with my 'Henny'. My AMP II Heinlein Class Titan-suit. Nice to have some physical exercise before the long sleep for the journey ahead.
My 'Henny' is already stowed within the massive double hulls of the interstellar assault carrier UNSV Hera. Joining other Titans of the United Nations Armed Forces (UNAF) 33rd Mobile Armor Battalion which forms the teeth and vanguard of the Pandora Expeditionary Force (PEF)
The newest and deadliest design of the Amplified Mobility Platform (AMP) technology, the Titan was specifically designed for hazardous duty in the unforgiving environs of that far off Alpha Centauri moon.
Bigger, badder and more heavily armed and armored than any military grade AMPs ever. It is the deadliest weapon in the United Nation's(UN) arsenal.
A personification of the Mobile Infantry powered armour, envisioned by Robert A Heinlein for his 'Starship Troopers', earning it the nickname of 'Henny', short for Heinlein's Titan.
There are scarcely a hundred of these deadly robotic behemoths, their construction nearly depleting Earth's remaining Unobtanium supply. Or at the very least, pushing it to near critical levels.
But the need is great and what is at stake is nothing short of the very survival of our species. Humanity itself is at stake. That is why the UN commissioned the PEF.
Our mission, is to retake Pandora.
Pandora...
The moon of legend, the heart to humanity's survival and the birthplace for Earth's struggling recovery effort. The only source in the known universe of the miracle ore, Unobtanium.
Once...
Now it is a hotbed of rebellion. Seat to an uprising by feral natives and a collection of traitor humans. Humans who have forgotten their place and betrayed our species. Those who have 'gone native' and took up arms against humanity's cradle.
It once took six years to travel to Pandora, but we shall get there faster. A new development in Quad-Dimensional Physics have seen the creation of Humanity's first hyper-dimensional drive. Engines that use streams of quasi-dimensional antimatter particles to accelerate to nearly triple the speed of old interstellar engines.
Instead of six, we will get to Pandora in one and a half years... or less. What a shock we shall be to the rebels!
But even one year doesn't seem fast enough. Earth and humanity may only last a decade at most, without new supplies of Unobtanium from Pandora.
The gigantic orbital ark-freighters which houses Earth's surviving forests and the Noah Class zoological ships keeping safe every species of fauna we have managed to save will cease to function.
The massive atmosphere re-claimers will shutdown and Earth's healing process will stop. No more ice shipped from off world to refill once blue oceans. No more explorations of other planets to find new homes for humanity as Earth is allowed to heal.
All for want of Unobtanium... and the selfish wants of feral natives and the ungrateful humans who aids them.
It would usually also take six years for news from Pandora to reach Earth as well, whenever one of RDA's massive commercial vessels make port. But the news of the rebellion in Pandora arrived about two years ago.
Desperate to convey the news of the uprising, the loyal survivors of RDA's mining operations on that far off moon, sacrificed the fuel in their ship's fuel cells and used it to transmit a massive burst of coded sub-space signal to Earth informing of the events on Pandora.
That selfless action was done under emergency executive order by RDA Administrator Parker Selfridge, whilst the ISV Venture Star was en-route to Earth after being evicted from Pandora by the insurgents.
Needless to say the interstellar ship did not survive the ordeal, it's fuel depleted, the ship, it's crew and passengers float lifeless in space. Such sacrifice by humanity's heroes... they will never be forgotten.
Neither would we forget those who betrayed the human race. We... the tooth and claws of the PEF are the just and righteous wrath that shall avenge that betrayal.
It took two years to fast track the Titans and to organize the PEF. But now we are ready. A full third of the expeditionary force will be shuttled to Pandora within the cavernous interior of the UNSV Hera.
Four smaller Pegasus assault landing crafts are piggy backed to the Hera. The largest and most heavily armed combat transport designed for planetfall operations. These will be the workhorse of the PEF. While the Hera maintains orbital beach head and provide fire support and coordination.
The UN Space Vessel (UNSV) Hera is the first in a new class of interstellar assault carriers. The latest in planetary assault technology and equipped with the necessary tools to retake the mining colony or deny Pandora to our enemies.
Bristling with weapon mounts for guns and cannons as well as armament pods for torpedoes, rockets and missiles, the Hera is capable of space to space as well as orbit to surface action.
