Black and White

Black and white. 2 colours that cannot exist without the other, though some would argue that white is not a colour, but a colourless feature. I'm not going into a debate with them, accepting their point as it is.

Black and white. In the world of movies, they remind me of Charlie Chaplin. However, I was never into b&w movies. I am, on the other hand, a fan of b&w still pictures such as the one below.

Reflection of a pillar on a rain-soaked walkaway.

The thing about b&w stills, is that they invite 1,001 thoughts and questions, and may be interpreted in perhaps as many. I find this especially true when the still has a human subject in a pose which one may find intriguing. Stripped of colour which distracts a viewer's mind, the subject of the still comes to the fore and provokes the mind into a deep thought. Sometimes though, there is none or a need for any; a simple look is all that is called for. The same, sadly, cannot be said for certain black and white subject.

Apart from being use as a slang for the police force (notably US), b&w is also a term to denote documents which may be enforceable by law. The ink used to write or type a document is normally in black and set against the white backdrop of a paper. Hence, you get people exclaiming 'lets see it in black and white first', referring to an arrangement between 2 or more parties. This, as mentioned, can be enforceable by law. Or perhaps, the written law itself.

As many are aware now, in their bid to stem the rising opposition against their greedy and mindless rule in Malayisa, the Sarkas are beginning to step up their pace again. The law, to them, are meaningless, and only meant to be used towards achieving their goal, and the suppression of democracy in Malaysia.

LanH writes (read here) how a kindergarten's case is being blown totally out of proportion. PASTI, or Pusat Asuhan Tunas Islam, is a preschooling system run by members of PAS, in hope of instilling Islamic values into the children enrolled there - the children are taught simple prayers and moral. However, since the Sarkas view them differently for fear that these children will grow up with strong political leanings towards PAS, local authorieties(LA) are being used to deny or cease the operation of PASTI in their area, like the one mentioned by LanH regarding the PASTI in Melaka.

It does seem sickening that a simple case of being ACCUSED operating without a CF has led the case to be mentioned under Criminal Act, and is being heard in the High Courts! I may be able to agree should the LA stick the operators with a summon IF the PASTI there is operating as accused! But to use the High Courts and labelled as criminal proceeding? Have all the authorities have nothing better (or worse) to look into? Or, are they, like what the Botak Minister implied, afraid of catching real crooks and criminals, only to change his Parliamentary Statement later with a different story regarding the closure of the Police Beat in Chow Kit? And perhaps, that is how this high ranking Police Officer learn to tell a lie.

Read Malayasian Joe here, and took the video below from here.



In commerating the BERSIH 10-11 March, a group of citizens gathered in PJ. While they were singing the NegaraKu, the police rushed in to disperse the law abiding citizens who was standing still to the national anthem...and the police were not! If you remember the inverted flag episode, wouldn't you agree now it is the police who is 'kurang ajar'? Worse still, the Selangor Police Chief denies the incident, not knowing perhaps, it was recorded as in above.

So now, apart from lying crooks and criminals and ameno ministers and members, we also have the police lying to the honest citizens too! Pray tell, who can we believe in now?

My nephew, Aiman, snapped the picture of the guy above. Perhaps, this guy is wondering about the state of affairs in Malaysia, where many rakyat still do not see the true colour of the treacherous ameno and their many goons.

A Protes I Will Miss

They say, before a boxer or a fighter delivers his killing blow to his opponent, the boxer would first deliver a 'diversionary' punch that would

1. distract his opponent's attention,
2. weaken the opponent, or
3. cause the opponent's confidence to inflate and making him think he's indestructible.

If the diversion works and the punch lands on the desired spot, then hell, that's a bonus! If the punch is blocked and fails in its objective, then it is still considered a success as the opponent's attention is diverted and his guard drops momentarily. It is within that single time frame when this happens, is the moment when the boxer would muster all the strength he has and deliver a telling blow that ought to bring the fight to end.

This same strategy is also said to have been used by military strategist throughout the ages and perhaps was a leaf taken from Sun Szu's Art of War Doctrine which states "Should the enemy strengthen his van, he will weaken his rear; should he strengthen his rear, he will weaken his van; should he strengthen his left, he will weaken his right; should he strengthen his right, he will weaken his left. If he sends reinforcements everywhere, he will everywhere be weak." To be honest, I don't know. I was never a military strategist, nor have I been a fighter. The only art of self defence I managed to learn by myself is a Malay silat called "Silat Langkah Seribu." Perhaps I will touch on this later as I do not distract you from the main issue.

