Tamarind-Man
tamarind man, tamarind man, play a song for me…
ha ha just kidding. here’s part of it -
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.
Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.
- Bob Dylan -
that sounds better.
it’s just that i felt like i swallowed a golf ball and got stuck mid-way down my oesophagus. it was awful. two huge helpings a tamarind juice has relieved the lump. that’s my drug for me at the moment.
i’m really refusing to fall sick because of tasneem and i hate going to the doctors. if you read a previous blog, you would know.
the paperload on my desk has not helped at all. it looks like a burnt down a whole rainforest by myself. not having a good time at the moment. in fact, i don’t have that much time in general when the work’s peak season pays me a visit. i guess this is true for all who are working. boohoo!
well i finally clinched a slight success with one of my resolutions - meeting up with friends. yea! Stef invited me over to her office, which by the way - is so freakingly close to mine!! - for secret recipe. why? why? why hadn’t we known earlier.
well, stef was telling me about a radio show she was listening to in a cab one day. it was on the Muslim perspective on life on earth and the hereafter. It highlighted the importance of our actions on earth and the certainty of the grave. Here’s a brief overview on akhirah (the afterlife) and I also found an interesting fatwa relating to it.
next round japanese ok! we can go to klcc since today’s plan was aborted due to a programming hangover. i’m not the only one working hard eh? ehhem..
(notice i just learned how to use the link function?) technologically-challenged on the mend! :p
oh yes, i received a really sweet testimonial from Marina. thanks bebe. you’ve always been a fan of my writing. 
have to tell you, because i firmly believe that the brain is the organ of growth. it reflects our overall wellbeing. once in a while the brain has to be serviced due to clogs that accumulate over the years. the best way to service it for me is to write everything down on paper to make room for new trains of thought. i don’t know why i think so much. i should just sit idle once in a while. but it’s always churning and churning. i hope i don’t burden anyone with my splatter. it just happens.
ok then. salaam all. take care and take care of your friends. people say they come and go, but it’s not that fun to let them go. Stef and Marina - they’re my tamarind women.