Not to mention a full third of the PEF complement comprising of aerospace fighters, combat transports, gunships, Dragon II combat command crafts, assorted combat vehicles, ground pounding infantry in tactical armour and not to forget, the 'Hennys'.
In the coming years, sister ships to the Hera, the UNSV Mulan and UNSV Morrigu shall join Hera in the fleet that Earth is sending to reclaim humanity's chance at survival, along with more reinforcements for the PEF.
We will take Pandora back or die trying...
We must do what we must. Unlike those traitors... scientists who have lost their objectivity and went head over heels for the natives. A paraplegic ex-Marine who reveled in his avatar's new found mobility. Avatar drivers who now see through Pandoran eyes, forgetting the roots of their humanity.
They remember not an Earth that lie dying, nor the Great Recovery effort that Unobtanium is fueling.
We shall make them remember and and make them pay!
If all else fail... the Hera or one of it's sister ships will release the ultimate weapon. The experimental Quad-Dimension Physics orbital launched 'BlackHole' bomb. With the power to punch a hole in reality itself, imploding it, to create a blackhole that will destroy Pandora.
If humanity is to be denied Unobtanium and hence it's survival... than so shall Pandora and it's insurgents be denied existence.
"Enough of this musings. I have things to do before I sleep, and millions of miles to go after... the cryo-chamber awaits."
To keep myself together, I try to busy myself with the details, technical pre-op briefs and seeing to the men and women under my command. Fussing over the equipment and armaments, the logistics tail of an interstellar military operation.
I even donned mechanic's overalls and tinkered with my 'Henny'. My AMP II Heinlein Class Titan-suit. Nice to have some physical exercise before the long sleep for the journey ahead.
My 'Henny' is already stowed within the massive double hulls of the interstellar assault carrier UNSV Hera. Joining other Titans of the United Nations Armed Forces (UNAF) 33rd Mobile Armor Battalion which forms the teeth and vanguard of the Pandora Expeditionary Force (PEF)
The newest and deadliest design of the Amplified Mobility Platform (AMP) technology, the Titan was specifically designed for hazardous duty in the unforgiving environs of that far off Alpha Centauri moon.
Bigger, badder and more heavily armed and armored than any military grade AMPs ever. It is the deadliest weapon in the United Nation's(UN) arsenal.
A personification of the Mobile Infantry powered armour, envisioned by Robert A Heinlein for his 'Starship Troopers', earning it the nickname of 'Henny', short for Heinlein's Titan.
There are scarcely a hundred of these deadly robotic behemoths, their construction nearly depleting Earth's remaining Unobtanium supply. Or at the very least, pushing it to near critical levels.
But the need is great and what is at stake is nothing short of the very survival of our species. Humanity itself is at stake. That is why the UN commissioned the PEF.
Our mission, is to retake Pandora.
Pandora...
The moon of legend, the heart to humanity's survival and the birthplace for Earth's struggling recovery effort. The only source in the known universe of the miracle ore, Unobtanium.
Once...
Now it is a hotbed of rebellion. Seat to an uprising by feral natives and a collection of traitor humans. Humans who have forgotten their place and betrayed our species. Those who have 'gone native' and took up arms against humanity's cradle.
It once took six years to travel to Pandora, but we shall get there faster. A new development in Quad-Dimensional Physics have seen the creation of Humanity's first hyper-dimensional drive. Engines that use streams of quasi-dimensional antimatter particles to accelerate to nearly triple the speed of old interstellar engines.
Instead of six, we will get to Pandora in one and a half years... or less. What a shock we shall be to the rebels!
But even one year doesn't seem fast enough. Earth and humanity may only last a decade at most, without new supplies of Unobtanium from Pandora.
The gigantic orbital ark-freighters which houses Earth's surviving forests and the Noah Class zoological ships keeping safe every species of fauna we have managed to save will cease to function.
The massive atmosphere re-claimers will shutdown and Earth's healing process will stop. No more ice shipped from off world to refill once blue oceans. No more explorations of other planets to find new homes for humanity as Earth is allowed to heal.
All for want of Unobtanium... and the selfish wants of feral natives and the ungrateful humans who aids them.
