Drumming From a Distance
10 01 2008
As he continue his journey, he starting to hear the drum beats clearer and clearer with each step he takes. He turns the his loyalist and he catches him smiling delightfully.
The full moon has come, they sang as he looks more visible. The full moon has come, they continue to sing. As all eyes glued at him.
Children keep jumping to get a better ‘over the shoulder’ view of him. The women holding the glass of milk to celebrate the arrival. The men holding their sharp knives ready to prepare the feast for him.
Suddenly my eyes caught the reflection of the sun on the edge of one of the knife.
My mind rushed to the distance memory many months ago, when someone relates to him about her dream. A bad dream. Dozens on men surrounded him ready to give him the final blow. Is that dream becoming a reality today, right here, right now.
Is this the way they going to butcher his short but illustrious political career. Is he going to be another political victim just because he is doing the best he can this country that he love so much and to see all Malaysian get what they actually deserves.
As he walks, I gather my courage and try to keep with his pace. The knife becoming more visible and worrying me as I take each calculated steps. Will him, the man that his name itself brought the meaning of the tip of the sword will be able to withstand this final moment that should mark his last few steps towards the pinnacle of his career?
As fast as the lightning my hand grab his arm. He turns to me and whisper, “This is it my brother, this is it”, in the moment of confusion, I manage to stare at his face. Then I see, something that I haven’t seen before, He is in obvious pain. I turn away and realized that, blood already dropping from the knife.
I turn again and I can now see his is bleeding profusely. The strike must be so fast, that it came without any of us noticing it. Amid all the confusion, he grabs my shoulder, “be with me brother, be with me!”
“Be strong brother, be strong for me”, he continues.
“Dato’! Dato’!” I yell. “Praise the Al Mighty!” he said.
I stared at the ceiling, and realized, it was a bad dream. A very bad dream.
Sheih ate too much and went to sleep.
That’s’ why he dream like that…but without such dreams…….how is he going to play his next movie?
So he purposely eat and sleep……to create more dreams. Most movie makers do that….hahahahahaha
haiya..! you got too much of SoiLek or Hisham ?
“Drumming from Distance..” I thought you were talking about dooms day. Then.. again, you must be talking about someone.. aiya, reminds me about my sastera time la.., got prawns di sabalik batu.. Kept my imagination runs wild for a short time. The next time, share your wet dreams with us too..
p/s: just kidding…fren
Happy Holiday to All. Happy Ma’al Hijrah to all Muslims !!!
First it is a pile of cow dung.
Found them!! Beat the drums to tell all junglemen……..’”This is sheih. Come see what I found!… cow dungs. If there are cow dungs…there are cows….and all must come to help me catch the cows”‘
All came…tracked down the herd of cows….caged them….and the mentri besar…or cheif name….. Pas-tan…gave his beautiful virgin..16 year old sexy 5′11″…daughter name…Ayam…to 5′6″..Sheih…now call Shai-tan…and was instructed to make sure Shai-tan be elected…coming election time…to prepare himself be a bigger Shai-tan in the holy country….that smoke alot of cigarettes.
it is very difficult to be honest during these days, people talk and preach about good values, but they do not even try to live according to what they talk.
it is very difficult even to live a life of a practising muslim; yet it is much easier to condemn others for their wrong doings.
it is difficult to combat our own inner firaun. yet it is much easier to slay others for their short comings.
Maybe the safest place for muslim in the presence setting is in the middle of his house,” will come upon you a time contains a lot tribulations, trials that are darker than the darkness of the night, when a man that sit is better/safer than a man that stand, a man that stand is safer than a man that walk, a man that walk his safer than a man that run, so find you hiding place”
Sheih, Allah is everywhere and see everthing. He will take a good care of the state and always protect those who love the beautiful Serambi Mekah. We must seek for more protection from the real ‘Protector’ of ‘alamin.
(I won’t make any comment on police’s protection. I think each and every reader know better than me)
everyone (all of us, the MPs, etc) should be more careful and aware of the satans and those satan-heart people. They will do everything to ruin the state and our people.
Victoria is wise not to depend on police protections….and the country is very safe…as those out to ruin the country…and we know who they are….don’t we….Victoria….fat chance!!
