A Midnight in my Imagination

I dreamt. I dreamt.

I dreamt that in I walked along a path so long and windy my head spun around me. My eyes focusing on nothing but a bright, shining, white light at the end of the journey. I squinted. I shielded my eyes. I cowered for protection from the rays that assaulted my peripherals. And yet closer yet I walked towards the unknown.

All this while I thought about the fear of the unknown. How our bodies shudder and go into tiny spasms at the thought of what the unknown could do to us. But what could the unknown do to us? It being unknown, we very obviously wouldn't be able to tell what it can or cannot do. Then it dawns on me it isn't the unknown that we are afraid of. It is the imagination that the unknown encourages. The simple imagination of the possibilities of what things we don't know, can or cannot do.

I'm not the first to realize this. Many before me have come and gone and have managed to control, no not harnest, but control and cage the imagination. Kings and Queens, Dictators, Governments, Prime Ministers and even Presidents all fear the imagination. The ability to imagine and create with the mind, to set an idea and bring forth the creation of what was once unknown and unimaginable, the ultimate unknown. Ideas that could topple governments, economies, and the very good lives of the elite.

But as they say, fight fire with fire. Using the imagination to control imagination. The planting of one seed that will outgrow another. We all know this as RELIGION. The plant of idealistic thinking to transition into discipline and submission.

I didn't say there isn't a God. I only ask where did the idea of a specific one come from?

I'd dare say the light at the end of my journey would more easily be a spaceship than it is a gate of such grandeur that it blinds me (Why would you built a gate so grand that you couldn't see it. How the hell would I know its grand then).

From Rugs to Riches

Publika. The latest hipster hole to pop up here in KL, offers all things expensive, trendy, artsy and sometimes even out of place. Like this Habibi selling rugs dead smack in the middle of what is now hipster central on sunny Sunday afternoons.

Their staff are really friendly too. Like the Indian girl working the information counter who decided to halt the entire line of lost patrons just to ask me where I got my tattoo done and if I could write down the name and number of the shop for her on a small piece of paper. All this while the line only got longer.

But all jokes aside, this really is a nice place to hang out if you enjoy good food that's served with actual pork in its food court. The Hokkien Mee and Chilli Pan Mee are foodie favorites here.

Something Good Can Work

Its that time of the year again where we change our biological traffic rhythms to suit the patterns of our fasting Muslim friends. Its the one month of each year I enjoy barreling down the close to deserted high ways at insane speeds (About as fast my heart allows. I've a weak heart), dashing across lanes like my grandfather built these roads (He didn't. I'm Chinese). Its the one month I make it home in time for dinner with the family with spare time to laugh my ass off in front of the tele and then attempt a weak eight push ups before I give up and splash myself like a whale in the shower before I head to bed.

Alas. The month is coming to an end and that means Hari Raya is nigh! That also means my deadlines for work are about to punch me in the face and then in the shins when my partners and I finally realize that our next collection for the next season will be late (I still pray in the quiet of the night that it wont be). But all my worries become distant memories when I think of all the rendang I'll be stuffing my fat face with.

So to ALL my Muslim friends and readers, Selamat Berpuasa, Selamat Buka Puasa and here's an early Selamat Hari Raya (Don't forget I like rendang and I'm damn sure YOUR house will have some come Raya!)

(Oh just in case anyone finds this picture offensive, the tattoo ACTUALLY says "Something Good Can Work")