Tomorrow at 3pm, Protes will be holding a protest against the oil price hike in Malaysia which has led to the increase of several essential consumer items such as flour, oil and a few more. And this in turn has led to the rising prices in flour-based items and even caused cooking oil shortage. Though the protest to be held somewhere near the KLCC tomorrow will in no way - to borrow a phrase MB likes to us - affect the price of pork belly in the market, it will nevertheless still be held as a sign of the rakyat's displeasure on the matter.

When the first protest was held sometime last year at the same place as tomorrow, webtv8 and I were able to attend and record the entire event. Perhaps, due to another protest march held at the same time and place - The Condemnation of the Prophet's (s.a.w.) Caricature in several European countries - there were no untoward incidents even though the police did try to intimidate with their helicopters flying dangerously low especially in view of the tall buildings in the vicinity. Still, the protesters held on till the end and then disbursed peacefully after that. However, tomorrow may see a different kind of ending to the protest, especially in view of the much anticipated upcoming election. And sadly, I may have to give it a miss on the accounts of my leg, though I am very sure my brothers-in-arms at webtv8 will be there in full force. I ask my friends here to pray for the safety of the protesters tomorrow. Irrespective of the outcome, I take it as a blessing already, insyAllah.

To me, the protest tomorrow may be likened to the strategy mentioned above. Though it may have never been planned to be such, the opportunity of striking such blow came our way when the blundering DPM said the opposition and the rakyat should use places such as Bukit Jalil to hold our gathering. We will be holding to his words even if the police once again deny the permit for a gathering, as they had for the November 10, ISA Virgil, and even the protest tomorrow.

For tomorrow, if the protesters succeed to the end without police provocation, then they would have made their voice heard again to the world, especially to the people in KL. And should there be police provocation and blood is drawn as it was in Batu Buruk, it would be the spark for a bigger turnout on February 23, insyAllah. The momentum built hopefully would carry through to the General Election which many say will be in March. Which ever way you look at it, it is the rakyat who will win in the end.

As for me, my leg should heal sufficiently to run around for the event on February 23, as I did on November 10, and the first Protes march earlier.

Now, back to the 'Silat Seribu Langkah', should anyone not be aware of such art, then I will gladly impart my knowledge for a nominal fee of...shall we put it at RM,500? Hey! Its a one in a lifetime deal! No? Well, ok, you don't know what you are missing.

UPDATE 9pm: For further info on the protest, please visit squeak, squeak, squeak and Roslan SMS.

10-11: 22 Days After.

Foremost, before going into the serious stuff, I apologise if you find the snapshot I recently downloaded a hindrance. In searching for news material, I inadvertently downloaded snapshot. Kindly bear with me awhile till I either find its correct usage - hopefully someone will be able to teach me of its proper function or help me rid it.


Hmm...now when I come to think about it, the above is the serious stuff! Everything else after that is a joke! Take democracy for instance, its the biggest joke in the whole wide world! Only arseholes stand up for the rights of others. Well, arseholes and angels, that is. Oops! I keep forgetting I'm one of them. No, not the angel, but the...you know what.

Now, I have a feeling this is going to be a pretty long entry. Thus my advice to you is to get yourself something to bite and come back with a glass of, well, whatever you drink. Remember, you have been warned! And I do hear a whisper or two asking how I know this will be long. Well, since I like to add nonsensical in between the real thing, believe me, IT WILL be long.

Ready? Here goes...

Take a look at the below, and tell me it does not apply to Malaysia.

I would not blame you if you say no since politics is not your cup of tea. But kindly let me fill you in on the situation.

Somewhere within the Constitution of Malaysia states that the maximum age the Head of Suruhanjaya Pilihan Raya (SPR) can serve is 65 years old. Suddenly, now that the General Election looms near, the ruling regime decided that they want his service to continue and for that alone, will seek an amendment to the constitution to push the age limit to 66! I mean, hello! Don't tell me that amongst the 26 million people in Malaysia, only that Rashid fella knows how to run an election? Hmm...let me rephrase that: Don't tell me that Rashid is the only goon in Malaysia who do NOT know how to run an election? Yup! That sounds more like it. Apart from wanting to reappoint a goon to the post, the very move smack of abuse of power: to amend the constitution suiting the favour of the regime!