We did make the terrible mistake to give them 4 years more….and YES…the signs of ruins are all so clear….but thank God…election must come very soon. They can delay a long as they want…and keep using all the hours….days… weeks and months….to keep bullshitting the public…but all are quite clear who to vote….not like before.
The minds of vast majority millions want a change of government.
We had enough of race and religion politics…..played out for 50 years..by corrupted hypocrites. Sick people of Asia we are now known. Lets change it.
Any simple tips on how to read literature? By the way, i’ll try to read this article a couple more times…
Well, no wonder you are in the movie industry..
I had alwiz been thought from young that what happened in your dreams, the opposite would happen in real life. Death in a dream signifies long life… Unless you were having a nightmare after seeing something dreadful in real life, or in this case, are you expecting something dreadful?
I believe (and hope) that you were having a dream and I could foresee a new MB for kelate. Sheih can take comfort in that.
MB stands for Menteri Besar lah monty.
(Premonitions are different. I had one but could not interpret it coz it involved too many names with no faces).
sorry… thats “taught”
Jeancumlately wrote:-
(Premonitions are different. I had one but could not interpret it coz it involved too many names with no faces).
A.N.: Thank You for makin’ my point! http://elviza.wordpress.com/2007/07/04/this-thing-called-love/#comments
Ancut ..Thanks for the info.
Did visit elviza blog..and that site about true love is interesting. I cannot help …but put out my comment.
Thanks again.
Dream can sometimes be a private message your subconscious mind send to you and it rarely mearnt for others. Just for musing, here is an interesting interpretation for death in your dream. Remember, it is not an absolute truth.
Death
To dream about the death of a (loved) one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the (loved) one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life.?
To dream of your own death, indicates a transitional phase in your life. You are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Alternatively, you are trying desperately to escape the demands of your daily life.
Ah you notice! Its hardly a secret. But two is not exactly many…
Really hate us? Or just a chemical reactions…
That is a good info w9. I dreamt about being dead when I was nine years old and woke up crying. I was never so scared of the possibility that I would not be able to play with my friends again.
I am still alive but just as scared. How many times we were there in a room full of strangers we thought were our friends…
Sheih… husam seems like a nice friend to have. He have that honest smile and a hunk too.
Oh dear Monty, u don’t have to thank me, but thank yourself, coz u might be the only one I perceived of al least maintanting that ‘handle’ in an ever confusing universe (others might just called it the blogospehere).
Yes, Over the time and again I have been noticing two or more persons chatting, trading criticisms, and bitter exchanges of what seems to be a single soul. What a pseudo-emphatic masquarade, isn’t it?
A bit babyfaced looker also isn’t it, or she haven’t reach puberty?
To be honest with you Jeancumlately, u thought Ancut nyamai and I are the same person. That is ABSOLUTELY WRONG.
And to be very honest to you, I respect you and 1 thing I promise i won’t do again is-ROUND 2.
I rarely frequent here. I only trade some remarks with Monty on “Abraham”. sorry if I ever offended u again Jean. I mean it.
Jean said she wants to work till age 32 and retire.
What type of business woman work till that age to retire….unless not a business woman at all…but a profession that finds age 32 already too old….no more customers.
Sophia said more than once… Husam is attractive and what a man!! Suggest Husam don’t fall into the trap…hahahahaha
“Sophia said more than once… Husam is attractive and what a man!! Suggest Husam don’t fall into the trap…hahahahaha”-Monterbal
No offence to u old man, but u r really at lost for that meaning. It’s an innuendo only if u follow, u will get ehat it meant.
HH… I’ll take it in good faith and thanks sheih for deleting that posting about me or sofia being a slut. I’ll just pretend that I did not see that.
I was not looking for round 2 either. How could I when I did not even understand what happened in round 1? You did well actually. Poor jean is still trying to figure out what hit her.
Monty, thanks for implying that I am a hooker or a call girl or a gro. Well, I’ll just walk away from this one…
Sorry to digress sheih…
I am not suggesting you a hooker or a gro.
I am suggesting your business need a sweet young gal to be good in sales.
How the hack I know what you are selling?
All I know….plenty business send beautiful young chicks to cling a sale…and you did say you want to retire at age 32….so it can mean ..by that time…no more customers…unless you get another SYT to replace you in sales.
Aiya…..so easy to be misunderstood.