Friday, March 30, 2007

Photos of British Captured Sailors & Marines

Some friends have expressed curiousity over what I had written on the British sailors & marines, wanting in particular, to know what this woman looked like.

This is the British sailor who appeared on telly. That Bloody Liar Blair has expressed disgust at the way the prisoners were treated ie being shown on telly eating and being asked to write letters to their mom & dad. Errr, what about the way prisoners in Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib and other unknown prisons are treated by the British and Americans??? I don't have the energy to go into that now but I will list it down another time. Blair is trying to provoke the people of his country to retaliate against Iran. He has not succeed in provoking the Security Council (hooray!).
see the report below from Al Jazeera:

"Britain has failed to win support from the UN Security Council for a strong statement to "deplore" Iran's detention of 15 British naval crew members.

Instead, after tense negotiations, the council agreed on a watered-down statement expressing "grave concern" and calling for an early resolution of the problem, including the Britons' release.

Britain had wanted the council to "deplore" Iran's detention of the Britons, call for their immediate release, and state that they were seized in Iraqi waters, but Russia led objections from several members.

Earlier, a Western diplomat quoted Vitaly Churkin, the Russian ambassador, as telling the council that Moscow would "not be able to accept" the move.

Diplomats also reported that several Security Council members - including Russia, China, Indonesia and Qatar - said they had no way of independently ascertaining where the incident took place and were therefore wary of condemning it.

Britain says satellite data proves its 15 sailors and marines were seized last week in Iraqi waters. Iran has shown video footage of the capture and charts it says make clear the capture took place in Iranian waters."

Thanks to the late Sir Robin Cook, Blair needs to get a vote from Parliament before engaging in another war. I won't be surprised if those poor sods (the British sailors & marines) were purposely sent off course into Iranian waters to instigate such an action. All this wayang kulit (shadow play) by the British Government - out to con their people again. Please remember that the Israelis had planned to attack Lebanon long before those 2 soldiers were captured. America has long set out detailed plans on where to attack Iran and are waiting for an excuse to pull the trigger. Blair's hands are tied by lack of support from his people and is hoping that this incident would win him the backing he needs to embark on the American's latest adventure in the Middle East.

Unfortunately the Iranians are making a mockery of them by showing these British naval crew members on telly, eating and smoking away like they are attending some Hari Raya Open House.

I wonder what they are eating. Iranian food is delicious. Could be some Shish Kebabs, Badam June (however you spell it) or if they are really lucky, some Bhagalipolo....yummy. These chaps may not want to go back to boring ol' boiled beef & mash in Britain. Anyway the Iranian men and women are stunning looking - I really don't think they would want to leave Iran after this.

In her letter to her mom & dad, the female sailor said that they are fed 3 meals a day and have a constant supply of liquids. I think the Iranians feel that these westerners like free flowing drinks from what they observe in Burger King and Hard Rock Cafe. Its always a key advertising gimmick - we serve free flowing drinks.

This is the warship the naval crew were in. No wonder the Iranians were suspicious of their motives for being in their waters - or Iraqi waters whichever it was - they had no business being there.

So enjoy your kebabs guys before the Americans drop 500 tonnes of explosives and depleted uranium on you and fry all of you like they did to the Iraqis. What do they care about these British naval crew???

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Saudi King calls US occupation of Iraq - "Illegitimate"

Finally!!!! The Saudi King speaks up at the Arab League summit in Riyadh. And he finally speaks out against the unjust United Nations blockade against the Palestinian people.

Its time we finally wake up and realise that the United Nations is no longer acting in the best interest of all but only a handful of countries who claim "You are either with us or you are a terrorist". If we don't agree with their views then we cannot be a part of their inner circle gentleman's club. In fact, even if we do agree with them, we still cannot belong to this elitist inner circle - the most we can achieve by agreeing with them is, at best, a few crumbs thrown our way plus our brief but deluded self assurance that they would not invade our country next and destroy our national heritage (if DBKL hasn't completed the job themselves).

Iran and the Captured British Sailors

Bravo to the Iranians! Don't mess with these fellas. I've got to give it to them at their style and what I perceive as their sense of humour - putting that female sailor in a headscarf with make up on and plaster her on national TV whilst smoking away to a backdrop of floral curtains. What kind of image is that??? I think they are trying to make her look like a contented suburbian wife, converted to Islam no doubt - hence the headscarf, but still unable to rid herself entirely of her bad western habits of wearing make up and smoking a ciggy. Ahh, the decadence of these white women... they seem to be showing to the Iranian public. I can't imagine anyone being captured as describing her captors as "hospitable" :).

