Since it's All Hallow's Eve today, I'm going to post a few nursery rhymes, complete with their background. Enjoy ^_^

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Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after

This rhyme tells the tale of the execution of a king and queen. The hill refers to the method of execution, which is the guillotine and the bucket of water is the basket where the head falls into after the guillotine's blade is released. First Jack's head falls down to the ground and his crown breaks in the process. After he is executed, Jill's head comes tumbling after.

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Ring-a-ring o' Rosies
A pocket full of Posies
"A-tishoo! A-tishoo!"
We all fall down

This one tells the story of the Black Death plague. One of the symptons of the plague was rosy red rashes that appears in the form of a ring on the skin. Sweet-smelling herbs (posies) were carried around in the pockets to help ward of the plague, which was believed to spread via bad smells. The next line refers to another sympton of the Black Death, which was violent fits of sneezing and the last line means that all drop dead.

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Last but not least, my personal favourite ^_^

London bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London bridge is falling down
My fair lady

In the old days when people believed in animism (the belief that spirits were resided in everything), the act of building a bridge across a river was considered to be a matter of great spiritual significance. It was believed that the spirits that lived in the river would be offended by the bridge and if the spirits were not appeased, they would cause the bridge to collapse (hence London bridge is falling down).

In order to appease the spirits, a sacrifice was required. The nature of the sacrifice depends on what type of spirits you want to appease. There is a tower in England where a cat was sacrificed in order to protect the tower from the attentions of evil spirits. In the case of building bridges, a cat was not going please the spirits. A human was a more appropriate sacrificial lamb. Thus, my fair lady...

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Happy All Hallow's Eve ^_^ and TTFN.

My mind's filled with nothing but images of belly dancers the whole of today. Don't ask me why, it just is. I think one of the reasons is that because my father was talking to one of his friends over Skype yesterday and the guy, being pretty high on wine at the moment, said he was belly dancing in front of his guests. Not a pleasant image to imagine...(blech! White man do belly dance! Watch his belly bounce!)

On the other hand, Ker Shin mentioned that for her restorant management project, her group is suppose to run a restaurant and the theme for their restaurant is an Arabian themed one. So yeah...I've been imagining her in one of those Arabian belly dancer outfits and I've got to wipe the drool off my lips a few times already ^_^

So good luck to Ker Shin on running that restaurant and I still say that you look drop dead gorgeous in one of those outfits ^_^

TTFN.

Went out just now for a smoke session (my version that is. Y'know, the one where three other people smoke and I'm the only non-smoker and so I have to do all the second-hand smoking again. Yup...that version)

Anyways, I was there with Mangkuk and Reza and one of Reza's friends was there as well. The main topic of conversation was our great politician (what else? He pissed Tung Hook off as well and the captain was talking about it to Minh so Minh also knows what he did) and we had a good laugh about it (after all, anyone with high blood pressure at 22 and who wants to become a politician deserves to be laughed at one way or the other).

I know I said I promised I won't be too angry anymore but sometimes shit happens and you have no choice but to be pissed. Although honestly speaking, this is the first time, I've been pissed off so many times in one semester. An omen of things to come, perhaps?

TTFN.

It's the first day of the Deeparaya holiday and already I'm suffering from the grips of extreme boredom. On the one side, I can start preparing for other assignments thats yet to be done, my dissertation, that HSBC young entrepreneurs thing and of course, my NaNoWriMo project that going to start in four days time, as of this date.

On the other side...it's still too damn boring without anything to do. Reza called me this afternoon with the same sentiments and he proposed that tomorrow night we go and play snooker or pool or whatever...

*sigh* Life is sad when there's nothing to do.

TTFN.

Just came back from watching that movie. Now I have to wipe the drool from my mouth...