Thus, in a bid to stop such abuse, BERSIH will hold a protest gathering on Tuesday, December 11. This time there will be no march but a peaceful gathering right in front of the Parliament. If you are feeling up to it, come on over and join the party! But before you do, perhaps you would like to watch this video clip which I, ahem, borrowed from ntbn.wordpress.

Do watch it to the end and I'm pretty sure you're recognise many parts of it.


As I mentioned above, this is a peaceful gathering in a mark of protest against the abuse of power by the regime to amend the constitution at its whims and fancy, and to suit its need! But somehow I suspect, the regime would not take to this. And its not that they were kind during the 10-11 March, but they faced 2 obstacles which curtailed their effort to end the march even before it began.

One, a higher authority was reportedly to have issued a warning NOT to impede the march. This in probability took the regime off guard. The other, the Police were reportedly split down the middle with the new directive and the regime feared a backlash by the people on a bigger scale. How far this is true, perhaps only in due time we will know. But so long as the regime remains in power, Malaysians can expect to be subjected as mindless serfs and nothing more.

Thus, with the HINDRAFF show of might on the last Sunday of November, and the pissed off look and voice of Abdullah on the news last night, I do expect the situation leading to the below:

To the regime, this gathering might be the legitimate excuse they need to exercise their power. And off course, the mainstream media will later hail them as the Saviour of the nation, twisting or putting half-truths of the words of an influential figure. And soon after, the regime will hold a General Election as per below:

But whether they will succeed depends on you, the People of Malaysia. For the plight that afflicts some, may afflict you later.


And so, before the below becomes of you,


perhaps it better for you to think out of the box (like the 2 cats below):


Perhaps the question that comes to you mind now is "What can we do?"

Well, it would be great for you to come and join us on that day in front of Parliament. But if you can't, perhaps you should do this then:

That's right, boycott their media! This is the first step towards the dismantling of the regimes power; the boycott of the suppression and brainwashing of the minds of the people of Malaysia! It was proved to be effective during the 1997 crisis but sadly the momentum to carry through did not follow. This time, together, let's make it work!

There! That was long wasn't it? But before I skedaddle out of here, I would like you to read this lovely poem written by a very dear friend of mine. My apologies for not being able to disclose her identity as she wrote this not in defiance to the regime, but as a plead to all for peace and security for the homeland she knows. However, history has shown that peace and security of a nation does not go hand-in-hand with corruption and abuse of power. Sooner or later, one will have to make way. Which...? You decide.

Apakah khabarnya tanahirku?
Sering kutanya pada diriku
Apakah bahagia perihal dirimu
Ataupun menangis tidak berlagu
Kesal rakyatmu tidak sebulu
Berseteru, berkelahi , enggan bersekutu!
Sampainya hati menindas saudaramu!!
Ke mana hilangnya semangat bersatu?

Ibu pertiwi menangis lagi
“Bilakan berakhir episod ini?
Tidak cukupkah perutku ini dicemari?
Dengan dendam dan rusuhan yang tidak berhenti?
Sembahlah Tuhan, pujilah Ilahi
Insya-Allah Agama menyucikan hati
Daripada benci, dengki dan korupsi tersembunyi
Agar sama tinggi kita berdiri - satu hari nanti”

A Blog Shelved, A Blog Born.

I had initially wanted to make a picture blog dedicated to November 10. Though I received several more pictures and links, executing the idea could not take place. This, is either I'm not too bright or the mechanism does not allow it.

What I had I mind was to dedicate a page each from the various sources. Then I i discovered that though that is possible, the titles would disappear with time, leaving only the months of each entry visible instead. It would be better than to just put the links and let anyone have a peek when they want to. Thus I decided to shelve the idea.

Now, I'm quite sure an inquisitive mind or two wonder why on earth would I want to create this said blog in the very first place. Good question!

As a moderator for several political e-groups, I have many times received requests from subscribers to have certain pictures delivered as attachment to their email addresses. The pictures they received embedded within emails, are of different system and thus, does not appear.

