Enough

An empty room can be so deafening,
The silence makes you wanna scream,
It drives you crazy.
I chased away the shadows of your name,
And burned the picture in a frame,But it couldn't save me.
And how could we quit something we never even tried,
Well you still can't tell me why.

We built it up,
To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,You stole my life,
Just to find what you're looking for.

But no matter how I try,I can't hate you anymore....I can't hate you anymore.
Your not the person who you used to be,
The one I want who wanted me,
And that's a shame but,
There's only so many tears that you can cry.
Before it drains the light right from your eyes
,And I can't go on that way.
And so I'm letting go of everything we were,
It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

We built it up,
To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,
You stole my life
,Just to find what you're looking for.

But no matter how I try,
I can't hate you anymore.
Sometimes you hold so tight,
It slips right through your hands.
Will I ever understand?

We built it up,To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,You stole my life,
Just to find what you're looking for.

But no matter how I try,
I can't hate you anymore.

Thanksgiving Without Turkey

Thanks for the wild turkey and

the passenger pigeons, destined

to be shit out through wholesome

American guts.

Thanks for a continent to despoil

and poison.

Thanks for Indians to provide a

modicum of challenge and

danger.

Thanks for vast herds of bison to

kill and skin leaving the

carcasses to rot.

Thanks for bounties on wolves

and coyotes.

Thanks for the American dream,

To vulgarize and to falsify until

the bare lies shine through.

Thanks for the KKK.

For nigger-killin' lawmen,

feelin' their notches.

For decent church-goin' women,

with their mean, pinched, bitter,evil faces.

Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers.

Thanks for laboratory AIDS.

Thanks for Prohibition and the

war against drugs.

Thanks for a country where

nobody's allowed to mind their

own business.

Thanks for a nation of finks.

Yes, thanks for all the

memories-- all right let's see

your arms!

You always were a headache and

you always were a bore.

Thanks for the last and greatest

betrayal of the last and greatest

of human dreams.

William S Burroughs

Of NOT Sleeping With The Fishes - A Sandy Tale

As usual, friends ask me Monday morning : "How was it", whenever I come back from a dive trip. This is what I sent to them this morning :

Yesterday morning we went to dive spot "Pinang " and did another fairly long swim under water over some of Malaysia 's finest mud plain to reach another pinnacle. There we found some good stuff, corals, sponges, rocks, lots of fish and also a fishing net hooked on so many coral structures.

It had snagged on the bottom. The crew of the fishing boat that had cast it just cut it loose for convenience sake and it dropped down to the seabed and covered and smothered corals. It also trapped some fish that swam into it unwittingly. Our Dive Master (DM) started to slice away at the net with passion and our newbie companion Sandhosh (just 10 or so dives) didn't know what to do or whether to do anything at all, so he watched, while I started to sever the thicker rope of the net at some points.

Then he spotted a little yellow fish caught in the filaments of the net that was pulled up in the water column by some buoyant float ball. He signaled DM "got fish trapped here". DM signaled 'leave it, its almost dead'. Sandhosh didn't take no for an answer and signaled back 'no, still breathing'. So I swam up to him and the fish and true, it still breathed and struggled. Sandhosh held the net taut below and above the fish, so that it could not move so much. Then I held it gently in my gloved hand and slipped my famous cheapskate shears under single filaments, that almost cut into the fish' flesh and cut them. After 3 cuts the fish was free and zipped out and 2m away. He stopped there, appearing confused, then turned around and swam up to Sandhosh, stopped in front of Sandhosh chest, looked at him, and swam off. You should have seen the look of pure delight on Sandhosh' face. The dive did not look as if it was going to be spectacular, what with the long swim over a non-descript mud bottom, but the fish net mission made the day for our buddy.

By "Ros"

The Call of the Bar

"But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize. Their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted"

Neil Gaiman

It was long. And it was hard. And the price was really too steep. But I was here, finally.

My guests were people who believed in me. That was really important.

In retrospect, everything that happened was for the best. A necessary evil, as Adeline would say. And of that I am glad.

Do I still want it? Yes. I do. Very much so. And get it I shall.

Traditional "In Front of Supreme Court Shot"

Old is Gold - The Old Supreme Court Makes A Much Better Backdrop

Yes Now We Officially Get To Look Down On Everyone

Everything In Perspective - My New Motto

We Were Like Ships Passing By In The Night - Ahoy There Mate!

Requisite Proud "Parents" Shot - Isn't Saad Looking Dapper? Tee Hee

Knock Knock Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Prison Break! - The Deputy Public Prosecutor Makes A Run For It!

C'mon Saad! - I Need To Practice!

Adam Joins the Bar/Birthday Lunch After - Yes It Was In July! I Am THAT BackBlogged