During the day, my mind is filled with thousands of stories that I want to share with all of you.

While driving to work, I will be piecing words together to weave the most wondrous adventures that I have encountered during the past few hours of the day.

Somehow, when the day slowly comes to an end and I actually have time to myself to actually write. I stare blankly into the computer. Forgetting what I wanted to write and share with all of you.

I grow weary and then shut off the computer and crawled into bed.

Another day without and actual entry.

I wonder why…

Am I too tired or am I trying too hard to please everyone by coming up with worthy topics of discussion?
Yes, I could choose to simply write out every single thing that happened to me. But where is the mystery in that?

Let’s pray that the blockage of creativity blows over quickly and I will go back to my ‘normal’ creative self.

I wonder if it is the trend or has my music palate changed.

I am no longer going gaga over boy bands. Though I still keep stuff from my fave former interests – BSB and H.O.T.

Anyhow, lately I have been listening to

30 Seconds from Mars
Fall Out Boy
Linkin Park
My Chemical Romance
Daughtry
System Of A Down

Not exactly Goth, I know. But heck it beats being boy crazy over guys who are … well I am not sure what the word is… However, I no longer have interests in boy bands.

Was back in Penang last week though I did not let it become a major known fact because I was away for the 9 Emperor Festival.

Sorry that this blog has yet to be updated as much as I liked it to be.

You know that things are bad when monks decide to come out and protest. As many of you, who actually pay attention to the happenings around the world, you would have heard about the plight in Myanmar.

As a Buddhist, it saddens me that the Sanghas have actually taken to the streets of Yangon and Mandalay to protest against the junta. Monks usually do not leave their monasteries unless it is to do blessings, get alms or for religious festivals.

Seeing the corpse of monks floating in a river, plastered on my television screen was the last image that I want to have before I called it a night. But that is the grim truth at the moment.
I can’t help but have flashbacks to the many wars before where monks and nuns were tortured, raped and killed. Pictures of Buddhist monks burning themselves in Vietnam as well as images of Buddhist monks being killed and tortured in Tibet began to fill my mind. I have personally heard of stories from Liberia where nuns were raped and butchered during the civil war.

Where does this end? Why are the servants of God, a major target? Perhaps, it is our own interpretation of God that has doomed us in that matter. Look at the many wars that people shout the name of God in vain and claim the war a Holy War.

Coming back to Myanmar, I post this question. As I understand, the junta and its army are Buddhists. The monks are Buddhists. Did someone make a mistake in giving these two groups different sutras to read from? Or have I missed out a chapter in the sutra that says it is alright for us to kill one another?

I might not be the best person to preach about Buddhism and I will well admit that. But I have yet to find a well established religion that uses violence as its main teaching.

I am a Reluctant Pacifist. But still a major part of me is a peace lover. I do not watch war movies that portray wars within the past two centuries because of this. Somehow, I never could understand how people glorify wars.