howwwzattt... of closing one eye and letting it to pass by...

Just woke up this morning, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Dresden is sunny today but the temperature is still hovering below 10 centigrade with the real feel of 8 degrees according to the weather channel. Having to put on layers of clothing quite a hassle even just for a smoke outside the lobby.

These are what I'm wearing now for breakfast and now sitting outside at their beer garden while puffing nicotine. A turtleneck sweater, a hoodie jumper, a pair of jeans, a pair of boxers to keep my crown jewel warm, a pair of sneakers complete with socks.

For the past few days, I've been scratching my thighs and calves while asleep. I have a sensitive skins when facing the cold and the dryness and I think those coming from the South East Asia will encounter the same problem like me. I used to wear nothing under the covers but not here, contact with the bed linens made it rasa gatal and miang. This happened when I'm in a temperate country.

Got myself a Nivea body lotion last night but haven't use it yet and someone got me a tea tree oil from Body Shop for the scabs.

Came across this, "Kenyataan Rahim fitnah, menghasut" yesterday in MKini and I was wondering why Jamal Ikan Bakar and his bunch of kukudus haven't baying for Rahim Tamby Chik blood yet and take the street as if they want to wipe all those pendatang. Opppsss, what have the Chinese and Indian got to with this? Never mind, they'll find a way to deviate the attention into a whole new game of racism again.

I left a one liner comment on someone's blog last evening and one of the commenter replied to my comment  saying that I'm an Anwar fan and a Red Bean Army myself. What has Anwar got to do with the specific post itself beats me and no, I'm not a DAP supporter but I sympathize to those fighting for the right cause. So far UMNO minions only tinkering on ridiculous moves as if they live in this one minuscule box called racism. Just like the Arabs toward their own sects.

So, why haven't I put them in similarities to Hitler's Nazi? It is because of the Arabization that they were so fond of. Everything that has got to do with Arab must have been a good thing and the prophet himself was an Arab and Islam found its way among them first. But why? Arabs were a terrible lots, they like to fight among themselves, it was their culture. Believe me, I've been with them, been to their country, rendering my service to them and their attitude far more worse than ours though not all. So, what we a following now was not according to the teaching of Islam. We just follow their cultures. Labelling others as we wish.

This is what Yusuf Islam aka Cat Steven once quoted, "I did not come into contact with any Muslim before I embraced Islam. I read the Qur'an first and realized no person is perfect, Islam is perfect, and if we imitate the conduct of the Holy Prophet... we will be successful."

He learned from scratches by reading the Quran and only then he look for guidance from those in the know.

Unlike those kukudus, they inherit Islam from those before them.

howwwzattt... of hungry, tired and cold in saxony...

Finished off early this evening and feeling hungry like a wolf. Drove down to Central Neustadt hunting for food, settled down at Yufka Kebab Haus.

Just this in a box, 100% meat because I won't finish the usual menu. The guy there think that I'm a Mexican and tried his Spanish on me and I just laughed at him, told him that I'm a Malaysian.

I don't know, still he tried to lure me into his Spanish and I just replied back buenos noche meaning good afternoon or evening.

Ahhh, my fingers are in pain now being in the open with this gentle breeze. How I wish they'll send me to the mediterranean  after this, heard there'll be a working party in Malta soon.

I miss you and how I wish that I...

howwwzattt... of missing the smell and warmth...

DRESDEN, 1211HRS, 29 SEPT. 2015

I didn't know what day it was
When you walked into the room
I said hello unnoticed
You said goodbye too soon

Breezing through the clientele
Spinning yarns that were so lyrical
I really must confess right here
The attraction was purely physical

I took all those habits of yours
That in the beginning were hard to accept
Your fashion sense, Beardsley prints
I put down to experience

The big bosom lady with the Dutch accent
Who tried to change my point of view
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
But my heart cried out for you

You're in my heart, you're in my soul
You'll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you're my best friend
You're in my soul

My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You're beauty and elegance

You're a rhapsody, a comedy
You're a symphony and a play
You're every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me

You're an essay in glamour
Please pardon the grammar
But you're every schoolboy's dream
You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided
You're the best team I've ever seen

And there have been many affairs
Many times I've thought to leave
But I bite my lip and turn around
'Cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found

howwwzattt... of waking up to your own snore...

Lately I've been snoring in my sleep. Waking up to my own snore is kinda odd. How one is asleep but once snored, you tend to woke up as if listening to someone else snoring near you.

Last night that was what happened to me. On and off waking up listening to my own with intervals of horror dream. My bad for watching a spook movie before bed. The funny thing was, I've keep telling myself don't snore but it didn't help at all, I could have not control myself. It's spontaneous, it happens just like that.

It is quarter to 1 here in Dresden now, trying to sleep while writing this. Someone said to me, telling me that I should write again on whatever comes to my mind. Write about myself, my work or the adventure and misadventure that I've put myself into.

Do you know at this dreadful hour, I miss hearing your snore. A music to my ears. Night my Precious Poem...

howwwzattt... of something has to give, someone has to go...

Yesterday I received a travel alert/advisory to Germany about on arson attack on immigrant accommodation center. As I was writing this, another alert came in through my email regarding anti immigration rallies.

When I was in Mexico last month, my German colleague had advised me on this kind of things, particularly in Dresden just to let me know so he says.

Dresden situated near to the Chech border and those good people rarely see outsiders particularly Asian. Yes, we stood like a sore thumb amongst those Europeans, just like when I was in Toluca. They never seen an Asian what more a Malaysian. Dresden is not a metropolitan, to them Asian is an exotic specie. 

While at that, I didn't receive any alert from the US regarding the rally at Petaling Street tomorrow, heard few arrests being carried out.

The puppetmaster is restless now, for he cannot travel abroad to spend his fortunes on a private plane.