Answering The Telephone

Answering the phone is a painstaking task, for you never know what to expect. Sometimes the calls might be of benefit to you and in other occasions, its just pointless to have picked the phone up. Prank calls are by far the most irritating of them all. At times, these sort of calls come in the middle of the night or at other times when you least expect to receive one. People who specialize in prank calling are probably people who have nothing else better to do with their boring and unproductive life. Who could blame them though for being such jerks? They're just wanting a little attention I guess. Prank calls are one of those phone calls that is eligible enough to be listed in the least beneficial category. Nonetheless, I still find picking up the phone to be a very painful experience. I receive loads of phone calls in the morning part of the day whence I'll usually be fast asleep. The moment the phone starts ringing, it will feel as though thorns had just pierced through them fragile eardrums of mine; current emotions that I am feeling will literally vanish the moment my phone starts ringing and I'll start mumbling like a grumpy old man. What even worse is to have a sweet dream distorted by the ringing of a phone. I really hate when that happens.

But, when I look at the bright and sunny side of things, the less favorable ringing sound of a phone does help me loads in terms of waking up early. If it wasn't for Alexandre Graham Bell's life altering invention, I'd probably be late or not turn up at all for appointments or other daily errands that are of importance to me. Although the ringing of a phone may be of less pleasure to me, it still is an integral part of my life. It has served me as a friend, a loyal servant and a precise alarm clock with a ringing sound that is less appealing to thine ear. However, my phone hasn't been functioning for the past three days. I'm not sure what caused this malfunction though. My trusty companion now lies on the desk as silent as a mute. It rings no more. In the past, I always wished that my phone malfunctions so that I may be left in peace, but now, after having my aspirations turned into reality, I now live with regret. My hand phone on the other hand, uses prepaid instead of a fixed line. To make matters even worse, I have no credit in it. This makes it impossible for me to contact other people who are related or in close acquaintance with me in case of an emergency. Thus, I hope that my phone comes back to life again for without it, I am just a lost and lonely soul.

Monopoly

It has been raining relentlessly for days now. Small puddles of water start to form on roads, which birds then fly into to take a shower. Homes of the smaller creatures such as ants were destroyed by the onrushing water, leaving them no choice but to abandon their homes in search of higher grounds. Furred animals such as cats and dogs, especially the stray ones are forced to seek shelter to keep themselves dry and away from the rain; probably a precautionary step to avoid catching a cold or something like that. The plants and trees were probably dancing in the streets, as they were able to receive much needed water after having to survive for months without water. Aside from that, household lizards were also having the time of their lives whilst feasting on the helpless insects which took cover from the rain. Not too far from my place, workers from nearby construction sites had to stall their work for the fear of landslide occurrences. Workers of construction sites are also often told by their bosses that apart from the occurrence of landslides, the damp and muddy soils which have no real support can also lead to the happening of unwanted accidents; which could cost the construction company dearly.

The rainy conditions outside forced me to seek shelter amidst the comfort of my own home. The thunder and lightning which followed after the rain had started made it impossible for me to use the internet; which if I did, would lead to unwanted scenarios. Well, being a LAN network user, I find it not advisable to surf the net during the occurrence of a lightning; cause its pretty hazardous. Thus, I decided to read a book instead. Shakespeare's, 'Romeo & Juliet' was my primary choice. This celebrated novel is probably the most well-known, if compared to Shakespeare's other works, such as Hamlet or Twelfth Night. It did not take me long to grow bored of reading. So, I then decided to divulge in another activity which is seemingly unproductive if compared to the previous activity that I was occupying myself with. It was none other than playing games on my mobile phone. In my mind, I felt it as a waste of time, and it did not take me long to abandon that too. Being bored and feeling that my mind is not being put to good use, I decided to talk my sisters who were busy with their homework into playing a game of monopoly with me.

My youngest sister, who saw this as an opportunity to avoid doing her homework for the time being welcomed my request with open arms. My other sister who was the 2nd eldest in the family, didn't really see the idea of playing monopoly to be a good and useful way to spend her time. But after much persistence, my youngest sister managed to convince my 2nd sister that playing monopoly was a great idea. My youngest sister is very good with words and really knows how to convince other souls into doing stuff which at first, they(the other people) did not feel like doing. With that sort of talent, she ought to become a lawyer or something. Honestly, I'm the biggest crook when it comes to games that involve money and business dealings. Also, I've cheated in a few occasions. But who cares, its only just a game right? Anyway, my youngest sister chose to car, while my youngest sister chose the ship. I on the other hand, chose the basket. I'm not sure why but I seem to like the basket, for its more stable than the other characters in the board game. We started not long after we had chosen our characters. My youngest sister started first as the number she had acquired was the biggest amongst us. I was last though.