The British government are "enraged" and the American government is "outraged"- Is that Howard fella going to out-outrage & out-enrage the other 2 to show his unwavering arse licking to them? He might just self explode in his apoplectic out-outrage. We hope so. The British claim they were not in Iranian waters but in Iraqi waters. They have no business being in either Iranian waters or Iraqi waters. American, British & Australian military personnel in the Middle East is to me, fair game. What about the Iranian diplomats the Americans captured in Iraq? Claiming they are spies. Iran can make the same claim against these bloody sailors. How dare they have the gall to be outraged over this. Then showing concern that the "confession" by the sailor that they have "trespassed into Iranian waters" may not be legitimate and was obtained "under duress". What about the "confessions" of the so-called Al Qaeda members detained in Guantanamo Bay and the "confessions" of the Iraqi "insurgents" in Abu Ghraib? Were these not obtained under extreme duress???? The Iraqi detainees whom I met said that they were forced to sign on a piece of paper with the black hoods covering their heads. Surely these are not letters to their mommees telling them that they are receiving hospitable treatment at the hands of the Americans and are getting 3 meals a day and a constant supply of fluids.

I have a message for that Bloody Liar Blair - do you know why none of us who are not in your inner circle "I'm-not-a-terrorist" club give a toss about your bloody sailors - because YOU and YOUR GOVERNMENT have done worse things to the people in the rest of the world. We are bloody tired of all of you pissing on us and getting away with it. If those sailors die, then You and Your Government are responsible for their deaths.

So ... way to go, you Iranians!! Show them what HELL is!

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Do You Know Who I Am?
by the Anomaly

I am a hidden treasure
sitting at the center of
my universe
In my own

I am alone

With the Alone

Do you know who I am?

I see you peering into my space
I can feel your curiousity
You wish to enter into
the circumference of
my space
You wish to know me

But do you know who I am?

I observe you as you step into

my space

You hesitate as you enter

my garden

As you see the clear cool creek

flow in front of you

You are mesmerised.

You take off your shoes
And then your socks
Half in fear
Half in excitement
You dip your toe
ever so slightly
into the water.
The feeling sends shivers
up your spine,
You withdraw your toe
Half in fear
Half in excitement

You continue to stare at

the water.

Distracted by your wonderment

Distracted by your trepidation

Distracted from your initial goal

To come closer to me

To know me

Do you know who I am?

You linger at the creek

for a long time

Playing your game

Which amuses you so

Dipping your toes


And pulling them


As the thrill gets too much

for you to handle.

I watch you

As you play your game

Until finally,

you take a deep breath

And plunge

both feet into the cool water.

The sharp coolness of the water

pierces the core of your heart

As you suddenly remember

Why you entered my


You hastily leave the creek

And walk towards

My house

My abode

My sanctuary....

Halt! Do not move a single step

towards me.

Do you know who I am?

Do you think I will allow you

to invade my space so


Ah, but you persist

I see you peering through

the window

Hoping to catch

a glimpse of me.

But how can you see me?

When you do not know who I am.

You love how you feel

when you are in my garden

You venture forth to enter

my house

Surely, you think to yourself

If the garden is so wonderful

what would the inside of the house

be like?

Even more wonderful.

You peer hard through the window pane

Do you know that there are

70,000 veils of darkness and

70,000 veils of light

shielding me from your gaze?

Even if you could open my windows and

climb in

You would not have the energy

to part the veils of darkness

let alone the veils of light.

Do you know who I am?

But I will let you into a


You may enter by the door

Why do you insist on breaking in

through the windows?

When you can enter by the


But of course, there is a catch

The door is locked

The key is with me

I am the Key Master

As I am the Gate Keeper who let you into my garden

Do you know who I am?

I will let you in

If you can answer

my questions

and fulfil my requests.

Yes I will - I have allowed you to come

close enough to me

So I will give you

that chance.

Why do you seek me?

Is it by accident?

Did you stumble

upon my garden?

And blundered forth in ignorance?

Following the direction of your desires

without a care for mine.

And what is it you desire?

Me? Really?

Do you know who I am?

