The Jakarta Deception

It’s been about a week since my last post, I apologize deeply for my absence from the world of self opinionated, egocentric blogging… Truly I say to you people of the world (Whose numbers are currently people who have so much free time to keep up with my nonsensical ramblings, it borders on criminal) that many deep and profound brain things have indeed passed through my mind these last (almost) se7en days.

Things like the real reason behind the haze!

It seems to me that the haze we experienced was all a big ploy by the Indonesian government to take over our (cough, cough) our fair and beautiful land… You wonder how… well think about it they burn their forest and the smoke produced is carried by the wind to our fairest Malaysia (gagging). What is produced from the burning of wood?

Chemistry 101, carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide and a whole host of other cancer inducing substances! It’s like everyone in Malaysia smoking cigarettes all day long, can you think of the ramifications the smoke would have on our lungs? Doh! Lung cancer!!!

They tried the same tactic before… in a different way though; it started with their ‘Illegal’ immigrants, taking up every single factory position because they were willing to work for less than any KFC loving, belacan breathing Malaysian and putting our people (I use the term very loosely) out of business, Malaysians couldn’t find jobs anymore… so they did what any other nation without jobs do, Malaysian vices increased, smoking and drinking were at an all time high, in came the Indonesian sempurna brand cigarettes and the Indonesian ‘top beer’, cheaper then 90% of the cigarettes and beers in the Malaysian market, making them the best solution for cash strapped Malaysians who had no jobs at the time, however their fiendish plot was stopped. And life continued, Malaysians were oblivious as always save their new tendency to smoke and drink which has been passed on to their children hence the birth of places like Bangsar and Hartamas, and then came the first haze, an accident truly.

But the Indonesians were crafty they realized that the haze would be an even easier and more effective way of causing wide spread lung cancer. Not to mention their government was strapped for cash because they had invested heavily in cigarette and beer commercials with skimpily dressed women in an attempt to aggressively sell their previously mention product. So this time they set fire to their forest, and they synchronized this with the burnings in Putrajaya so no one person could wholly blame them for the haze.

Why lung cancer? It’s terminal… If no one is left in Malaysia, they don’t need to fight… We all saw what happened to their army in East Timor.

No offence people of Indonesia, someone had to be the butt of the joke, sorry it had to be you. To all my Indonesian friends who read this…

Please take it in the spirit it was meant, I don’t mean what I just said. It’s only for laughs. Please don’t be hurt!

(The Jakarta Deception is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously)

In Christ

Tristan D.

Randomness and Stuff like that...

Alive, Am I today?

Feel pain, do I this day,

Joy, it is fair to say,

You will find none in me this day,

Alone as always, no change today,
In the dark to brood I stay,

No place for my head to lay,

No refuge, no solace this day,

In your heart, in your soul I wait,

For rescue to come my way,

In your hand my bare heart is laid,

To trust, to keep, to love and break,

My life to take,

No strength have I today,

This world to leave, a decision I cannot make,

In your hands as always my life is, just like this day

I wrote that during dynamics class (16/8/05) ... A sure fire way to gain creative inspiration... N0T!!! Class was so dull I had to find something for my mind to do... So I thought of suicide... But that lecture wasn't worth my life... so a poem was the answer...

Also I was told by a very, very, very good friend (Charisma) that she preferred posts like, Who Is Kerc? Seems to give her more insight on how I think... Does anyone truly want to know how my mind works? Instructions weren't included when they built my model... a bit defective so I guess they figured it wasn't truly necessary…

Haha my mind, my mind what a place… Dark, gloomy, damp, somewhat dense (with knowledge)… similar to what you’d find beneath a rotting piece of wood… haha, except no mushrooms. (Mushrooms Maxine there aren’t any mushrooms in my head)

Ah mushrooms what can I say about mushrooms, the most beautiful fungus God could have produced on decaying matter, you could use them to make soup, creamy, creamy soup, or fry them in a pan with some butter and a little garlic, a pinch of salt… magnificent! I love pourte bello mushrooms… Big and succulent each has a diameter of approximately 3.5 inches… What a mushroom! Then there are truffles, just a few scrapes is enough to flavour anything… Mushrooms… I love them… I love mushrooms…

Now that’s randomness… It’s how my mind works… hahaha…

Anyways that all for now… people feed back please…

In Christ

Tristan D.

