The loneliest of heart, and the morbid of place...

The morbid of a place, the strewn of things in its bits and pieces, the crackle silence of an abandon alley, the expressionless face of individuals, and the creepy beat of the heart in the shadow of darkness, all sum up to a point, they are still alive and ticking. With sombre look, and non-haste walk and talk, and the gleam of half-shut eyes, they seem to belong to a life long forgotten. It has become a nobody's town now. But it is a god forsaken town that seem to forbid anybody to be near or come any closer. Is it because of the sin of the pasts, or sin of traitors that once roam and control the seas and the settlement near the rivers? Are they the grandchildren that curses seem to stay and stick and make them crawl in the hottest of heat. Are they?

Presidential Debate

Bank crisis overshadows defense in first debate
Obama calls meltdown ‘final verdict’ on Bush; McCain urges spending freeze

Ini politik cara orang Amerika. Saya masih teringat ketika belajar di sana, debate beginilah yang ditunggu oleh segenap lapisan masyarakat penduduk Amerika termasuk golongan pelajar. Teringat saya, semasa Reagan berdebat dengan Carter, saya terpaksa menyelit dicelah ribuan pelajar yang begitu ramai menunggu perdebatan tersebut yang diadakan secara langsung dan dipaparkan di `giant screen' di dewan univeristi. Tak kira dari parti mana, mereka diberi kebenaran memasukki kawasan universiti untuk berkempen..

Remembering those days...

Long time ago I wrote this...

They are good people. The husband, Mr. Lyle and wife Mrs Ann Neeb, both are very cultured in their actions and words. So are their sons and daughter, Mark, Mike , and Heidi.

Heidi, their 10 year-old daughter , has a special place in my memory because of her drawing of me with words that are very touching. The night before the day I headed back to my university, the whole family gathers in the living room, Heidi played the piano with songs that truly represents the spirit of Mid-West American family....