In truth I ain't really a lucky bugger when it comes to tossing dices. It never was and will never be my forte I guess. A round passed and I was the sole remaining player who was behind the others, probably by a mile. My youngest sister who was leading the pack, did not hesitate to buy whichever property she landed on. She's just giving us a tough time. Psychologically, I was disturbed for I feared all the good places will be gone by the time I passed 'GO'. My greatest fear was that the property of my preference would be purchased by either one of my sisters. The property which I admired most was Boardwalk. The magnanimously high rents, were a painstaking task that every opponent wouldn't like to comprehend; especially if a hotel was erected on it. The mouthwatering rental sum of $2000, is something everyone who plays monopoly would love to avoid. My fears turned into reality not long after as my youngest sister also known as 'the relentless purchaser of properties' bought Boardwalk for $400. The hefty price of Boardwalk was something that my sister was willing to pay for, even if it required her to mortgage properties that she already possesses.

By the time the fifth round had commenced, I was probably the player with the least number of properties. I also owed to bank $150 courtesy of me landing on Luxury Tax in a number of occasions. A rounds fee might probably pay up my debts. But unluckily, I kept landing on the Income Tax column on the board. Owing the bank $150 and not being in possession of 6 or more properties was pretty embarrassing for a person like me; who had devoted the most part of my childhood playing monopoly with my uncles and cousins. By the end of the thirteenth round I was declared bankrupt, after having landed on Boardwalk for the second time in a row. Losing monopoly probably concluded my day as being an ill-fated one. My youngest sister, who had won the game, was dancing in the streets; overwhelmed by the joy of triumphing over her elder brother. Nonetheless, I still find the board game by Parker Brothers to be a very good game. It is also one of those game that can help people who find mathematics to not being their forte. As soon as we finished packing, the rain subsided. Within seconds, the sun shined brightly above the horizon.

I was probably the happiest person of all to have witnessed absence of raindrops and the presence of the big round sun, for I can now the surf the net; which I had been dying to do a couple of hours ago. My sisters though weren't that very keen on the idea of continuing their homework; but they haven't any other choice.

The Poem Of Randomness

You can't see the day-stars shine,
Likewise you can't see the good in people,
For you're no Mighty God,
Just an ordinary human being,

Living your life till its time,
To pass on to the next world,
Where you'll be united with the souls,
Of the dead of this world,

Ti's is the only opportunity that you'd get,
To catch a glimpse of God,
For you've never seen Him before,
In the world that is of the highest degree of materiality,

You'd also find it hard to catch a Humming Bird,
Perched high up on a branch,
That is of a wooden Oak Tree,
As you aren't created for that sole purpose,

But you'll be able to do so,
Whence you are asleep,
And that is when you are in total control of a virtual world,
That is known also as the dream world,

At times when you were a kid,
You'd often wonder; Why do people cry during funerals?
And when you ask your mom,
She'd reply; Do not ponder upon those unnecessary thoughts of yours,

Get a definite answer you do not,
So you'll then carry on to wonder,
Why do people cry during funerals?
Until you are mature enough to understand and need not wonder no more,

Love is like an ionic bond,
Between two people who are very much fond of each other,
For they see something special in each other,
Only they can see while others can't,

When you were a kid, you know not of love,
And those goodnight kisses that your parents often render you,
Before you go to bed,
Is what you actually perceive love to be,

'School is cool!', well that's what grownups say,
But to a kid it is just hell,
And to a parent it is heaven,
But still, it often puts a parent through hell whilst getting their kid to school,

Jack and the beanstalk,
Oh, what a wonderful tale! That of a boy who got rich,
While stealing a giants priced possessions,
Imagine, just how pleasant would it be, if life were that easy!

Mr. Grasshopper sir, why are you crying?
I cry for I am in pain, deep down in my heart,
Why are you in pain, if you don't mind me ask?
Cause the humans have destroyed my home rendering me no place to lay me head,

Plants give us oxygen,
We give plants carbon dioxide,
And we chop plants, but for what good reason?
To build homes and speed up our annihilation,

The world is just big,
Too big for a tiny bloke like me,
There's loads of stuff going on in it as what the newspaper states,
But sadly, its going on around me,

In ancient Egypt there lived the Pharaohs,
Who wanted their bodies to be preserved,
But for what good reason?
Well, so that they'll be found by scientists 3000 years in the future,

Ponder upon this; If the world were in black and white,
Like them old movies you see on television,
Would it be fun or would it be boring?
If everyone looked the same,

At times wouldn't it be nice,
If the roads of usually congested freeways be empty,
And you can drive with no real obstruction,
Reaching your workplace in the nick of time,

Dictionaries! What would we do without them?
If it weren't for these thick books,
We'd probably be cracking our heads finding definitions,
Through people whom we perceive to be way knowledgeable than ourselves,

If it weren't for boats,
How would we cross the deep blue seas?
And if it weren't for snowmobiles,
How would we cross the tundra in one piece?