Okay. Down to the quick and dirty review. Antonio Banderas reprises his role as Zorro and he wasn't too bad as an older and not wiser Zorro ^_^ Catherine Zeta Jones is still a babe at 36 and kicks ass as Elena de la Vega. We have a French bad guy who oozes villainy...or maybe he just oozes Frenchness. The kid Joaquin (I never caught the kid actor's name) was a little too spunky for my liking and he performed as the son of Zorro should: kicking ass even though he is 7 (I think he's 7)

But for me, I have to say that the real star of the movie is none other than...drums roll please...Tornado! Give it up for the big guy! He can't understand a word of English! He drinks tequilla neat! He chain smokes! His eyeball bulges out like a cartoon character when he sees a looming tunnel! Horses rule in the Legend of Zorro!

Oh my god...that horse is so cute!!! Hahaha...

TTFN.

Okay...here's the itinerary for the 3-days 2-nights P.D./Malacca trip that my class will be going for in two weeks time. Marvel at the timing...

Day 1

0700 Leave KDU
0900 Arrive at P.D.
0930 Eat breakfast
1130 Meeting with P.D. district officer
1300 Check-in
1330 Lunch
1430 Free Time
1530 Interview and survey of the tourists in P.D.
1830 Free Time
1930 Dinner
2030 Whatever

Day 2

0630 Excercise
0730 Free Time
0815 Breakfast
0930 Drive to Malacca
1030 Presentation and discussion with the Tourism officer in Malacca
1230 Lunch
1330 Interview and survey of the tourists in Malacca
1630 Tea
1730 Drive Back to P.D.
1800 Free Time
2000 BBQ Dinner and Whatever

Day 3

0630 Excercise
0730 Free Time
0815 Breakfast
0930 Discussion of survey and interview
1130 Leave P.D.
1330 Arrive at KDU

Whatever means that's the time we get to act like a bunch of rowdy idiots or saints if we choose to be saints (yeah right...). Take note of the first activity on Day 2 and 3. God...I pity us...according to Puteri, this is the only way she can torture us during this trip...

TTFN.

No offense to the Koreans who might read this or those who enjoy Korean drama series or movies o whatever but in my attempt not to bust a blood vessel over other things that has happened during this week (only Tuesday and so many things happened...sad...), I've decided to write down several observations I've made about Korean shows. Here goes:

1) The two main characters fall in love with each other and discover to their horror, that they are somehow related to one another.

2) There's always a love triangle and the way to resolve the triangle is for one person in the triangle to die. *coughcheapcough*

Not many observations since I don't really watch Korean shows. This is pretty much what I gathered from sitting down in front of the tv waiting for dinner to start and listening to my aunt's running commentary on how lame each shows are and how she can write a better story.

The question that begs to be answered of course is: why watch those shows in the first place if you think they're like that?

Her answer: There's nothing else to do except wait for dinner, so might as well just watch and try to guess the story.

TTFN.

*sigh* Seriously...this is getting a little too much. I hate it when people say I'm not doing my work, especially when I am doing my work. Okay...what happened is like this (in the short and sweer version):

First Azizan falls sick and does not show up today. Since the fella has no internet connection at home (according to him), he can't send his work to others. Him being the big hero, decides that since I have not being forthcoming with my work (according to him, if you believe it I'll show you the sms he sent him), he's going to do my part. He said he did it and he falls sick today and doesn't show up. Throughout the whole weekend, I'm wondering why the hell hasn't he sent me the info I needed and I decide 'Fuck it' and went on with the job anyways.

So comes Monday, he's not here and I'm waiting to show him my stuff and so I'm wondering where the hell is he? and I sent him one sms since he refuses to answer any calls and I get back hell from him because he thinks I didn't do my part of the work...

Now how did the song go again...oh yes...Burn motherfucker...burn...

TTFN.

Okay...I settled my part of the tourism assignment: two brochures, one introduction to the package and one sample itinerary. Now all I have to do is do my dissertation and menu assignment and worry about the others in my tourism group about whether they did their bit or not. Gave up on trying to contact Azizan since he has proven to be as bad as my brother when it comes to handphone i.e. have handphone/handphone number but nevers really answers the phone. *sigh*

Oh well...there's still tomorrow since Farinda says we can hand it in at any time as long as the assignment is handed in on Monday. Can't wait to see what the others came up with...

TTFN.

