THANKS, SDR JON ASMEN!:)
This former school mate of mine and I used to ... the class from Forms 1 to 3, then we arrived at crossroads at the young age of 15. Read ROBERT FROST's The Road Not Taken I posted up a few days back.
When he read about my FACE-OFF with the Great RPK, he was among the first few concerned fRiends to ring me to "check if Desi is OK?" I humbly told him I am a used to travelling "lonely and lonesome" journeys as a WRIThER. Survival is definitely in the genes of even a church-mousey wan like me who started earning pocket money in Form 2 owing to great inspiration of TWO GREAT ENGLISH TEACHERS, Mr CP Rajah and Mr V Thillainathan -- I hope thou art fine and wellA, wherever thou art!
Jon moved on to RMC and I stayed back at our common Secondary School in Furong. I envied Jon, but God is always greAt because where I missed out,a younger brother made it to Royal Military College, but that's another story...
What binds our fRiendship is that we NEVER FORGET THAT "R" among fRiends:), and often we kept in touch through good and bad times, through the crests and ebbs of human waves of coursng through this physical world, and also the spiritual.
Jon dropped by in Seremban to meet at the clean and fRiendly Temiang Corner where it's my usual water hole. No, we did KNOT down beer and ale and eat the chocolate and cheese cakes they serve the Lords and Rajas at London hotels. We bantered a while and then became serious in common debate about Frostie's crossroads -- the poem says there were ONLY TWO ROADS AHEAD to pick one at this important junction.
Jon, after seeing that Desi's quite quiet because he's (YES, I OFTEN REFER TO MYSELF IN THE 3rd person when not functioning as a Journalist, and especially writing as a Blogger or creative pieces as well peceived by those who have been reading my cyber-pieces from that fateful Ides of March -- March 15, 2005.)
I suggest newer readers to read my posts in that first year from FIRSTofMAY, especially the Sunday columns I started writing every week for an East Malaysian newspaper to supplement my freelance income. Desiderata.English, anywan?Jon, after seeing that Desi's quite quiet because he's (YES< I OFTEN REFER TO MYSELF IN THE 3rd person when not functioning as a Journalist, and especially writing as a Blogger or creative pieces as denoted by those who have been reading my cyber-pieces from that fateful Ides of March -- March 15, 2005.)
I suggest newer readers to read my posts in that first year, especially the Sunday columns I started writing every week for an East Malaysian newspaper to supplement my freelance income. Hey, we can't eat Roti Canai and drink tehtarik everyday, though Everyday milk is good for you. I occasonally indulge myself in the bestA kambing rendang at Lingam's where tow Blogger buddies who used to sail the se7en seas and Desi often meet Hey, we can't eat Roti Canai and drink tehtarik everyday, though Everyday milk is good for you. I occasonally indulge myself in the bestA kambing rendang at Lingam's where two Blogger buddies who used to sail the se7en seas and Desi often meet. YES, BUMmers here, dare, and everywhere! ~~<>Ancient Mariner and Mindful Mariner. Bless the former soulmatey not with us physically for real BUMmer Capt Yusof Ahmad, departed to be with The Lord (Allah) just slightly more a year ago. But Sdr Stuart R. is still around to sometimes keep Desi company -- but we aweways miss AM's heartful guffaws and jokes, sometimes salty.
Okay, back to reality world. After periods of silence in between shared rumination, he said: "Desi, you are not facing just TWO roads ahead. There is a third!"
I'm still pondering my THIRD OPTION. "We will see," I smiled as Jon took leave as he went back to his kampong in Rembau to do a needful detour.
PS: I'm not inviting public Comments for this Post; any close buddies -- you know where to post Desi -- who wish to say Hi-Lo can emale Desi!:)
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The Face of A Tiger
(or The Face of An Anarchist)
A was aged about 21
He came from the Village
They think all villagers were Morons
B must be a year older
He camefrom B'g, B'd City
I know this one was aMenace
Bee spoke of socialism
That we must take care ofhumankind
Therefore be kind to your fellow men
Aye told Bee to take his social elitism
with him back to his toilet
Bee was furious
So he sent Ayea lawyer's letter
"My client wanted to be your fRiend, Aye.
But you had the audacity to reject him.
That's not very socialistic.
That's not what humankind should be.
Furthermore, we are both .......(*+*+blogger/Christian/atheist) brothers."
Yeah, Aye replied:
"We are both Homo sapiens butnot brothers.
Don't call everyone you meet Brother,
Or fRiends."
"Drop that 'R', Tiger."
*+*+NOTE the above contains a slight variaion from the Original Poem
from 'Midnight Voices and Other Poems'
Published May 2007.
PPS:********************* ZORRO, DON'T CALL ME YOUR fRiend!*************