Weddings are thought to be a joyous occasion,
Whilst funerals are thought to be a sorrow-stricken occasion,
Weddings involve the joining of hands of two people who are madly in love with each other,
Funerals involve the departure of the soul from its material body,

Thence, if the soul departs from its material cage,
Is it not free then?
As it can now fly elsewhere, to the Celestial Kingdom of God,
To attain his Beloveds presence.

Thereto, I've reached the end,
Of my so called random poem,
Which is filled with stuff relating not to its previous stanza,
But to the random life of me, myself and I.(a little smirk)

One Word Is All It Takes

There is an old saying which says, 'the pen is mightier than the sword'. This is very true indeed for the words you write down using only a pen, has the capabilities of destroying a persons heart and disrupting the tranquility of their very soul. So yes, words do have a strong impact on individuals. Hence, you should be very cautious whilst uttering words to another individual, for the wrong manner of utterance could bring about devastating consequences. Anyway, there is no exact definition for words, besides it being the smallest free form in a language. But do not worry, I am not going to dwell so much into the definition of words, for if I were to explain them, I will take loads of time. Anyhow, words as we all know it, can be combined to form a sentence or phrase. These sentences can then be combined with another sentence in correlation to the first using coordinating conjunctions to form compound sentences. Examples of coordinating conjunctions include the words; and, but, or and nor. Thus, with the help of our devoted teachers who have sacrificed so much of their precious time teaching us the wonders of words, we now know how to put them to use.

But the big question is, do we put them to good use or to bad use? I am not specifically directing this question towards the career point of view but towards how we converse to people. You see, at times we subconsciously feel that what we try to deliver to another individual in the medium of speech sounds pretty UN-obscene to our ears but we cannot tell how the individual that we are directing the speech to would feel. We do not possess the power to read the minds of others, so we can't tell what is exactly going on in another persons mind. Hereto, everything that we say must be carefully analyzed in our minds so that we do not say anything offensive. You see, the minute you've uttered words out of your mouth, its out for good. There's no way of taking them back, for we haven't gotten a time machine yet. By the way, I too utter words aimlessly at times without pondering upon it in my mind, and frankly speaking, it has cost me dearly. For I feel that at times I've hurt another persons heart unintentionally. Luckily though, after a short space of time, those people forgive me for my impertinence. But this does not apply to all individuals for some of them are hard to buy.

Well I've been wasting my precious time talking of the negative stuff, so now I shall move on to the positive stuff. You see, making a person smile through the usage of mere words ain't that difficult. A simple 'hi' and 'bye' would suffice in most occasions. Saying nice stuff about another individual whether it is about their exterior or interior features is indirectly a good deed. This because you are actually sort of making another person happy. Putting a smile on a gloomy individuals face or giving encouragement to an individual whence all hope is lost, will not only enlighten their hearts but yours as well. For it always feels like a job well done when you are able to do such thing. Thereto, you're happy, they're happy, everyone's happy and no one looses. Well, there's this one girl that keeps putting a smile on my face with the messages that she sends. Although, it is pretty long, I still do not mind spending my time reading them for they are written in a very sweet manner. Thus, my point is, whether it is written or spoken, words do leave an irremovable stain in our hearts and souls.

A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words

Everything from a mere dot is a work of art. Why do I say so? Well, when you draw a simple dot on a blank piece of A4 sized paper, it puts you under an artists impression of being a very empty and lonesome person. The dot represents a soloist. It is also often depressing to see something or someone alone or without companionship. Thus, to an artists point of view, this dot is the mere example of the depressing feeling that a person feels when he or she is alone. I've acquaintanceship with a girl who spends her free time painting and going for art lessons. It is very heart warming in actual fact to hear someone spend their free time in such manner. I feel it a very productive way to spend your free time. At a very young age, I was very much in love with art, courtesy of me mom. She thought me how to draw and at the age of four, I drew my very first master piece which was of a train. I was very fond of trains back then. Probably because of their sheer size due to the addition of numerous number of coaches behind the power coach.

Anyway, I find drawing to be less of a problem to me. What I face much difficulty in is painting. Painting has always seemed like an impossible task to me for I haven't gotten the 'painters touch'. But having not the painting skills hasn't forced me to stop trying. I attempted painting the pictures which I've drawn for that sole purpose(painting) but they all turned out pretty horrid. Although I am aware of the fact that any artwork produced whether ghastly or less appealing to the eye is still a genuine work of art; those paintings of mine didn't exactly turn out the way I pictured them to. My paintings would probably give Piero Della Francesca a heart attack. Honestly speaking, them paintings of mine are pretty bad. By the way, the girl that I told you I'm in acquaintance with, well her artwork is way better than mine probably by a mile's length; trust me, I've seen it.

