Nature 1 – Japan 1

The scores are level the way I see it after yesterday’s earthquake and subsequent Tsunami and I know the world and Facebook are full well-wishers and all that and the #prayforjapan hash tag. Obviously any disaster of the scale is quite alarming and eye-opening, even people who didn’t know about ‘Miyagi’ except from maybe watching Karate Kid, now do.

And it blows to be hit by such a thing and even our country was hit by the same calamity 7 years ago and we still suffer from its affects, the bloom of NGO cunts and the popularity of drug usage, still rampant on the southern coastlines. Irrelevant point anyway. But looking at this latest Tsunami and reasoning using seismology and shit, I think karma plays a bigger part in it all. Because this is what Japan was doing to mother nature prior to yesterday.

and even

So, I guess what went around, came around yesterday. I’m just saying.

Lost

Lost, no, not that stupid excuse for a TV series!

Lost is a state or phase I suppose; something I explore by putting lines to prose

We come into the world lost, baring the debts of what will be our upbringing’s cost

Spend lifetimes searching for purpose – like ancient warriors insearch of Argos

Some, the lucky, find it early, others eventually, the unfortunate, never

Once you do, it becomes your soul to the world, teather

But my friend how can you tell when you’re done being lost?

Is there sign like the first falling snowflake of an approaching winter’s frost?

Well, I guess there is no way to tell

Does life find you, or do you find life? Seek heaven and finding at the blade of a knife.

Sometimes I think: do I need to find myself, can’t I stay lost?

The more I find me, the less I like what the world comes to be

I want to go back to the days of a father’s love

Instead of just telling myself he is watching me..somewhere above

Been lost and found, I want to be lost again

To the world that has found me; I have nothing but disdain

Just like that said TV series.

 

Another 10

A decade ago I was probably sitting in a Lebanese joint in Manama chomping on some shawarma, sipping strawberry Fanta, thinking about what I needed to do to get my hands on a holographic Charizard Pokemon card. Ah life was so simple then, no worries, women and woes, no that is not in any particular order. A lot has happen this decade, some fucked up, others awesome.

I mean speaking of the messed up things -

Humanity having to hear Justin Beiber

Tsunami bitch-slapping the coasts of asia

Israel going on God mode and blowing up a 1000 Palestinians in a day

MJ passing away

The Rajapakse’s winning the election

Stupid 3-figure percentile tax on vehicles in Sri Lanka, oh wait, that goes back to the previous problem

Farmville

But I guess there have been good things to come out like:

Social Media – Facebook, Twitter, Failblog, Ray William Johnson

Wikileaks

The Bugatti Veyron

Californication and Hank Moody

Oh fuck, it’s almost lunchtime, that’s all I have the time to list for now.

Mother

I am here
When you can’t walk
Don’t have the strength to
Don’t have the courage to
Don’t have the will to
Don’t say a word

I am here
Stand on my feet
Rest your mind
I will help you
Walk, Dance and someday Fly
Succeed or not, I will try

I am here
Let me take that weight off
Off your tired shoulders
I’m the greatest burden you bore
It stops here, no more
Peace well deserved

I am here
To take away the pain
In that act of greatness
The months giving life
Took away years off your own
Let me give it back

Sometimes the simplest things in life
Are the hardest to say
We waste our time waiting
Holding words for another day
A day that may never come
After all, no one is here to stay

Wankers with crackers

So it’s Christmas again, where the parents lie to their kids about a fat guy in red crawling down their chimney and leaving presents underneath the tree and then taking off on a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer. Pfft, what is the point of telling your kids about this when they’ll eventually figure it out, like I did…..when I was 18. And there are those guys who dress up as santa and sit in malls to get ass from little kids, but worse I think are the wankers with the crackers and other fireworks. What is so exciting about seeing a roll of paper smaller than a dick just blowing up, creating noise and polluting the environment. It’s just a waste of bloody money, not to mention it causes discomfort to the pets around the noise. People really need to find something more exciting than lighting gunpowder wieners to spend the holiday. Oh well, enough rambling, on to the best part about Christmas, the booze. Merry Christmas Yo!