Are you seeking

my friendship?

Do you want me as your


To comfort and soothe you in your life's journey?

If you say yes, that's what you seek,

Then let me ask you this -

Do you not already have

a companion

whom you have chosen

to comfort and soothe you

in your life's journey?

And now you wish to enter

my house

With these insincere thoughts and feelings

I cannot accept this

friendship you offer

I cannot accept

half measures

You only dare to do this

because you do not know who I am.

But wait, what are you telling me now?

Were you intoxicated

from drinking the nectar

of the flowers in my garden?

Is that why you stumbled forth

to my windows

my dear

Declaring drunkenly that

you are mine?

Intoxicated beyond reason

You would not utter such insincere words

If you really know who I am.

Know that

I am not your little plaything

for you to toy around

for your amusement

whenever you can

spare the time.

You have stepped into my


Not I yours

So I will not


around your little world.

Didn't anyone warn you

not to enter

with insincere thoughts and insincere feelings?

Didn't anyone warn you

not to make insincere declarations?

Once you have stepped into my


Didn't anyone warn you

not to come close to

my abode

my inner sanctuary?

It is not safe to come too close.

The fire of my soul will burn you

The only thing that will save you

is if the fire of your love can match

the fire of my soul.

Looking at you, peering through the window

my dear

I cannot see this fire of your love

If it is there, then it is very dim

flickering ever so often

and easily snuffed out.

You will need a raging fire

to burn away these veils

my dear

Yet, if your fire is as strong as that,

there is no need for you to burn the veils

The door will be unlocked

by itself.

If I were not who I am

I would fling the door

open myself

and let you in.

But I am not allowed to do so

It is a covenant between

me & the Alone

I will be alone

locked up

in this sanctuary

until the person

who is willing to

leave his soul

at my door

unlocks it

with the burning fire of his love.


my dear

are incapable

of such loving

Because your soul

is not equipped to carry so much



you ask me

do you achieve this?

You must empty your soul

of all other thoughts

and all other love

Then maybe


there is enough space

in there

to carry this raging

burning love.

Until then

my dear

Do not tell me

that you are mine

when I know

that you are not.

Keep these insincere thoughts

to yourself

I do not need false platitudes

to make me happy.

I will allow you

to continue playing in my


since it amuses you so

But do not come near

my house again

Until you are capable

of sincere thoughts and feelings for


Do you know who I am?

I do not accept


in half measures

And I cannot accept

love which is not

all consuming.

Let me tell you

Who I am

I am

the only one

you should love.

Friday, March 23, 2007


His full name is Aliaune Damala Bouga Time Puru Nacka Lu Lu Lu Badara Akon Thiam.

I was listening to the radio one day, my favourite station Fly FM (where is FLY GUY by the way???), and they played this very catchy tune "I wanna love you" by Akon. I liked it so much that after work that week I stopped by Tower Records at KLCC to get the CD. I also bought Yusuf Islam's "An Other Cup". Very Sufi .... Yusuf Islam lah, not Akon. Whilst I was at Tower Records, My Cousin called me. I told her I was at Tower Records and when she asked me what I was buying, I told her the name of the 2 CDs.

Later that night when I was in bed, I played Akon's CD. When the song "I wanna Love You" came on, I was humming to it trying to sing along. Then I realised that some of the words I thought I knew were in there, somehow were not there but replaced by other words. I had to replay that song to make sure. Eh, I wondered... the tune is the same but the words were different. I had to stop and replay 3 times to make sure. I wanna Love You is actually I wanna Fuck You. The one played on radio is the censored version where they replace the word Fuck with Love. Then the song deteriorates further when Snoop Dog comes in with his rap part. All I can make out is that he said something like " I see you winding and grinding all over the floor ..." or something like that. Then he goes on about someone's pussy being ripe. Well, since I spend most of my time listening to the Opera, this was quite a new experience for me. I was lying in bed blinking at the ceiling for a few minutes trying to digest this song which I thought was such a sweet lovey dovey song at first. Anyway, I grew to like the whole CD... warts et al.

The next week I get a phone call from My Cousin who was almost yelling at me. Well, she was talking very loudly over the phone in an agitated manner. "What on earth were you thinking when you recommended that CD??" she demanded. What CD did I recommend? I was wondering. Suddenly it dawned on me. "No!!! You didn't!! You bought Akon!!" I screamed in horror. "I did NOT recommend it. I told you I was buying Akon and Yusuf Islam but I did not recommend it!!"