Anyway, I find drawing, painting or art as a whole to be the best way for a person to express themselves. This is because from a painting, you can actually tell whether a person is happy, sad, sorrow, confused, crazy, tranquil or lonely; kindly note that these are just examples as there are loads of other emotions that a person may experience. People who find it hard to express themselves verbally can choose art as an alternate medium through which they can vomit their innermost feelings or emotions through. In rare occasions, people who are supposedly skilled writers also find it easier to express themselves through painting or drawing. Remember, a picture's worth a thousand words. The popular saying, 'a picture's worth a thousand words' is a Chinese proverb. Besides that, instead of me writing posts, it would probably be a better alternative for me to draw pictures right? It could possibly save me loads of time, but truthfully I still adore writing even more for I ain't that good an artist(smirk).

Help Can Come In Many Ways

Everyday, when I first open my eyes, I see the same the same bed that I've been sleeping on, the same pillow that I've been resting my head on, and the same room that I've been sleeping in for the past couple of years. Although it isn't much, I am still grateful for having a place where I can call home. I consider myself to be very fortunate for some people do not possess the kind of luxury that I do. But it is pretty saddening at times, to look at the people of other countries, that are poverty-stricken. At times I feel like landing a hand to them, but in reality I haven't gotten much to give. I am still a student and I've no degree nor diploma yet. My career aspirations however is to become a doctor. I hope that with the help of God, The Almighty, I'll be able to achieve this life-long dream. God-willingly, upon the completion of my studies, I will be rendered the opportunity to serve in a very poor country where its people is in much need of medical attention.

Serving in the sub-Saharan parts of Northern Africa will be my primary choice. My secondary choice will be to serve in Ethiopia for the country is concentrated with many infectious diseases, so named; tuberculosis, poliomyelitis, hepatitis A, measles, Epstein-Barr virus, rabies, human immunodeficiency virus(HIV), rubella and mumps. What even more less appealing to the ear is that they've short supply of doctors. This shortage of doctors and medication has caused the mortality rate in Ethiopia to rise to a staggering 30000 per year. This is no small figure. You'll feel even more depressed whence you see a child suffer from this sort of disease. Lack of food, water and vitamins, has made children in the Ethiopian provinces to be more prone towards illness and infectious diseases. The lack of food, water and vitamins is probably the major reason why the immunity level of the citizens of Ethiopia is deteriorating. Luckily, where I live, medical aid can be easily acquired. Most places you go, even to the most remote parts of my country, there is bound to be a clinic or a medical center. The medical fees here are also considered to be adequate for every citizen here regardless whether poor or rich, can still afford. Besides that, the health minister in my country came up with a policy where every student below the age of 18, will be given free tetanus, rubella and bacillus-calmette guerin shots. This is one method which managed to reduce the death tolls in my country.

But its pretty understandable if this policy is not implemented in poorer countries because the Government in those countries which are struck by poverty don't possess a sufficient amount of funding to acquire a large amount of these vaccines. Also, keep in mind that these vaccines aren't cheap. They're actually pretty expensive. For instance, one bottle of tetanus alone costs around about $20, and will give around about 20 shots. So its not really advisable for a country which has a population of around about 81 million people to spend their money on tetanus shots whence they're facing financial problems. But, I believe that this problem will soon subside in the near future for more and more wealthier countries are lending a helping hand to the less fortunate countries. Honestly, I actually find this very appeasing to hear for the prayers of the civilians of all the less wealthy countries have been answered in the form of financial and medical assistance handed over by the more financially superior countries. Also, not to forget manpower in the form of qualified doctors. Hopefully, someday I'd be able to add to the number of doctors that are already serving in those countries which are in need of medically qualified assets.

The Headless Golfer

I can't see clearly without the visual aid of my glasses. Being short sited, I find it hard to spot distant objects. But then, luckily I can still see the words that appear on the screen of my computer, which is the result of my typing them. At times I feel that I type rubbish as the certain stuff that I type, has no relevance whatsoever to me. My imagination is to be blamed for this. I believe everyone who is reading this post at this very moment, do ponder or fantasize about the places which they've seen but never been to. In order for this to happen, that particular place should enthrall or captivate the mind of the fantasist. It must be special in a certain perspective or appealing to be fantasized of. Anyhow, I believe everyone would love to go to that special place which they portrayed of being in in their mind. Besides that, my dreams are also to be labeled as the culprit for letting my thoughts run wild. That is probably the main reason why I am so passionate of sleeping; so I can ever so often.

