ya know, when it comes to the end of ramadan,
i always get misty-eyed.

it seems that this month has a penchant for
bringing out the melancholic streak in some
freaks. or normal guys n gals.

no discrimination here.

it is true that you can never do what you
did in ramadan. i, for example, would never
puasa on a 'sunat' basis. i'm not that
strong. if it's wajib, i'll do it. if it's
not, no sir..three bags full.

yes, it's a challenge to wake up and eat and
then go back to sleep again. it's hard not
to when you still got 1,2 hours of darkness
and you're groggy...and bloated, for that
matter...now, i do not subscribe to the
whole 'sahur' thing anymore. i'd just munch
on a biscuit and down a glass of water, and
i'm good for the day. what i really do is
i'd eat at 11pm until i'm full...well, full
is really stretching the truth as i'd just
eat as what a normal skinny guy would.

i just eat at 11pm.

it's kind of hard since you tend to munch
everything except for the kitchen sink as
soon as the azan is heard.

i just consume bubur lambuk.

with telur masin.

and some papaddams.

and anchovies.

my intestines are really having a vacation
in this ramadan.

you'll be working overtime soon, punks !!!

to all the people that i've sinned before,
please mail me with a list of my sins,
for i am to apologise for my actions,
failing of which, i will be burnt in hell.

so please reply.

you know where.

this cartoon never failed to
crack me up, man.it's like
good porn...

right now i'm supposed to be in my car,
driving home..

but i'm still at the office, waiting for
my turn in a meeting...it's apparently a
negotiation meeting with contractors to
fine-tune a few things in the contract
document...i know, it's shit-laden but
...what the hey, right?

it's the fasting month and one has to
be patient...up until maghrib...

Flatulence can be considered humorous to
some people, either due to the scent or
the sounds produced. Some find humor in
lighting farts, which is possible due to
the presence of flammables, such as methane,
though the process is very dangerous and
can result in internal anal combustion.

where o where have you been, my love?
where o where can you be?
it's been so long, since the moon has gone
and o what a wreck you've made me

are you there over the ocean?
are you there up in the sky?
until the return of my love
this lullaby

my hope is on the horizon
every face, it's your eyes i can see
i plead, i pray through each night and day
our embrace is only a dream

and as sure as days come from moments
each hour becomes a life's time
when she'd left
i'd only begun this lullaby

it's been exhausting work, preparing for
these 'exploration' activities in Ethiopia.

there is not much work, but dealing with
people....

ugh....

makes me wanna shoot myself in the head

shoot
shoot
shoot
pow!