Next question you may be tempted to ask: why don't these people just surf the net and go to the links?

Well, you would be surprised to learn that the net is still a whole new world for many Malaysians - the inter-net penetration is still at a less than the desired figure in Malaysia! Many Malaysians still rely on their office connection. Further, many offices restrict the connection to receiving emails only and perhaps one or 2 other uses. Worse, the government-related-corporations, uses key-words to block out news which are deemed 'unhealthy'. I say this from th 3 years of experience as a moderator and many times feel compelled to oblige such request mentioned earlier. And this gave birth to the idea of a dedicated 10 November blog which sadly, has to be shelved for the moment. In lieu, another was born...

Many times I have noticed certain emails by individuals are exceptionally good but does not receive much response. Sometimes, the news are a combination of 2 sources such as 'Banding: 2 Contoh Kehidupan Rakyat Malaysia'. Another would be like the missing file for Kampung Berembang court case, which unfortunately happened during the heat of November 10. Then, there's the individual's email as I mentioned earlier. Call me a romantic fool or even by any other names, but I find them worth the effort to put in safekeeping less I forget later.

Strangely, no sooner had I put up the blog - News You May Have Missed - it received some 183 hits! Hello! How the hell did these people know about this new blog? Never mind...

By the way, whilst constructing the blog, I decided to experiment with some free widgets. Thus, if it is somewhat unsightly now, do not give it much heed. InsyAllah, in time, it will be better (I pray).

A New Blog

Just a short one here.

I'm in the midst of collecting pictures of 10-Eleven, that's the new name for November 10, coined by several bloggers already! Anyway, if you have pictures - other than those blogs at my main page and readscentral - kindly send them to my friend at salam.aman@yahoo.com.my . If the pictures are already on a blog, then just send the url or leave a note at my comment box. Thanks.

* This one below just came in via email of an egroup. Feast your eyes! :)

The Best Syawal - Another Hero!

Like any major battle, there are numerous heroes who's contribution and dedication towards the realisation of a common struggle or belief are sometimes not known to the public; here's another one I found at Haris.



"Amri, it was an honour to walk with you." - Haris

* If the picture does not appear, click on Haris.

The Best Syawal, Yet!

[Update below]

I thought when I left high school, I left behind my days as a military cadet brandishing a weapon on my shoulder. But no, that was not to be. Though the weight of the new weapon I use is not as heavy as the m16, or the HK33, or even the SLR, it can be an unnecessary burden especially when one has to march double quick time over a distance of what, 2-3 kilometers? Except now, instead of shooting blanks or live bullets, I shoot footages of film with a video camera that is as large and cumbersome as holding a baby hippopotamus. And with the rain that drops at its own fancy - sometimes heavy, sometimes a drizzle - I have very little choice but to shoulder it like in a real military drill. Hmm...I definitely need to learn how to be an armchair general after this. But for now...

Several of the participants agreed that this has to be one of the best Syawal! No, really! I mean, for many of us there, we've never been to the Istana's open house. Suddenly today, there we were by the thousands in a sea of yellow that drowned the assortment of other colours worn by several. This, despite the threats of action by the Police and Paklah himself; despite the sms and email fabrication of either the postponement or change of venue sent by quarters wanting to fail this march! And let's not forget the truly frightening presence of the Police all dressed in battle fatigues and (the FRUs' especially) looking like a legion of time-warped samurais! Brrr...I suddenly shiver not with the cold of the persistent rain, but the thoughts of unwanted incidents that could have developed.

By 2.30 pm when the march reached Masjid Negara, Wak - my newspartner and the livewire of webtv8 - had handed to me one of the 2 large video cameras. And so off we went our separate ways with him covering the front section of the march and me, being the a regular Tail-end Charlie that I am, the middle to rear.

The song 'Malaysia Ku Berjaya', would have been most apt were it to be adapted to honour this march - the participants having come from every state in Malaysia, with a particular Cikgu Bard making a trip all the way from South Korea! And the march itself, it did not start from one particular venue as planned, but from several places which include The Sogo, Central Market, Masjid Jamek, and off course, Masjid Negara. When they converged, they measured nearly a kilometer long body of people marching for the democratic rights of a fair and open election! A truly magnificent sight of unity and bravery moulded into place by men, women and even children of different race, belief, and walk of life; one that was forged not out any rewards but the want of a truly fair and free election as promised under the constitution, and not tarnished as it has been for the many elections prior.