Usually I sleep like 10 hours on average. I know, that it is not good for my health, but I'd do anything for those 'loco' ideas that I get whilst dreaming; this only proceeds if the dream is a good one. When I was a kid, my dreams usually evolved into nightmares. One of them was about this golfer who terrorized the locals; as he was wanting to acquire a head, after losing his on one Halloween night. What terrified me even more was that he used a huge golf ball as a temporary head, until he'd find a real head. There was this one incident that happened in the early hours of Saturday. In my dream, the headless golfer had literally caught me by the scruff of my neck. The golfer then reached for his golf stick, which he'd use to knock off my head.

As he was about to decapitate me, thankfully I woke up. I was heavily sweating. Trembling with fear, I checked my room a couple of times to see if anyone was sharing it without my knowledge. But to my relieve, no one was in it except me. The headless golfer was just a character in a bizarre nightmare of mine. He does not exist in reality. By the way, this was a somewhat crazy dream. It was all my cousins fault for telling me the tale of the headless golfer. I was also a little imbecilic to believe such thing existed. Anyhow, I still gotta hand it to my cousin whom I am so grateful of having for telling me the tale which has left a me a little paranoid at times. But anyway, if it wasn't for that ridiculed story, my dream would not have had any spice in it at all. Thus, rendering me a boring and unfruitful sleep.

Driving Lessons

When I was a kid, I was always very fond of driving. I would often visited the arcade around twice a week or so to play them racing video games. It was probably the next best thing to driving an actual car. It was not long after that I became addicted to video games of the racing genre for it involved driving. I purchased loads of racing video game CD's which I later installed in my computer. The video games that I purchased were those developed by Electronical Arts(EA) Studios. The video games that they developed seemed very realistic. Also, I watched Formula One(F1) very frequently back in the days. At times I often aspired to become an F1 driver. This passion that I had towards Formula One was mainly because of the cars, which were designed to go fast. Another reason why I so desperately wanted to become an F1 driver was probably because of my childhood idol, Micheal Schumacher; a racing legend in the Formula One history books. He is also by my reckoning the best driver in the world, for he drives so very well on both wet and dry track conditions.

When I turned 17, my dreams of learning to drive a real car was made into reality, as I finally reached the legal age of learning to drive in my country. I was so anxious of starting my driving lessons. At times I would sleep restlessly for, the thought of how my first day of driving would turn out, kept crossing my mind frequently. When it finally came to my first day at driving school, my passion for driving was immediately turned off by the condition of the school itself. The driving school was in quite a bad shape and the stench of cigarette smoke was unbearable. The stench however was so concentrated that when you get back home, you'll be literally smelling like a smoker. That's not all. The bathroom on the other hand was 'GHASTLY'! It is probably the most horrid thing that I've ever seen hitherto. Anyhow, there was no turning back, for I've already signed up for the lesson. It was a do or die thing in actual fact. The first few lessons though were all about rule's and regulations, plus the 'do not do' stuff while you're driving on any tarred surface called a road. The lecture was in actual fact, pretty boring indeed.

The other students which shared the same classroom with me, weren't the least bothered of whatever the lecturer babbled during that 3 hours of torture. I on the other hand tried to fix my eyes on the whiteboard as much as possible; and hoped it did not deviate elsewhere. After the lecture had finished, I had to sit for a preliminary exam on the following week before I could acquire my Learning(L) license. The place at which the examination was held wasn't too far off the school. The exam was nerve racking as it was all computer based. One wrong click and you're 'carne muerta' baby. I only managed to get by the test on my 3rd attempt; not too shabby by my reckoning. A week or so later, I finally got my Learning(L) license. I was dancing in the streets when I finally got hold of my license. However, all did not go as according to plan when I finally found out that my driving instructor was none other than 'Mr. Foo'! Oh, how I shudder every time I hear his name. He was an old lad, who has been a driving instructor for more than 30 years. He was pretty hard on me; most of the times.

He probably treats all boys the same way. Anyway, the nicest thing he probably said to me was, 'your gear change from 2nd to 3rd was good, that's the way its done!'. Well it was sort of pleasant hearing him utter those words to me. Apart from that, if it wasn't for him(my driving instructor), I wouldn't be holding a Probationary(P) license on this very day.