Good...today I managed to get some work done. Hopefully I can contact Azizan tomorrow and get the stuff I want from him otherwise the work is gonna have to carry on until Monday. *sad and happy feelings swirling around*

Anyways, happy birthday to Minh, since I know you're gonna be reading this later.

TTFN.

That was the cheesiest movie I've ever watched, seriously. I mean, this is the only time where I can actually see Chelsea lose to Newcastle. It may be last season's Chelsea, but still...Chelsea losing to Newcastle...that's like Everton today going up and beating today's Chelsea. Some things just cannot be imagined.

Oh and the number of football players that appeared in that movie. The movie forgot to mention names like Lampard, Joe Cole, Boa Morte, Riise, Baros, Gerrard, Jenas, Dyer and even Benitez also. Who cares about Beckham's cameo? We don't even understand what the hell it was he was saying to Santiago.

TTFN.

(Cue Star Wars intro theme and the whole scrolling effect)

In a fell swoop, the laziness inherent in me has overtaken my desire to do my tourism assignment and it is now in ruins. The hard-working trait rebels are now hard-pressed to beat back the laziness army, who are beating the rebels back into the outer rim of my consciousness. Behind all this, time slowly ticks away as the dateline for the tourism assignment draws ever closer...

Meanwhile, the hardworking trait rebels have begun a new scheme that will come in fruition on Saturday. But the laziness's agent, Darth Procrastinator has gotten wind of the plot and is flying towards the rebel's base to halt this new plan...

(TTFN.)

I missed class today (gasp! What! How can that happen?) by missing out on the announcement that it was carried forward to Kamril's time. Oh well...at least I'm not a borderline absentee ^_^

Anyways, I'm not doomed because of that. 12.30 today was spent in GSC watching the Rock's new movie, Doom. Ahh...the good old days when Doom 2 was the FPS of the day and not Counter-strike (I hate those one-shot kills...)

Good points: BFG (all right! Big Fucking Gun!), chainsaw (ask and you shall receive, Reza), Rosamund Pike (mmmm...babelicious plus she didn't say anything about reading books), the Rock saying "I shouldn't die" (you can guess what happened after he said that^_^) and of course, that FPS scene in the movie (much better done than the one in that god-awful Wing Commander movie).

Bad points: BFG was named Big Fat Gun, where are all the swear words (it sounded so...so...sanitized!), where have all the cyberdemons gone (I know, I know...based on Doom 3...but still...), felt very much like a sci-fi version of Land of the Dead (at least there's no inteligent zombie...now that was pure sacrilege, I tell you...).

After that, stopped by at college to see Ms Tah for dissertation supervision and Farinda popped in to drop a few 2 cents of her own (don't ask me why...ask her). Then went home, nade the mistake of stopping by at a book shop, saw the paperback version of Harry Potty and Snape. Bagged it and tagged it, so right now I'm reading Harry Potty and Snape instead of doing my dissertation or my tourism project.

See what I mean by I'm doomed? At least I'm half-way through the book. Hopefully I get to the part where Ron and Hermione admits their true feelings to each other before Ron goes forth and rip Harry apart for having wet dreams about Ginny by 3 in the morning.

TTFN.

After a long, strange and all-around-the-world decision making (and changing too. More minds were changed in trying to decide where to go for a class trip than underwears changed in New York on Underwear Day), we have finally voted and decided on...drums roll, if you please, Lars...Malacca and Port Dickson! Woohoo! Give us a big hand over here folks! Finally, we've decided on where we want to go! Yay! I'm a llama again...oops, wrong pop culture reference over here...

Hopefully, this time the decision will stick and we'll be able to go. Although about going to Malacca again...hmmmm...do I really want to revisit the place where I had a swimming lesson just last semester?

...hmmmm...bottoms up, I guess ^_^

TTFN.

This is what I read from the newspaper today in reference to the National Service and its weapons training programme:

Najib said weapons training would only be implemented if it was found to benefit the programme and trainees.

