woah!

Its amaizng how many people actually read this crappy blog. firstly, the layout is unimpressive, un-cool and just green. Secondly, the writing is insipid, with mundane everyday events and un-funny jokes. Thirdly, there is an obvious lack of pictures suggesting the owner of not having a life(or a camera!). So why so many people actually read this blog?

Im flattered. Honestly. I started out wanting to put words to the life of Ilyas, and he has stagnated. He is lying in a pool of filth, retching for air. When i lost my green jacket, i felt it was the end. Ilyas was finally dead. Committed suicide.

I remember that night pretty well. I lost it, and i walked aimlessly for hours, combing thru the same area over and over, just looking for Ilyas. So many people had worn it, girls whom i had loved and lost and some i hold dear even now, had spent sometime feeling Ilyas' embrace. And myself. Ilyas had been a constant companion, my shield against the world, against pain, suffering, loneliness. It had been me. I was the Green Jacket. Who am i now?

Nothing will replace a thoroughbred. In Sharpe's Sword, when Sharpe had wanted a Kliganthel Blade, a sword made by the finest craftsman in Germany with the finest steel, he had to kill the owner to get it. But the blade was evil, it had too much innocent blood on it. when Sharpe was recovering from an almost mortal wound dealt by the owner with the kliganthel blade itself, Harper had made him a blade from a simple discarded cavalry Heavy sabre, sharpening it, polishing it, putting a gem in the hilt, lovingly made by a best friend for the ailing sharpe. Needless to say, Sharpe took that sword and killed the wowner of the kliganthel and thru the evil sword into a river.

Ilyas is gone. Taken from its previous owner without permission, it did not belong to me. It gave warmth to many, but none of them truly deserved wearing it.

But all hope is not lost. Love saves, and a new jacket, green as ilyas, lighter, more supple and smells better, worn by the woman i truely,madly, deeply love, was presented to me for my 22nd. By two people who i feel loves me a lot. :) Thank you khamal, fasihah. You guys rock.

Ilyas is dead. Its just Taufiq Now. Taufiq's Green Jacket.