Traveling

The earth is huge. Traveling from one corner of the earth to another will take days. This is excluding the time that is consummated for site-seeing, topping up fuel and other stuff relevant to the above situation. The approximate time to travel from California to Philadelphia itself would take around about 21 hours; excluding stops for any sort. If that is long, then imagine traveling from Moscow to Beringovskiy. It would literally take days, as some parts of Russia are virtually inaccessible by road vehicles. Thus, snow mobiles or helicopters are a must if you want to get around the remote parts of Russia. If you were to make your way through the snow cloaked forests of Russia, it would probably best to bring along something that will be able to keep you warm(a thick cloak) and something that will be able to protect you(an AK-47 or other kinds of reliable sniper rifles). For if you do not bring these along, you'd either die of frost bite or probably get mauled by a Siberian Tiger. If you ask me, the best possible alternative to make your way through Russia is via snow mobile. With the aid of a snow mobile, you'd be able to catch a great 1st person's view of the Russian Pine Forest, which you as a tourist wouldn't want to miss. But be sure to look out for powder snow, for you would not want to ride your snow mobile above one of those. Trust me.

Now let us talk more of the Sahara Desert. Possibly one of the driest places on the earth. At over, 9000000 square kilometers, it covers the most of Northern Africa, and is almost as big as the States. This is one place you would not want to take your wife to for you honeymoon. Not many tribes reside in the harsh environment of the Sahara Desert, due to the lack of water and rain that it receives all year long. But there are a few tribes that dwell in this almost inhospitable desert, and they are so named; The Berber people, the Tuarag Pastoralists and the Beja. Them previously stated tribes are the only three that I can recall staying amidst the third largest desert. If you wanted to go on a holiday to the Sahara Desert, be sure you bring along a GPS(A Global Positioning Satellite), light Snake-proof boots and lots and lots of drinking water. You can however obtain water from the very few plants that are built to withstand the seemingly unbearable conditions of the Sahara Desert. But the quantity of water that you'll be able to obtain from those plants are very little. Also, bring along sun-block, if you do not wanna get sunburn. By the way, this is just a fun fact for you guys; a human being can live up to three to four days in the absence of water. So if you're lost in the Sahara Desert without water supply, then make sure you get out of there within three to four days.

Walking Down A Dark and Lonesome Path

Do you feel as though you are walking down a dark and lonesome path at times? I know I do. Everywhere I look, I see people attaining their goals while I am still stuck here, abandoned in the darkness of desolation. At times I feel imbecilic as to not being able to fulfill my true potentials. But my life is probably set in that sort of manner and nothing can I do to alter this prerequisite condition. Since January hitherto, I've been lazing around the house, performing activities that bring little benefit to me. I cannot proceed to studying a certain book for I am still awaiting my matriculation results. Get that, and I'm on an express route to University. If I do not, then I'd have to progress into doing my STPM(Sijil Tinggi Pelajaran Malaysia) or probably my Advanced Levels. The latter however is much more expensive as it can only be done in a private college. The pro of doing Advanced Levels is that you get the opportunity of furthering your studies in a foreign university. The con however is that you have to obtain an excellent result if you'd want to enter a recognized foreign university, and trust me, this ain't an easy task. STPM on the other hand is like the Holy-Grail of examinations. The papers are also said to be far more formidable than them A-Levels.

If you do well in STPM though, both local and foreign universities will definitely welcome you with open arms. So there's quite a good chance of being rendered a very good university if you do well in your STPM examinations. The best possible alternative is to getting matriculation. This is because upon completion, you're definitely guaranteed a spot in a local university. If you do well in matriculation, you can also try registering yourself in a foreign university. Well this is because matriculation is well recognized by some foreign universities. Thence, I'll pray hard and hope for the best. Even though nothing works according to plan, there's always a route that one can take to succeed in life. For there is no specific path to accomplish great things. If you look back at history, the many people who's faces appear in the textbooks are people who were no one at one point of time. They were actually very observant and vibrant individuals; often asking questions for the most part. This lust they had for answers for their unanswered questions drove them into being the very figure of society.

How Do You Identify A Tourist?

I was listening to Mix.FM(An English Radio Station) in the evening; around about four o'clock by my reckoning. It was at that moment of time Prem(the Mix.FM DJ) asked listeners the following question; How do you identify a tourist? The question seemed a little ridiculed to me at first but looking back at it, how do you actually identify a tourist? Although simple as it seems, the question does seem pretty subjective though. The main reason why the Radio DJ asked this question is because apparently, he and his crew members went to Hong Kong; probably for a spontaneous holiday. While at Hong Kong, the only navigation tool that the cavalry had in their hands was just a map. According to Prem, the whole group would often have a round table discussion in the middle of the street every time they feel as if they're heading the wrong way. What even more hilarious is that each member of the entourage would force their way into the tiny circle in order to catch a glimpse of the A4 sized map. The cities inhabitants who happen to pass this man-sized donut, would often stare back awkwardly.