Rocky reported the event was covered by many local and international media houses including AlJazeera. Many bloggers such as Sheih, alkerohi, DSAI, Elizabeth Wong, Jeff Ooi, Ust Nash Tantawi who looked like a rocker yesterday, Ancient Mariner too joined the march and have already blogged it, while many others will follow suit soon (blogger and activist bakaq suffered minor injuries resulting from the chemical-laced water canon). Apart from the provoke fracas at the Masjid Jamek, the march went on peacefully right up to the Istana where the petition was handed over to an official there. Thus, in many ways, it was a resounding successful march, one that was served only as an appetiser...leaving me with littles else to report. The main meal, has yet to be decided upon!

In a way it was rather disappointing. I, for one, had thought this day would mark my first experience in a police lock-up. A frightening thought it may sound to some, but hey, I was thinking, with the extra weight I put up during Raya-ing, the meager food ration of the police lock-up would trim my body to a somewhat impressive physique by December 10! But it was not to be, and now I have to start some light workouts so that by that date, this important person I would dearly like to meet will not think I am an overstuffed potato jacket! Hmm....but I can't get to working out as yet.

In my subconscious mind, I still think I am teen-ager. Thus yesterday, I was like running, walking double quick time, jumping and clambering all over to get to vantage spots for the video shots...until we started to make our way back to Masjid Negara, that is. Only then I realised I must have sprained my left ankle(again!) and could only hobble back like a wounded soldier limping back from a battle where the distance must have been over one thousand steps...one thousand agonising steps! This morning, that very same left ankle is swollen and my right shoulder blades is aching no end. What, juggling between the camera and an umbrella, I must have looked like a bloody jester in a royal court! If by chance you notice from the many pictures and video-shots of the march, a video cameraman shooting with one hand and holding a blue Celcom umbrella with the other, well, that's the cakapaje jester guy :)

Like I mentioned in the previous posting, sorry no pics guys! But there'll a heck lot of videos, I'm pretty sure. Just scroll down the list in readscentral, and I'm sure you'll some.

Till the next event whatever it may be, this is cakapaje reporting from talkonly :)


Update 5.45pm: After reading Roslan_S and harakahdaily,
I fully agree that the real heroes for the are the members of Unit Amal. They were amongst the first to arrive and were the last to leave. Apart from forming human chain and even barriers between the Police and participants, they directed pedestrians and traffic to ensure a smooth flow of both, assisted any one in distress, and last but not least, made a sweep of the meet points as well as along the whole stretch of the streets used, to collect any rubbish that might have been unwittingly thrown by the participants. Kudos to them, the volunteers of Unit Amal! May Allah s.w.t. bless and guide them to the righteous path.

The Best Syawal - Appetiser

Picures, courtesy of Harakahdaily and Suara Keadilan Online. Sorry guy, I did not have a still camera with me. Wish I had though...Anyway, if the editor at webtv8 do find the time, they'll edit and add my video shots to their news. You should have been there :)

Only The Mountain Stands Forever

Only The Mountain Stands Forever
- Old Native American


I believe it was James Michener who borrowed the saying for his book 'Centenial', which later became a hit mini-series in the 1980's. But like most adapted play, watching the series was not half exciting as reading the story itself. With vision, one is imprisoned with the images that float in front of one's eyes; with words, the vision conjured in one's mind is free from any visual corruption, limited only by the ability of one's mind to perceive the literature, and perhaps the words spoken. I, was one of those mesmerised by the words of Michener.

But strangely, it was not any of his best selling novels that capture my heart most, but a short story published in a Readers Digest publication of the late 1960's with the title I vaguely remember as "The Carpet Seller from Kandahar". Forgive me, its been so long ago since I read it that the copy itself is now lost through not only the ravages of time, but life itself as well.

Its a wonderful true life story of how Michener, whilst traveling in Afghanistan, became captivated by the persistence and humbleness of a traveling Afghan carpet seller. The courtship of selling took both, Michener and the Afghan, several days to conclude with the latter narrating tales of wonder which had Michener, a master of words, bedazzled. Toward the end, based on Michener's fame and the Afghan trust in him, they parted company each with a memento of their own - for Michener, the tales woven by the Afghan, while the Afghan carried a hand-drawn check by Michener, promising the amount agreed for the carpet; the carpet itself, Michener had taken as a forlorn item which the Afghan had promised to ship to his address.

