light years away

I just finished Dina Zaman's "I Am Muslim", which took me a good 2 weeks to complete. Yeah, I'm THAT slow in reading. As I start on my second book for the month, I realised, I'm actually LIGHT YEARS outdated in my readings. And as I read through my blogspot archive that I gradually am deleting, I found that I've written too much crap and actually read less that a book to tally with what I've wrote in just one month. Hence, I'll try to write less now and read more. But I came across a few faithful cosmic travelers who have been with me throughout the years, since 2004. And for that, I'd like to thank:-

Izham - for being there, reading patiently, and who now constantly become my on and off second opinion giver.

Shahriman - who now stalking my wordpress anonymously but have been with me virtually for 2 years now. He, who is such a brilliant writer himself, never fails to amaze me with his fiction. Yes dear, I've been successfully demented thanks to you.

Najwa Aiman - a writer who have lent his thoughts for all my craps. Such a great buddy who shares different side of opinion for such lifeless crap of mine.

Demonsinme - endlessly giving me poems, making me smile with his words, though most of the time I have to read through and through again. Yeah, I'm not that smart, apparently. hehehe.

Maine - a blogger whom I've stumbled upon my early days of blogging. Those were the days when I write crap and she writes of substance.

Bibi - a blogger who later became a friend. I know you're here somewhere, virtually. But now, a phonecall away. always. And I pray for the best for you!

and who can forget, IBah .... who have been the first person to my blog under digitalmalaya, now, a friend, such a small world we live in, will always be a dear to me.

Here, a shoutout to one of my confidante, who not only loves me for who I am, but have made me her priority babe recently, an award one can never resist, who turned 24 today. Fozzy baby, I'll write you a poem later to be in your friendster. For now its noon and I need to mandi (hahahahaha).

I'll leave you with a poem from my favorite Sufi, Jelalluddin Rumi.

Love is reckless, not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

Hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.

disappearing cosmically, its abby THE Fake Intellectual.

the rest, unmentioned here, is always close to my heart. My real life friends who have been reading.