It would usually also take six years for news from Pandora to reach Earth as well, whenever one of RDA's massive commercial vessels make port. But the news of the rebellion in Pandora arrived about two years ago.
Desperate to convey the news of the uprising, the loyal survivors of RDA's mining operations on that far off moon, sacrificed the fuel in their ship's fuel cells and used it to transmit a massive burst of coded sub-space signal to Earth informing of the events on Pandora.
That selfless action was done under emergency executive order by RDA Administrator Parker Selfridge, whilst the ISV Venture Star was en-route to Earth after being evicted from Pandora by the insurgents.
Needless to say the interstellar ship did not survive the ordeal, it's fuel depleted, the ship, it's crew and passengers float lifeless in space. Such sacrifice by humanity's heroes... they will never be forgotten.
Neither would we forget those who betrayed the human race. We... the tooth and claws of the PEF are the just and righteous wrath that shall avenge that betrayal.
It took two years to fast track the Titans and to organize the PEF. But now we are ready. A full third of the expeditionary force will be shuttled to Pandora within the cavernous interior of the UNSV Hera.
Four smaller Pegasus assault landing crafts are piggy backed to the Hera. The largest and most heavily armed combat transport designed for planetfall operations. These will be the workhorse of the PEF. While the Hera maintains orbital beach head and provide fire support and coordination.
The UN Space Vessel (UNSV) Hera is the first in a new class of interstellar assault carriers. The latest in planetary assault technology and equipped with the necessary tools to retake the mining colony or deny Pandora to our enemies.
Bristling with weapon mounts for guns and cannons as well as armament pods for torpedoes, rockets and missiles, the Hera is capable of space to space as well as orbit to surface action.
Not to mention a full third of the PEF complement comprising of aerospace fighters, combat transports, gunships, Dragon II combat command crafts, assorted combat vehicles, ground pounding infantry in tactical armour and not to forget, the 'Hennys'.
In the coming years, sister ships to the Hera, the UNSV Mulan and UNSV Morrigu shall join Hera in the fleet that Earth is sending to reclaim humanity's chance at survival, along with more reinforcements for the PEF.
We will take Pandora back or die trying...
We must do what we must. Unlike those traitors... scientists who have lost their objectivity and went head over heels for the natives. A paraplegic ex-Marine who reveled in his avatar's new found mobility. Avatar drivers who now see through Pandoran eyes, forgetting the roots of their humanity.
They remember not an Earth that lie dying, nor the Great Recovery effort that Unobtanium is fueling.
We shall make them remember and and make them pay!
If all else fail... the Hera or one of it's sister ships will release the ultimate weapon. The experimental Quad-Dimension Physics orbital launched 'BlackHole' bomb. With the power to punch a hole in reality itself, imploding it, to create a blackhole that will destroy Pandora.
If humanity is to be denied Unobtanium and hence it's survival... than so shall Pandora and it's insurgents be denied existence.
"Enough of this musings. I have things to do before I sleep, and millions of miles to go after... the cryo-chamber awaits."
Across The Space
- Monday, December 28, 2009
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Across the space between us
the gulf between two souls
I brush you with shy gazes
begging for their return
I speak in stuttered phrases
out of tone and out of tune
trying to bridge the spaces
just looking for a turn
Seek me with your answers
to questions that I do yearn
your smiles are tales and fables
the wit I hope to learn
The landscape of false faces
I am happy to leave behind
the task that I must focus
is to ask for just this once
The tips of your fingers
to brush with those of mine
and hope those tingling promises
could say what my tongue can't
My pen won't ever mention
my keyboard refuse to dream
this story that I reckon
my heart doth really feel.
the gulf between two souls
I brush you with shy gazes
begging for their return
I speak in stuttered phrases
out of tone and out of tune
trying to bridge the spaces
just looking for a turn
Seek me with your answers
to questions that I do yearn
your smiles are tales and fables
the wit I hope to learn
The landscape of false faces
I am happy to leave behind
the task that I must focus
is to ask for just this once
The tips of your fingers
to brush with those of mine
and hope those tingling promises
could say what my tongue can't
My pen won't ever mention
my keyboard refuse to dream
this story that I reckon
my heart doth really feel.
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