SQ much?

So, let's see. How many of us here actually do understand their Spiritual Quotient (SQ)? Is it a thing that we use to measure how spiritual we are? Or, does it work like a sixth sense? Can we actually feel it? Haven't been scientifically proved, but I'd like to believe it does exist.

I'm going to skip the cliche of asking you the "Have you ever felt...." kind of question that investigates your senses. Most of these are what we call "perception". For example, the feeling of being followed, when actually in fact, there's no one there. We, as humans are always paranoid. It's only right to feel that way, but to what extend?

While it hasn't been as rampant as before, but my deja vu or I'd rather call "premonitions" are starting to come back again. Today, itself, one such event happened. I don't know the cause for it, but it just came to me today. Was it because I went emotional these few days, so emotional that it triggered my senses again?

I've had a few sessions with my friends regarding the supernatural. I'm not going to start convincing you all that it exist, the supernaturals, but with all due respect, I do think they do exist. In fact, such was the case I've always believed I'm being watched over by a black dog. I wouldn't know how to relate it to anything but I'd like to believe it has helped me out of lot of trouble. A friend of mine who sees "things" too, confirmed I have a lot of spiritual energy around me but most importantly, they are part of me, but not emitted from me. Can this explain why my affinity with dogs? I wouldn't know. I mean, how is it, I can just walk up to a dog and pet its head like we were close? And these dogs are strays for the matter. I myself too, cannot explain it in any biological term, but I must say it may be because of how attached I am spiritually to dogs. Probably was because of this one dog whom I've watched since pup, till it finally grew up, had pups itself, and finally, met an untimely death. Not forgetting the two dogs that used to roam at the car park outside my house that were always playful whenever I'm around; they too, met an untimely death. Then, there was the neighbour's dog that had already passed away, which I too, cared for. Oh, and not forgetting another black dog who too, met an untimely death. (Note : Those untimely death meant being shot by municipal workers) I can't help but felt attached to these five dogs. Somehow, I can feel their presence lingering about, with the whiff I often felt along my legs.

I too, can feel "things" lingering about at the edges of my view. Nothing too clear, but at least, I can feel the presence of these energy running around. But did they bother me? Nope. Not in the least bit. I mean, I stay quite near to a cemetery. These energies that I felt are nothing new. They do no harm to us. Perhaps, one fine day, I could open up the flows of my spiritual energy again, to maybe help my predictions. Oh yeah, I did several tarot reading a few years back, and most of them were very accurate. They say such things, like predicting the future, can make our life shorter, but meh.. I'm not really bothered about dying young. Just bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. *snicker*

An unofficial announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm officially going against the MMU mismanagement, hence most of my posts might incur some wrath of people who are just arguing for the sake of arguing although they know very well what my post meant exactly. So, to avoid this, any unnecessary comments shall be deleted without notice. I will most probably provide pictures too, as :

a. photo evidence
b. graphical description
c. a decoration for my blog post. :D

So, if you guys have any leaks on the current mismanagement of the MMU, anything lacking in the service or anything you would view as pure mangled justice, just drop me a PM in my facebook?

http://www.facebook.com/audesxerxes

Malaysians are just pretty great keyboard warriors aren't we?

So, the death of a puppy struck the wrath of many many Malaysian netizen. I mean like, everywhere I go in the social webbie, there the video of the poor dog's demise is, sprawled all over the interweb, creating a bigger ruckus than a general election in Malaysia. Profiles after profiles are being targeted and headhunted by these keyboard warriors who chant blasphemy behind their plastic cannon and text ammunition. It's really nice to know there are people who cared, or do they?

Let me put it simply. How many of us are really willing to give up a seat for an old lady? I know I did. And I was in KL. The best part? Nobody else did, and someone blatantly threw his bag onto another seat, disregarding the millions around who needed it badly. It was quite a sense of accomplishment for me when the old lady thanked me and said she was very surprised with what I did and said these things seldom happen in KL. I only said "I am from Malacca" to her.

And to the million keyboard warriors out there, how many of you actually treat your pet well? You may, of course, treat your pet better than that unknown guy who killed the poor dog, but how many of you treat yours well enough? I've seen dogs being chained till bruise start to appear on their neck and furs being mangled by the leash due to negligence but of course, dare we sound such situation to the owner? I did, at least. And with that my conscience is clear.

How many of us treat strays nicely? That pooch that died in the video probably got more sympathy and attention because of its breed, but should a smelly stray come whelping into your doorsteps, how many of you do treat it like any other pets should be treated? I know I did. And the gratitude from the dog amuses me all the time, not forgetting the one time he did chase away some immigrants who were hiding at the porch of my house. No I didn't adopt the dog, yes it still lives outside my house, at my porch.

Putting two with two, animals nor humans alike, how many of us do really treat them nicely in the times of need? And most importantly, our parents themselves. The recent Chinese New Year rang my bell heavily, on how much my parents are indeed important to me. I have yet to watch the new Petronas CNY advert but I dare bet, when I do, I too would feel guilty and maybe shed a tear or two.

In conclusion, we are just great pretenders, including myself, as we wear our mask all the time. Ask thy conscience, how true are we with the walk we talk? Happy Chinese New Year, folks.