Who is Kerc?

My head hurts; the pain like a vice crushing my skull,
My eyes burn; like smouldering coals have been placed against my eyelids,
My lips are dry; all I drink turns to vinegar in my mouth,
My mind is dulled, my consciousness suppressed,

That sums how I feel at the moment, insanity and mind rot is creeping over me, sigh, no long winded poem tonight, just me and my somewhat dulled sense of humour, I can’t write a poem this night, no not this night, this night I shall be me, which me you wonder? The one buried beneath my defences, the savage beneath my facade, my alter ego, my Mr. Hyde. His name is Kerc.

Kerc was born on a night with no true distinguishable characteristics save, the moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the stars weren’t their brightest, and the rain poured it’s hardest. He was born out of necessity; born from my soul’s brief union with death. He rose from the tears that burned my pillow that night, from the anguish and pain that flowed like rivers from my heart.

He took up his residence within my mind, he became my friend; my brother. He told me the world would never hurt us that way again, he told me to close the gates around our heart, to never love again, to never feel again. We could nurture each other he promised. He promised we wouldn’t make the same mistakes.

But we did, we kept making those mistakes; he hasn’t kept his promise. He is the monster now, the snake that slithers through malice and enjoys wickedness. I loathe Him, yet more and more he comes to the surface.

Day and night we battle for supremacy, for dominance of this crude shell. I win most times. He is strong. But through Christ I am stronger. I must resist his evil; he must not enter this world. He is my Mr. Hyde.

In Christ

Tristan D.

Let Go

I was told the other day that I’ve grown too dark, (mentally)
That my mind is a dark and frightening place as if a void separated me from mankind, as if I were tormented by some unseen demons and that all that comes from it is filled with hate, anger, murder. As if all that I can think of is MDK… Murder Death Kill…
Ok those weren’t the words used… However that is the gist. Or at least the way I see it…

A friend wants me to talk about something ‘pretty’, it’s difficult for me. I am truly filled with a lot of negativity… I tried hard and I wrote this poem… It is the only hope in my life, a promise God made to me through his word, His salvation is free all I need is to have faith; there will always be hope because His grace is sufficient, He will always love me because in His eyes, I am His child. So this poem is about Him and for Him.

I love You Lord Jesus and I always will.

I know You love me too.

Title: Let Go

Let go of all that you know,
Of everything you hold close to your soul,
Be free of all control,
Release yourself into life’s living flow,

Let God’s hand be your guide,
His voice, your light,
Let your ears be your eyes for sight can lie,
Hear His word, know the truth,

Salvation is free, to all who believe,
Hope there is always, for His grace is sufficient,
And if a sparrow He can love and care for,
How much more you.

Before I knew Him, He knew me,
In my mother’s womb, He loved me,
He created me, I am unique,
He gave me my destiny,

He was there when I was born,
He brought me safely to this world
He was there when I first walked,
When I fell he picked me up,

He was there when I first spoke,
He was gladdest when I first praised,
When I did good, he blessed,
When I sinned, he forgave,

He promised to never forsake me,
To always to walk with me,
And He will be there when I die,
And then He will take me home.

In Christ

Tristan D.

The Enemy Within These Halls.

There is an enemy within these halls,
There is an evil in my sanctuary’s walls,
There is no hiding this perversion,
There is no escaping this entity, for it is my mind & my heart,

In the shell of skin,
It is masked by smiles,
Beneath the surface it lies,
It waits for the light to die,

In the cage of bones,
It is shielded; it is safe,
It is not trapped,
It is home,

In the canals of blood,
It burns my soul,
From thought to emotion,
It turns me cold,

In the seat of life,
It plots; it schemes.
It feeds my lies,
It rules my life,

It breeds; it feeds,
The hatred I indulge,
The jealousy I allow,
Everything I abhor,

It is who I am,
It is what I have become,
And it could become you,
It is too late; It is already in you too.

In Christ

Tristan D.