Archive for January 2009
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
— William Blake (1757–1827), British poet, painter, engraver, and mystic.
The Book of Thel “Thel’s Motto”.
I started to write journal again and a little bit of sketching. On paper. With Moleskine® no less.
Oh, how much I love the feel of the paper.
The longest time I kept a journal was the last 3 years ago…when I’m in love.
Now, I found a new love.
The coughing getting phlegmy, sinus blockage seems to be a constant nuisance and I can’t seem to tolerate the atmospheric pressure changes during the mid-flight as every descend and ascend makes my temple throbbing with pain — and I travel by plane a lot.
Ever since I done chamber diving inside the decompression chamber under U.S. Navy Revision 4 Treatment Table 5 last November 2008, I suspect the rupture in the sinus and the ear drum contributed to this deteriorating health.
During the decompression from sea level to 50 feet (15.24 m), my body can still cope with the 2.6 kg/cm² absolute pressure (1 atm (10m) = 1.03 kg/cm². Absolute pressure equal to 1 atm plus 15.24m gauge pressure). In the entry lock during the decompression, my heart working hard to exert blood into the brain. I felt a slight light-headedness. Once I got into the main lock and started breathing pure oxygen (99.8% Oxygen) through the Built-in-Breathing Systems (BIBS) mask, that when I started to bleed — through my nose.
Every ascend of 10 feet (3.048 m), I would started to bleed profusely. My chamber diving partner and the chamber operator were aware of the situation. I need to equalise my ear drum and sinus until the pressure inside my head equal to the outside pressure. The ascending time from 50 feet to sea level would take around 3 hours. There I was, with blood spattering all inside the BIBS mask.
On the surface — once I reach the sea level — I got a towel dampened with dark red blood. A sanguine experience if you ask me.
I gone through 1 week being offshore on that vessel with deafened hearing.
Being almost 6 month in confined room on two different vessel with centralised and separate air-conditioning system. Together with poor ventilation and maintenance on the filter. I reckon it would affect as much on my current health.
I’m off for an appointment with Ear, Nose & Throat (ENT) Specialist.
Good luck with the pre-surgery medical check-up at HKL, Sue.
I don’t mind the teasing in the middle of my sleep after long hours of drive from East Coast to KL. I would love to hear your voice again. I miss your voice — a resonance of joy and the mirthful vibe. I wish it would be more private; away from the prying cohabitant(s). I wanted to indulge in that fleeting conversation like an ephemeral song of Sirens. No matter the adverse effect to my sanity.
Itchy that ryhmes with bitchy, is the least utterance that is desirable, especially from [him] in the middle of that morning conversation.
It can’t be help. I need to get used to the idea of separation, if I need to mend this heart.
I remember the end of December 2007. It’s already one year from that day one; we ushering the disillusionment of fate. Not one day pass, as passion-spent, hunger-sated, thirst-drown, and all the bitterness and blind faith, with a shot of guilt for catalyst has reflected on our self-preservation of sanity.
Suffocating on present life routine while revelling past memories.
Perhaps I have an attachment issues. Coping mechanism that simply do not operate on an adult level, it is as though in my own mind, I can’t get past age eighteen.
A cynic fool, I’m.
A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both.
— Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890–1969), U.S. general and president.
Inaugural address, Washington, D.C..
RTM sure pick a weird time to air The Sentinel  movie during the Inauguration of Barack Hussein Obama. It’s the story about (attempted) assasination of President of the United States. Then again, we’re talking about RTM. Non Sequitur is their forte.
Today, Barack H. Obama becomes the 44th President of the United States, and the first African-American to hold the office.
CNN.com Live with Facebook got live Inauguration coverage (sponsored by Starbucks :P).
I have no sword; I make the sleep of the mind my sword.*
I can’t sleep. Does that makes me a pacifist or my mental sword still sheathed?
Enclosed, my mind pregnant with cold metallurgy of profanity — spitting hatred as opposed to battering vengeance.
The sea breeze didn’t offer the usual zen-like serenity, in this balmy night.
I spat tragedy. I cried apathy.
I can’t sleep.
Thus I sheath my “sword” and spill the fluid of “innocence”. Till I lay asleep in the arm of ethereal “succubus”.
*Extract from the Samurai creed, referring to the condition of detachment known as “Muga.” The Spirit of Zen.
Professor Geoffrey Alderman to Rabbi David J Goldberg:
The Halachah is crystal clear. It is entirely legitimate to kill a rodef – that is to say, one who endangers the life of another – and this is true, incidentally, even if the rodef has not yet actually taken another life. So the Judaism that I practise permits what is generally referred to as “pre-emptive” military action.
Rabbi David J Goldberg to Professor Geoffrey Alderman:
I have no argument with your explanation about the status of the rodef in Jewish law (the Halachah) and the permissibility of taking pre-emptive action against him, except to add that the biblical law should be viewed in the context of a desert society and blood feuds between individuals and clans. That is why I disagree with your contention that in the context of modern Gaza this can be extended to include every member and supporter of Hamas – about 1 million people according to the election results. Or would you advise every innocent civilian and child to wear a large placard visible to Israeli jets proclaiming “Don’t blame me, I voted for Fatah”?
One commentator said:
Makes me glad that I am an atheist and I know why this is wrong.