An interesting choice of words, I would say. Of course, the main point of this particular post is just exactly what benefits can be reaped from training Malaysian youths in the usage of firearms (read: assault rifles capable of semi-automatic fire, burst-fire and fully automatic fire, with the possibility of having under-barrel grenade launchers attached, low-light and/or thermographic vision magnification scope attached, etc.)?

Let's see...hmmm...what can a bunch of hormone-driven, excitement-seeking bunch of teenagers learn from using an assault rifle that would benefit them? How to fire the rifle in such a way that the recoil doesn't hurt your shoulder (assuming that they were firing the rifle from the shoulder)? Name the different parts of a rifle (let's see...we have the stock, the barrel, the muzzle, the chamber, the clip, the trigger, etc.)? How to hit a target from 100 metres (Okay Fagolas...eat that pussy bow of yours!)?

Seriously though...what kind of benefit can a person get from learning how to use a gun apart from learning how to kill another person in a more effective manner? I don't see why in the world would anyone want to continue having such a training programme in a National Service that is meant to teach our youths the values that they are supposed to be lacking in and to instil in them a sense of patriotism. Hell, teaching the kids how to handle a rifle goes against the very reason why the National Service was set up in the first place.

What benefit? Hah.

TTFN.

One thing actually just popped into my mind during dinne just now. Okay...here goes. Now so far, the lecturers who came to KDU from IMI happened to be English, French, German and Scottish. IMI is a Swiss academy. So where the hell are all the Swiss lecturers? Anyone care to answer that question for me? Or correct me in case I wasn't there when a Swiss lecturer came or one of the visiting lecturers I met was actually Swiss...

Anyone?

TTFN.

I need to write this down now before I forget about it tonight. In Puteri's class just now, we were doing a little personality test (she says it helps her with how she's going to conduct the peer evaluation thingie at the end of the year) and one of the thing that popped out was that I always looked stressed out. Common knowledge to me, since I know that I only have two facial expressions: either I looked stressed out (or constipated) or I look like I'm damn tired.

Interesting bit actually, since I do know about this but this is the first time it's been said to me. Whether or not this would signify an image change for me is a little too soon to say (I'm actually quite comfortable with myself) and I do like the fact that it's a little harder to read me (actually I'm quite easy to read since I'm pretty shallow and this adds to the whole mystery of me).

On the whole, an interesting thing to think about. Maybe I'll write somemore about it later tonight...

TTFN.

*sigh*...this is too much...first Alonso wins the driver's championship...then they win the constructor's title...then they sing 'We are the Champions' when they cross the finish line and to top things up, the Renault car catches fire after the race is over. Not during the race but after the race is wrapped up. So sad...and the worst part is, so typical Mclaren. Always losing it at the wrong time. *sad sad*

Now have to say the same thing I always say whenever the F1 season finishes: "Never mind...next year Mclaren will win it for sure." Makes me sound like a miserable sore loser, doesn't it? Well...that's what fans are for, I guess...

Now if you'll excuse me, I have more sadness to work out...

TTFN.

Damn it...I'm feeling extremely and stupidly lazy today...don't even feel like doing my assignments or even type out this post. *sigh* must think of something to do before this intense laziness invades my mind and I don't feel like doing anything at all...

Think hardworking thoughts...hmm...nah...that's too damn cheesy and stupid. Besides just sitting down and thinking hardworking thoughts only makes me lazier. Better find something more impressive than that.

TTFN.

The Corpse Bride was the most beautiful corpse that I've ever seen. When she danced her dance, you'd think that there was nothing happier feeling than to have finally wedded the person of your dreams, even though you've never met that person before and you married that person based on an accidentally spoken vow. *sigh* That sounds nice...somewhat...perhaps...maybe...I don't know.

Of course, the dead do get angry, too and therefore make sure that she doesn't say "Hopscotch" nor do you drink from wine from a dead person's cup. Of course, you'd deserve all that if you were the one who killed the Corpse Bride in the first place, which simply makes your undoing simply delicious with a taste of irony in it.

Of course, everyone gets a chance to live happily ever after, except for the Corpse Bride, who merely finds her freedom. Is that right? I don't know. Who knows? But the butterflies aren't telling, that's for sure.