Thoughts like for instance, 'the inseparability between tourists and maps' would probably be running through their minds at that instant. By the way, this human-donut display in the middle of the pavilion is probably the best way to identify a tourist; so there's one way. The second, is probably by listening to the difference in terms of a foreigners accent and that of the locals. This is probably a more difficult way to comprehend whether a guy who seems a little foreign is a tourist or not. The third is probably by observing the way a person dresses. If the person who's face seems a little new, dresses differently than others in town, he could also by my reckoning be a tourist. For now, those above are probably the only answers that I can conjure up to the following question; how do you identify a tourist? In actual fact, I'd like to actually know more ways of identifying a tourist. Thence, if anyone has any other ways of recognizing a tourist, please do feel free to write them down via the comment application.

The Brief Lifespan Of An Insect

The life of an insect is brief. Much briefer than that of a human beings. This is because these creepy crawlies don't get much press attention for they are feared by many people. This fear people have towards insects often cost these little helpless creatures dearly. For instance, most human encounters with cockroaches often end up with the latter being squashed into little tiny bits of minuscule sized pieces. I'm not too sure why people fear cockroaches though? Its probably because they look freaky and are often regarded as creatures of filth. But what can the cockroach do about this? It can't just change into Tom Cruise or something right? This is due to the fact that it is already created in that sort of manner. Thus we can't just go around killing cockroaches because they look freaky to us. Picture this; if the cockroach looks weird in our perspective, what would the cockroach think of us in their point of view? Definitely the cockroach will think of us as being severely huge retarded individuals; this is just an opinion. I ain't a cockroach so I wouldn't be able to know the exact opinion they have of a human being in their microscopic sized minds. That's probably the major reason why they flee at the very sight of us.

But is this how we come to respect the existence of an insect that's been here for millions and millions of years? By trampling them, or by smashing them with a roll of unused paper? This approach clearly doesn't show forth our gratitude to the tiny creatures which inhabit our planet. The most heartless of methods to end the life of an insect is by far the spraying of insecticides. This approach is deemed heartless in a sense that it renders the insect a slow and painful death. If you want to kill somebody or something, it is better carried out instantaneously than to let the person die a slow and painful death. The same thing applies for the insects. If you want to put an early end to an insects already brief lifespan, it is more comforting for the insect if it is done immediately rather than for it to be prolonged. But guys, try to smash the insect that you despise most in a more docile manner for we do not want its hemolymph to be flying all over the place. We don't want CSI to find out that you murdered an innocent creature amidst your premises right?

Weddings and Funerals

A wedding is deemed always to be a joyous event. A funeral however is regarded more as a sorrowful event. A wedding normally see's a couple joining hands in holy matrimony, whilst the latter usually see's the deceased off to the burial grounds or the cremation chamber. Without a doubt a wedding is always a delightful and happy occasion. It provides the opportunity for two people who are madly in love to tie the knot in respect of each others love for the other, and swore an oath to live together until death alone brings them apart. The wedding ceremony usually houses a very lively surrounding, with people mingling around with each other while carrying a glass of champagne on one hand. A wedding is also a once in a lifetime experience for the couples to whom the wedding is intended for, and these are the sort of things which they can ponder upon in 30-40 years time and tell the tale to their grandchildren of that once upon a time. Provided that it all goes according to plan.

A funeral on the other hand is an occasion that many may regard to being a sorrowful one. This is due to the fact that some beloved family members of the deceased will feel that the world is meaningless with his(the deceased's) absence. Yes, at times the world does seem a little meaningless without your love's presence but at some point of time you ought to move on right? This is because time waits for no man. The deceased has lived his life to the fullest, what about you? Do you want to spend the rest of your life mourning his death? I bet he(the deceased) would want you to move on as well. He(the deceased) wouldn't want to see you in pain and agony, but on the contrary he would want you to live a happy and meaningful life; thus at times it is best to let go of your loved ones. In the Baha'i Writings, death is actually a messenger of joy. At first I didn't believe this, but after going through The Writings in detail, I found that death really is a messenger of joy.

This is because the soul will be freed from the material body which it was living in all this time, rendering it the opportunity to move closer to God, The Almighty and The All Wise. After all, we all have to go back to our Creator at some point of time right? Hence it is best to put on a smiling face during a funeral, for the soul of the deceased is finally freed from the material cage which it has been in for the past 60 years or so; its just an estimation really. Thence the next time you attend anyone of the above occasion, be sure to be even more delighted to attend the latter.