Now in order to continue telling you this episode for you to grasp the enormity of this faux pas, I will have to reveal something to you. My Cousin is a princess. I know we sometimes refer to someone as a princess or an angel but no, I mean a real princess. She is the daughter of one of our Sultans. (yes, that makes me some sort of minor royal nowhere in line to the throne). My Cousin knows that I listen to the Opera a lot and that since I was buying Yusuf Islam and Akon at the same time, somehow she must have been lulled into thinking that Akon is pretty mild warm & fuzzy stuff. So she was out somewhere that week and went into a CD shop, saw Akon's CD and remembered that I had "recommended" it (basically all I did was mention to her that I bought it). Then later that week, she was in her car going to some meeting or official function, togged in her baju kurung and pearls... stuck in a traffic jam at Jalan Sultan Ismail (probably outside the Shag-me La) when she decided to listen to some ... music... She was sitting at the back seat so she asked her driver whom we call "Pakcik" (Uncle) to put on... yes, you guessed it...her new CD.. Akon's Konvicted. Pakcik has been working for her late grandmother for many years and thereafter for her. He has been with the royal family for decades. So imagine this, Pakcik in his batik shirt and songkok, with My Cousin at the back seat, stuck in the traffic jam in KL and ... listening to Akon. The song I wanna fuck you is song #4. When it came on, My Cousin thought to herself, "oh, I know this song... it's familiar... I can hum along to it..." then she heard the "I wanna ...f..." she was puzzled at first. Then the song continues with Snoop Dog going on about some ripe pussy and she was growing more & more embarrassed. As they were stuck in a jam, Pakcik was not preoccuppied with driving so they had to listen to this song... and don't think that Pakcik would not understand Snoop Dog's rapping coz he is quite "with it" our Pakcik.

Sigh, so after the function, when My Cousin got back to her istana, the first thing she did was to call me and .... so I was in the doghouse for a while!!! How was I supposed to know that she was going to go out & buy it???? Why didn't she buy Yusuf Islam instead? There is no rap collaboration between Yusuf Islam and Snoop Dog! Not that I know of anyway. By the way can someone tell me what happened to Fly Guy? How can they have Fly FM without the Fly Guy??

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Chapati Moments: Sneak Preview

I started writing this story about a group of girl friends and cousins when I was 18. The story was about prejudice - all sorts of prejudice, racial, sexual etc. But I never completed the story, neither did I find a title for it. Then after I wrote about the Bench & Bar Games which I posted here in Toad Exodus, I thought of developing the character of "Letchumy" in that posting and turning it into a book entitled "Chapati Moments". Anyway, I have taken a chapter off my story on prejudice and posted it into another blog which I have been invited by Pharee, the Captain of the Navel Gazers, to write in. You can read it under "Chapati Moments: Sneak Preview" at:

Caution, do not read it straight after a heavy meal. Actually I may start posting the chapters of the book on prejudice in Toad Exodus. I have to think about it though. Its pretty explicit stuff and so far, Toad Exodus is quite safe to read under parental guidance. What do you all think? It may not go down well or blend in with my Sufi poems....

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Another Great Master: Jalaludin Rumi

I have loved Rumi since ... well, I can't remember when. He is timeless. No one expresses love, longing and the pain of yearning like Rumi does.

" What's the lover to do
but humiliate himself,

If he kisses your hair,
don't wonder why."

"I've broken through to longing
now, filled with a grief I have
felt before, but never like this."

"The center leads to love.
Soul opens the creation core,
Hold on to your particular pain,
That too can take you to God."

My Lips Got Lost

My lips got lost on the
way to the kiss -
that's how drunk I

Luckily though I still connected
with the most tender part
of her.

The moon conceived - what
a wild looking baby
we are going to

Okay, I'll Do It

Okay, I will do it:
Sing longer songs tonight because
You're just damn hard to please,
And I guess I am
still courting you, trying to get
into your soul's knickers.

*****And I thought Hafiz was cheeky...
More Hafiz

God said,

"I am made whole by your life.
Each soul,
each soul completes

The Christ's Breath

I am
a hole in a flute
that the Christ's breath moves
listen to this

One Regret

One regret that
I am determined
not to have
When I am lying upon my
death bed

Is that we did not kiss

The Woman I Love

Because the woman I love
lives inside of you,

I lean as close to your
body with my words as I can -
and I think of you all the
dear pilgrim.