TTFN.

Not that I visited it before, of course ^_^ Anyways, I had the pleasure of watching the BA2's EDP presentation today. Suffice to say, it wasn't quite what I expected (or maybe it was expected, just not expected expected, you know?)

Putting aside my comments about that (not over here I'll air there out, since rumours does abound like kangaroos on a caffeine rush), this kinda reminds me about my EDP presentation, which on a scale of 1 to 10 of a disaster scale (1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest), I'll put it as a seven (I still remember banging my head on the laptop when I heard some of the answers given by my group members. Some things just aren't worth living for)

But it still brings back some memories (note that I said memories and not fond memories. Big diff). I'd like to do some reminising about it but right now my mind's a bit foggy (not beer, thank God, 'cause I think my waistline's starting to look like Reza's and I'd better cut down on the F&B part, especially the B part) so I don't want to write about that right now.

TTFN.

What happened today? Well...let's see...woke up for an eight o' clock class only to listen to some nameless Frenchman who doesn't talk like a Frenchman talk about something, had my mind drift in and out about Shadowrun, waited for an eleven o' clock class that didn't turn up, went to Amcorp, went home and went home again.

Yup...yet another boring day in my boring life. At least it's not an interesting life ^_^

TTFN.

I walked up to the door and I took a deep breath. It was time for me to say goodbye but it was going to hurt me. Never mind, I said to myself. Take the hurt and then it’s over. You’re free forever. Good point over there, so I knocked on the door.

The door open and I saw her. I gave her one final gaze before my fear overtook me and I turned around and ran. Amidst the sadness that overwhelmed my brain, I heard her called out: Wait Lassie, where are you going? Come back over here, boy!

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I just dared myself to write a story that was 100 words in length. It was total hell but I finished it at last. Hope you enjoyed it ^_^

TTFN.

I had this crazy idea about two weeks back but I forgot all about it until today. First things first, I'd like to state that this post is meant as a joke and no offence to the ladies and to the heterosexual guys, okay? And now, here goes:

1) You can fondle one bungkus of nasi lemak without being charged for sexual harassment (people will just think that you're weird but not a pervert)
2) You can fondle as many bungkus of nasi lemak that you want
3) You can enjoy that warm tingling sensation of fondling a bungkus of nasi lemak
4) If it gets cold, you can take another bungkus and fondle it or you can just eat it.
5) If it's still warm, you can eat it.
6) No one is going to call you a cannibal for eating nasi lemak
7) If you're not satisfied with one, eat another one
8) If you're not satisfied with two, have another two. Nobody's going to be jealous or accuse you of having an affair
9) If you find any traces of silicon in your nasi lemak, you can exchange it for a silicon free one
10) It's only RM 0.80 for one bungkus of nasi lemak versus the cost of hiring a woman, wooing a woman, marrying a woman or a sexual harassment lawsuit against you.

Again I say, this post is meant to be a joke. If you managed to get this far, you definitely understand that it's just a joke posted up by a celibate (mostly by choice, I think), heterosexual male who's still single and available ^_^

TTFN.

It's funny how birthdays are suppose to make a person feel older and all that but after 23 birthdays, I still don't feel a single day older (nor do I look any older than 16, at least that's what people tell me and they still refuse to believe that I'm 23). Maybe it has something to do with the geek factor (most geeks have a tendency to look much younger than they actually are. Case in point, the 40 year old virgin). Maybe it has something to do with my genes (case in point, my father and aunt. People still don't believe that they really are that old).

About the only thing that can make me feel old however, is when I spend time with people younger than me (20's don't count but under 19 does count). Honestly, if you want to feel really old, take a look at what the 21st century kids are doing (I'm a 90's kid, one full decade difference does make a lot of difference). Man...makes a person fell really old, now that does.

Oh well...that's the way the ball bounces. Sooner or later, old age does catch up with one, regardless of how young a person is at heart, in looks or whatever. Pity about that...

TTFN.

Normally people don't usually post up two posts regarding their birthday on the same day but I think this one definitely deserves a second post.

