Why I Write ...

Purely as a form of expression to the emotions that run riot in my life at different junctures. This blog has seen several title revisions that also reflect the state of being and evolution I am constantly in. If one were to remain stagnant in hope of never changing their temporal present, one will awaken someday to much regret. Life is about living, evolving and adapting to the constant changes all around us.

My spot on the web is essentially a journey along with my monologue ramblings of my coherent mind accompanied by the incoherent thing called life. Read me if you like ... if you don't it is not the end of the world. I am at the very least a believer in humility lifts us further than pride.

Happy trails

17 November 2008

RIP Zoe ... Nov 17, 2008

I found this link whilst googling myself seeing as there seems to be an increase of people arriving on me blog via googling for me in various combinations and from some seriously strange places seeing as I know nobody from there ... oh well perhaps I'm popular ahahha for whatever reason.

This was post I did after my dog Zoe got slashed. Zoe went on to recover from that horrible act of cruelty but some 4 months later, she was poisoned.

When I saw this it brought back memories of Zoe ... and she was about 13 when she finally breathe her last. To those sick bastards who tortured my dog, I hope your vitals are rotting and dropping off slow and painfully ...

There's some gruesome pictures, not for the faint-hearted ... but I am touched so many people wrote back in support. RIP Zoe, you gave us the best years of your life and you kept us always safe and protected! We miss you still ... (the link)


nanda666 said...

When I read or hear of what man is capable of doing, it is sometimes shocking.
Read a book a long time ago about the heavens running out of "souls" and therefore humans were being born without the "divine entity" within them.
Looking around today, I'm not really sure if that book was fact or fiction.

akuani said...

More fact than fiction Nanda. People are quite soul-less these days .. and you can see it in every gesture.

I've quite lost faith in humanity, but there are slivers of hope that in some there is that reflection of divinity ... but perhaps I am an old fuzzy auntie - worn down by the countless strikes of these empty shells