Because the One I love
goes with you
wherever you go,
Hafiz will always be

If you sat before me, wayfarer,
with your aura bright from your many charms,
my lips could resist
rushing to you,
but my eyes, my eyes
can no longer hide
the wondrous fact of who
you really are.

The Beautiful One whom I adore
has pitched His royal tent
inside you,
so I will always lean my heart
as close to your soul
as I can.

***Hafiz really makes me laugh sometimes - he is so cheeky. See his poems below:

A Potent Lover

The sun and the moon shiver
When I drop my pants.
Of this potent

I Am Really Just a Tambourine


Makes the universe admit a
"I am
Really just a tambourine,
Grab hold,
Play me
Against your warm

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

News Flash: Garuda Plane Crash in Yogyakarta

I was going to post something warm & fuzzy today for our general well being but now this happens. At least 49 people are killed in this plane crash and it was reported that there were up to 10 Australians on board. My first reaction was to feel sad about this tragedy. Then I read the reports on what the Australian Prime Minister John Howard (see my posting on Barbarians at the Gate) said about the tragedy and I was very hard pressed to feel any sympathy for the Australians.

This is what this white supremacist Prime Minister said about the incident:-

"There is something about the death of one of your fellow countrymen in a distant place that affects you a bit more..... Its further affected when its related in some way to being on service for the country. I feel a particular responsibility for people who are in the defence forces, in the federal police, in the diplomatic service....One has a special sense of concern when it does involve these people."

These comments are from the man who is responsible for sending the Australian troops to bomb and burn the people of Iraq. He feels sad that a handful of Aussies got burnt in a plane tragedy and has no feelings that he is responsible for the burning carnage that was once Iraq and the 500,000 Iraqi men, women & children he is responsible for killing. And he wants to send more troops over! What gives him the right to feel that only Australian lives are important and that only Australians who get killed abroad deserves special attention. What about other people who get killed in their own country by Australians abroad - Australians whom he sent abroad, these defence forces whom he has a particular affection for?

The only sadness I felt was that John Howard and his Foreign Affairs Minister Alexander Downer was not in this burning carnage.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Love Came to Visit Me - by the Anomaly under Toad Exodus
(I wrote this after my usual contemplation during the weekend. It is quite normal to write poems or reflections during or after contemplation but it is the first time I am allowing anyone to read it. This is my most recent one.)

Amidst my pain
my anger
my despair
my anguish
Love came to visit me

I did not recognise his face at first
My vision, blurred by my tears
I asked him to go away
And let me wallow in my sorrow

But he would not go away
He stood there
Through my pain
my anger
my despair
my anguish.

I asked my Beloved to send him away.
This love is complicated.
This love is adding to my burdens.

My Beloved said to me:
"Love is only complicated if you fight it.
Walk towards it
And embrace it willingly
Let love's flames burn you
Only then you can see Me
Only then you can feel Me
Only then You are Me.

So do not be afraid
For this is what you asked of Me
I send you Love in many forms
It is up to you to recognise it.

There are no mistakes in loving
And who said pain is a bad thing?
That pain is to be avoided?

I thought you trusted Me
That I would take care of you
That I would lead you to Me
That is what I am doing
I am sending you love

It is not complicated
Run towards the flames
And let it consume you

Only then will you see Me
Only then will you be with Me
Only then will you be Me"
Hafiz: That's the Whole Idea

My friends have complained that they have been very depressed by my last few postings on world disorder so I will ease off this topic for a while. In fact, I'm in the midst of creating another blog and posting the more serious (yes, depressing stuff) on that blog and this one should (I hope) remain lighthearted. Those of you who want to read the more serious blog please email me at, tell me who you are etc and I will point you to the new blog.
Right now, I don't have anything lighthearted to post so I will post a poem by Hafiz for some Sufi healing for all of us ....

That's the Whole Idea

Fire has love for itself -
It wants to keep burning.

It is like a woman
Who is at last making love
To the person she most desires.

Find a Master who is like the Sun.

Go to His house
In the middle of the night.

Smash a window.
Act like a great burglar -
Jump in.

Gather all your courage -
Throw yourself into His bed!

He will probably kill you.

Fantastic -
That's the whole idea!