Here goes:



That's right folks! Not one cake, but two cakes! They must still think I'm some kind of human vacuum cleaner or something...

Haha...anyways the story behind the two cakes (at least from what I heard) went something like this: first my father went and bought a cake. Then my sister bought a cake. They didn't tell each other that they were buying a cake so we ended with two cakes on the table today. *sigh* I think I'm going to be putting on a lot of weight today...

But a big thanks to the two of them for the cakes. It's makes this year's birthday something to talk about, definitely.

TTFN.

As of three hours ago (now being about 11.30 a.m.) I am now officially, technically, legally and biologically (except educationally) 23. Which is suppose to mean that I've been an adult for the past two years (since 21) but the problem is I never really did acknowledge that fact. Which probably explains as to why I'm still where I am (studying instead of working, single instead of happily married, yada yada yada yada)...

Oh well...got to make the best of life. Now I need to hunt out all those who share the same birthdate as me and wish them 'Many happy returns' as well (there's two of them as far as I know and this means I'll get into trouble if I forget their birthday and since they're both girls, it really means I'll get into trouble ^_^) and I definitely need to send that thank you note to Sally (don't know if she can remember what she did but I definitely did and I still have it).

Now for that drunken festival...

TTFN.

I just found Reza's organiser in my house, in my PC room and the best part of it all is: he's never been to my place before. So how the hell did it get into my room? Possible answers:

1) He left it in my car and forgot about it (slim possibility because he's only been in my car twice)
2) I accidentally took it from his car and left it in my car (possible but even then I would have noticed it in my car and not in my PC room)
3) Some twisted evil creature stole it from him and placed it in my room in a feeble attempt to frame me for theft (This is it! The true answer! Begone foul creature of the Abyss! And all that other jazz ^_^)

God knows...seriously.

TTFN.

I'm thinking about hosting one tomorrow but I haven't worked out the details of it yet. Once I do, I'll get back to you guys. Suggestions are much appreciated.

TTFN.

Well folks...I am now officially commited to NaNoWriMo a.k.a. National Novel Writing Month. Can't believe I actually did it but I did. Now I've commited myself to writing 50000 words next month. That's about 1667 words a day. Man...that sucks ^_^

What should I write about? There's that pride and joy of mine which some of you guys may have already read, but I'm kinda afraid of finishing that one...because I don't really know how that story would end and whether or not Nasedo and Dawn would actually meet in the end...

Of course, there ae other stories that are floating around in my mind (any takers on Cthulhu? ^_^) but now I need to sit back and think about what I want to write about.

TTFN.

Am currently watching that movie (paused it so that I could type this post out before I forget about it). One thought that keeps floating around my head (I really need to stop thinking during a movie) is how does it feel like to be a 40 year old virgin. Okay...he has action figures all over the place, he's got the latest electronics (plasma tv, hi-fi, PS2, X-box), he's got an entire collection of comics (gotta worth millions I think), didn't see any PC (but it must be pretty damn cool I think and not just one of them but eight of them), has more video games than a teenage Asian boy (which means a lot)...*sigh*...what a dream come true...

Maybe I should try that too. Might be more fun than it looks ^_^

TTFN.

It's a lovely programme, Skype. I can make free phone calls (to other PCs, that is but according to my dad, using Skype to call to land phones is actually much cheaper than using an IDD card, something like 0.02 euros per minute, I don't know) but of course there is a slightly annoying part, which I just noticed today.

There's a function in Skype, which allows a person to search for other Skype users. Make the correct limitations and bang! You're capable of cyber-flirting with whoever you want to cyber-flirt with.

Which is what happened to me today. I didn't do the cyber-flirting (I'm too innocent to even think of such things ^_^ Please note the halo above my head and the nimbus that surrounds my body. If you want, I can even show you my stigmata) but a couple of girls did. My god...the last thing in this world that I thought would happen did happen. The world really is coming to an end...

So...I get hit on by these girls and I'm going, how did you get my nick and all that? And they told me. Okay...either these girls have nothing better to do or they just can't help themselves whenever they see me. Hmmm...I wonder which could it be...

