It has been a very tiring period for me. I have been juggling with so many aspects of Project Cumulus such that the nights were becoming shorter, and I was heading to bed later and later. The days passed quickly like the moment of daybreak before sunrise; you see the colours of dawn, but for that brief moment, before the rays of the sun obliterated them all. It was just only August, and now it's already the seventh day of September. Time flies. After clearing some backlog, I decided to put the prints that I decided (with inputs from the team), into the Ribba frames. With the powerful vocals of A-Lin rising into crescendo in the background, I adjusted the frames, while the curious kitties gathered around, as if they were getting ready for a ritual of sorts. Then again, perhaps this was part of a large ritual, and a grand scheme of sorts. As what I shared with H in the car today, no matter how capable I could possibly be, I would never be able to do this alone. If I were a commander or a general in a forgotten era of an ancient Chinese dynasty, I would never be able to face the hordes of enemies without the support and loyalty of my capable lieutenants. And of course, they are all skilled in their own martial arts, and their weaponry abilities. In fact, I joked to H that he would probably be skilled in using metallic fans with razor-sharp blades. And with jokes and worries juxtaposed into a blend of what I call hope, even as I sit here typing into the later hours of the night, I have A-Lin's singing to keep me company, and as Tigger lay asleep beside me, I look forward to what is to come. Aptly captured by one of the products, "Life's Promise". Indeed.
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While watching Season Two of The House of Cards
(and yes, I am strangely drawn to the House of Cards, perhaps by its fast pace and great writing), I chanced upon, at episode 25, this following phase: “cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war” which was uttered by Frank as he got cornered by opposing forces, yet continued to put up his fight. I was intrigued by this phrase and did some reading up. In English, the dogs of war is a phrase from William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar: “Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war”. Based on Wikipedia, in a literal reading, “dogs” are the familiar animals, trained for warfare. Hence “havoc” is a military order permitting the seizure of spoil after a victory and “let slip” is to release from the lease. From another perspective, the “dogs of war” are the political and societal restraints against war that operator during the times of peace, and when there is no peace, and only war, there can only be chaos and havoc — and here havoc would mean rape, pillage and plunder. I know it is late.
In fact, it is already 12:39AM. But I have been wanting to write this. Hence. I wanted to pen down my feelings of love. For Tigger, which must have grown greater Over the course of the three years. On a daily basis, he wakes with me. He sees me when I head to work. He comes to the door when I return. He watches me when I shower. He lies on my lap when I am on my computer. Just like right now, as I am furiously typing away On my keyboard. He then takes his time, Slowly, but surely, goes to bed with me. Curls up in his little pillow Just beside mine. He would lean his head on my pillow, And as I give him a peck on his forehead I would pat him on his back He would then then purr And then we will go to sleep. I love you, Tigger. That's all I want to say. |
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