The Babbling Bleating Old Man

Bye bye blogsome!

Just a reminder before dementia strikes me decades from now:

1. Never moved beyond the 20 km radius for about 9 months. Once out of Christchurch, drove about 1000 km from Wellington to Auckland. And yeah, doing the Tongariro Crossing at the National Park! Then traveled along the West Coast all the way up to Karamea. Tasman Sea was just breathtaking. Uncle Lim is da man!
2. Family came over. Had probably the best vacation ever. Probably one the best family moments in life, ever. Drove about 1,500 km. Pantagonia Ice-Cream, Tamaki Village, Hell’s Pizza and Graduation.
3. Ambleside Drive. Rotorua, Hamilton, Auckland. Graduation. Queenstown, Milford Sound, Franz Josef, Arthur’s Pass, Christchurch.
4. Speaking of Graduation, what a time it has been in CAPE of University of Canterbury.
5. 8.81, CMSA, flat 43 and the warm family. How are they doing right now?
6. Never studied/comprehended that hard before in life. Doing the impossible over and over again. Nothing was impossible after all.
7. ENCH 463, ENCH 460, ENCH 422, ENCH 421, ENCH 472, MGMT 101
8. ENCH 450, ENCH 471
9. The Legend - IAG.
10. AFU 819. I’m gonna miss you.
11. Bye bye Motorola. Hello Nokia.
12. Full Metal Alchemist and Big Bang Theory.
13. Stay hungry, stay foolish. Inch by inch, play by play, till I finish. Get up.
14. Back in Malaysia, 24th Dec 2010.
15. Part time teacher. BM and civics.
16. Jobless.

Son of Man look to the Skies.

A few years ago before my friend and I went separate ways after high school, he asked me, "What drives you?"

I replied, "My past."

The lesson realized after a few years:

You will be consumed by what drives you. The reason of your rise will the biggest threat of your downfall.

Life is a joke.
What is a joke?
A joke is closely related to laughter.
Then comes into question, what is laughter?

Laughter is a transducer of an emotion,
Physically an irritation of the vocal chords.
Most notably,
It is the essence of insanity.

Jokes are funny.
But they are not.
Because some jokes are funny,
While some jokes are not.
Not all jokes are funny my friend.

This is where I will begin again.
And let this joke be the later.
It will not be funny.
Never, although it may seem to be.

I finally understand.

When the Four meets the Seven, the Seven will be overturned.

I hate this feeling. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.

I made three oaths. And the third oath, will haunt me forever.

We move on in life. Although life goes on, some memories live with you forever. How I wish they will be here at the end the year. I know they will be watching Three more months, a perfect finish.

There is a tree. Not an ancient one but just a few decades old. The tree has no name but has its fame.

Every story has its beginning and every tree has one too. The tree couldn’t remember when it was rooted there, or why. Although the tree is just a few decades old, it does not look like one. The tree does not grow by calendar cycles or water. It grows by meeting spirits and people, old and news ones alike. The spot where the tree is rooted is in middle-path that connects different worlds.

The tree’s location is the tree’s uprise and demise at the same time. Meeting different spirits and people taught the tree from various perspectives. Nasty ones taught the tree nasty things. Cruel ones taught the tree cruel things. Noble ones taught the tree noble things. Kind ones taught the tree kind things. Knowing both sides of mirror altered the tree’s growth significantly.

People talk about the tree. Spirits talk about it too. They seek the tree to grant them wishes. They thought the tree is a magical artifact, in fact it is not. The wishes it grants, are from the things that the people and spirit gave him before. In fact, as more people and spirits seek the tree, the tree grows taller and stronger. The tree grew too much to a point when it realizes, there’s so much it has left behind.

To the tree, any passerby is a blessing as it is rooted to the spot, unable to move anywhere else. Being able to grant the people and spirits wishes, is not just a responsibility to the tree. To the tree, it takes them as a priviledge. A priviledge to be able to share its stories. A priviledge to give hope. A priviledge to be a friend.

The tree is growing old. It has been wondering lately, how will its life be if it can no longer grant any wishes. It is wondering, are the people and spirits talking to it because it makes them feel there is hope around. It is wondering, are the people and spirits talking to it because it makes them feel the impossible is nothing. It is wondering, is there anything it can offer when it can no longer grant wishes.

What if the tree cannot grant anymore wishes? Will the people and spirits still talk to the tree? What if the tree is not able to speak anymore?

I got this story from a friend. To me, in the end, I think I the tree will just be any ordinary tree. It will provide the shade when needed. It will provide the wood when required. When it is old, it will be fallen and that is the end of it. Never be taken genuinely.