Not long after his return to the US, Michener took delievery of the very same carpet he had purchased above, which prompted him to check with his bank manager regarding the hand-drawn check, but was told nothing of such matter arise as yet. A year or 2 down the line with Michener himself having forgotten about the check, the bank manager called on the very matter itself and seek instructions. Michener smiled to himself and asked the bank to approve the check.

"The old man," Michener thought "must have used the check - and Michener's name - to strengthen the tales of his sales to countless other people!". Still the point remains, that the trust given in the transaction was kept in earnest; an amanah that was kept by both parties from extreme ends - one a non-muslim and a master of literature, and the other, a semi literate muslim who lives the rugged life of the Afghan countryside. Yet, each honour the other as demanded in the teachings of Islam.

Tomorrow, the 10 November, the people of Malaysia will meet in Dataran Merdeka and walk to the Palace to seek amends for the broken amanat of a truly fair and free general election that has been reneged by the ruling party! For too long many quarters in Malaysia has suffered from the arrogance and corrupt practice found not only in the elections, but also in the administration of the country. The people has lost faith and now seek the King's intervention.

People of Malaysia, come and join us. If it is not for your own, then for your future generation's sake! Do not let corruption be our way of life for you too hold an amanah from Allah to hold true to your belief, and the teachings contain within!

Only the mountains stand forever? Nay! For all will crumble at a time Allah decree it to be so! Including the regime of the Barisan Nasional!

The Choice Is Yours!

1.


2.



After failing to find the original version of the song on Imeem, I've decided to put 2 renditions of it for your listening pleasure. To me, its decidedly tricky; though I love BJ, somehow he does not seem to connect here. Then, there's the piano instrumental which have me craving - and I mean like clawing my desk and crying deep inside me for an upright now!

Do not get me wrong, I have not a single doubt that should I find an upright now, the sounds emanating would very much be like an orangutan banging away at the keys! That's how long I've not touched one! Anyway, the choice is yours. And while you're listening, perhaps you'd like to sing to it too.

Lyrics.
When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground

***.***

Like it? I sincerely hope you do, because I'm dreaming. I am dreaming that this song is being sung by those macaques currently helming Malaysia. Yes, those guys calling themselves the government! Oh! Except for the first 2 and the last 2 lines, which we - the rakyat - will sing to them.

Maybe it is a dream that will happen. But right now, I'm hyping myself for the day, the 10 November! And I hope I am not alone in this dream. And I pray that you too will be there when it happens...10 November! Its very much like the songs above, the choice is yours.

Make the right one!

With You I'm Born Again

It does not come even close; this rendition by a Philippine duet that is. The deep male voice of Billy Preston and haunting siren of Syreeta, struck deep into me when I first heard some 26 years ago in a place so far away from here.

With the passage of time, it too, was swept away like a flotsam in a swift flowing river of life. And all of a sudden, the song - this song - came rushing back into my mind, and with it, memories of the past.

No, this rendition does not even come close. But it is, the best amongst the choice made available at Imeem.


Lyrics.
Come bring me your softness
Comfort me through all this madness
Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again

Come give me your sweetness
Now there's you, there is no weakness
Lying safe within your arms, I'm born again

I was half, not whole
In step with none
Reaching through this world
In need of one

Come show me your kindness
In your arms I know I'll find this
Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again
Lying safe with you I'm born again

Come bring me your softness
Comfort me through all this madness
Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again

Come give me your sweetness
Now there's you, there is no weakness
Lying safe within your arms, I'm born again
Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again

I was half, not whole
In step with none
Reaching through this world
In need of one

Come show me your kindness
In your arms I know I'll find this
Woman, don't you know, with you I'm born again
Lying safe with you I'm born again

***.***

This song played here is a dedication.

I have no doubt that some may think it is to a particular woman. Though my heart longs for it to be so, sadly no, it is not. This song, is a dedication to November 10 - the day of reckoning for Malaysia. Perhaps, should I live pass this date, may Allah s.w.t. grant me that which my heart longs for.