Oh well...gotta stop writing this now. Got a couple of ladies I need to entertain over here ^_^

TTFN.

When does a person feel most alone? When he or she with a group of friends. All you have to do is be friends with whoever you want to make feel alone. Then treat the person as a casual friend. After that, you slowly start to ignore what that person has to say or at least you don't reply or make noncommital grunts. But you still include that person in your group of friends list or you continue to ask that person out to hang out with you. If you were to do the latter, make sure that you always invite a group of people to go out with you as well and make doubly sure that you totally ignore that person when you're in the midst of hanging out.

And that's how you make a person feel totally alone. TTFN.

P.S. Please note the above-mentioned title. I'm just writing this out of sheer boredom and am not particularly targeting anyone in particular. Thank you for reading this post-script and for not tearing my throat out. I don't mind dying but please do it in a nice way.

Death happens to be anyway and anytime. You know, the tall, skeletal guy who wears a black hooded robe and carries a scythe made of bright blue...something? Rides a white horse named Binky and sometimes goes around with an equally skeletal rat called Death of Rats? I had pleasure of meeting him twice so far in my life, the first being about eight years ago when I also had the pleasure of meeting a lightning bolt head on and the second was yesterday but that was from afar and it's more of a 'Hi-and-bye' sitch but I guess you can say that it counts too.


Meet Death-of-Rats

Why the sudden obsession with Death? I don't know...maybe because I've been thinking about it for a while, in the manner of I-don't-want-to-commit-suicide-but-I-don't-mind-dying and this whole Bali bombing II and how close it was for me and a lot of other people I know is getting to me, I guess. Do I really don't mind if I die now? If I do mind, is there something else that I want to do first before I lie down with a daisy in my hand?

I guess there is one thing...but that's for me to know and for you, Constant Reader, to figure out on your own (not that it's so difficult that you can't see through it now can you?) Right now, I think I'll sit down and brood about all this things somemore...maybe there is something worth while about this thing called living after all...yeah right...

TTFN.

Oh my God...I don't believe it...I just don't believe it...Bali just got bombed again, and the worst part of it was...I could have been there, if it weren't for the fact that the class' Bali trip was postponed to November and changed to a different destination. It's kinda eerie, I have to admit, knowing that death was knocking on my door, but for the grace of God...

And the even eerier part is that the bombing took place in the part of Bali where the class was scheduled to visit today (Jimbaran and Kuta) and the fact that so far, there were 19 people dead (there's 18 students in the class plus one lecturer...). God...it's weird, I tell you, to be just sitting here typing out this post when in another reality, I could be lying down on the ground in Bali, dead. It's just...too weird...this semi-detached feeling that I'm feeling right now...it's like I'm not suppose to be here typing this, I'm suppose to be over there, torn to shreds but I'm not and someone else died in my place...

The worst part of it all is the fact that there are, at this point of this writing, 19 casualties from the bombing. There's 18 students in my class and one lecturer who was suppose to follow us...that's nineteen total...that could have been us...it could have been us that are lying dead over there...it's almost as if they died in our place...

Oh God...I don't know what to say...except a big thank God that the class wasn't there...and my deepest and sincerest condolences to the families of the 19 people so far confirmed to be dead. I wish that this incident never took place in the first place and that we could all just be smiling and laughing instead of mourning the dead or sitting at this PC and typing out this 'What if' post...

I weep for your loss,
this tragedy that struck you.
Our hearts break as one
And we ask the Almighty,
"Why did this happen?"
But the sky remains silent,
our tears still flowing,
and our sorrows like a wave
smashing and crushing
the walls of our hearts and mind.

TTFN.

October is usually a funny month for me. It's the month where I'm suppose to be happy but it's the month where everything usually has to be finished up and handed in. It's suppose to be the month where everyone is suppose to be rejoicing but it's the month where I don't feel...that joyous.

Stupid October, nothing ever happens properly this month for me...ever and never. But maybe this year, there won't be any more screw ups. Maybe this year, everything will go right and nothing bad will happen this month...

Yeah right. In my fucking dreams, perhaps.

TTFN.