The Bright and The Dark side Of Life

Well like Keri Hilson said, when love knocks you down, just get back up. Do not succumb to it for if you do, you'll end up living a disastrous life. Trust me on this one, for I've been there a couple of times. Many people in the world today feel as if at times that they're with the perfect guy or perfect girl, but in actual fact, there is no such thing as to being with a 'perfect' partner. Everyone has their flaws, but some people just don't see through those glittering eyes of their spouses. This definitely backs the statement stating that love is blind. You only see what your partner wants you to see. However there's more than them than meets the eye. There's always to sides in a person. There is the bright side and there is the dark side. The bright side is the good deeds that a person performs in his or her life; usually in the presence of another individual. The dark side on the other side is the complete opposite of the bright side. It is usually like a hidden secret amongst family members only, and rarely does reveal itself in the presence of many. This is because there's a fear that if exposed, this dark side will consummate the families much precious remaining dignity.

For instance, I bet no one, straight enough would want to dwell in a relationship with a partner who's been involved in several relationships in the past; most of which ended up with a big fight or some sort of prodigy right? So if that's the case why do certain relationships still proceed? Oh yeah, they're partner has no knowledge at all about his spouses dark past. If he knew, he'd be adamant in knowing why such abnormality occurred in the past. Honestly speaking though, this dark side should be kept a secret and not to be told to anyone, even to the person you swore an oath to share your life's secrets with. For if you do, you're in for a real roller-coaster ride honey. And I ain't bluffing when I say a 'real roller-coaster' ride. Because if everyone did admit of what deep secrets they had, the people whom you are with will feel a little strange being around you. Not that its a bad thing telling the truth, but its just that some secrets should just remain a secret. Anyway, I've never been consummated by any of my deepest darkest secrets, not that I know far too many of them, but I have never been that good in enduring times when love has knocked me down.

Truthfully I'm pretty bad on that account, often losing my appetite and being emotionally disturbed, but when I look back at it, why did I not endure it? Why have I succumb to it when I know that there's more in life than meets the eye? I was clearly not matured enough I guess, but now having experience as my teacher, I am now well prepared for the next time if history were to repeat itself.

The Traffic Light

The traffic light was invented for a reason. It was invented to serve the purpose as a traffic controller. But should we really abide the orders of a machine? Well we do know what might happen if the traffic light hadn't been invented. People will just drive aimlessly across a junction without sacrificing the slightest of their precious time to stop and scout the surrounding before making a move. This is because people these days are often hauled by their work, rendering them very little time and space for their personal agenda's. Like for instance, some people get held back by a traffic light till the point that they miss an important date or interview. But who can blame the traffic light for this? The traffic light is just working as it is programmed to. It treats everyone on the road fairly and equally. Honestly though, some traffic lights do hold you back for quite a long time.

As a probationary driver, I too find the traffic light to be annoying at times. But I've come to respect this creation as without it, I'd probably end up in driving school again. This is due to the fact that it has given me the chance to take a corner for instance without obstruction of any kind. Being held up by a traffic light isn't so bad either, as it gives you much needed time to think. For example, you're late for a date and you stop right in front of a traffic light. The cars at the front however stall for no concrete reason. This renders you the opportunity to conjure up a new route so that you'd not loose a single second waiting for the traffic dead ahead to subside. Hence, in short, a traffic light does have its pros and cons. But in Bhutan, Asia however, there is no such thing as a traffic light. This is probably due to the fact that the Government there hasn't yet to implement the traffic light system because there isn't much road vehicles in the provinces of Bhutan, for the Buddhist Kingdom is only accessible via horseback or foot.

The Theory Of Marriage

A wedding ceremony is always sweet and joyous. Smiles can be seen on the faces of all who make themselves present for the ceremony, to witness two couples who are madly in love with each other join hands in holy matrimony. But what is the stimulant for the commencement of a wedding? This is what I am going to discuss of in this special post about the 'Theory Of Marriage'. The couples, who slip elegantly carved gold rings into each others fingers, are they truly in love with each other? Yes, totally, cause if they weren't then someone would have voiced out his opinion and ruin the whole wedding. Well, honestly I ain't gonna talk about wedding crashers, although it seems like an interesting topic to debate about, for if I do then I am deviating from the title of my post. Having watched the movie entitled, 'Four Weddings and A Funeral', I sort of got a vague picture of the marital theory. Therein, I understood clearly that marriage is a sacred ritual involving two people of the opposite sexes; well usually involving the opposite sexes but in rare occasions, it involves two people of similar genders.

Couples also proceed with marriage as they've developed a certain trust with their partners. Like most marriages in the past, trust and believe is an integral part of marriage; for if you trust your partner, then you'll subconsciously feel that you're in good hands for the years to come. Thereto, that is actually one of the many stuff that goes on in a man or woman's head before he or she actually advances with his or her wedding. Anyway, I think I'm starting to deviate already, so I'll just get myself onto the right track again. In accordance to Mike Newell's, 'Four Weddings and A Funeral', there was this one line that David, the character from the movie uttered and it sort of made sense in a certain perspective. What I am about to type is not the exact word's that David uttered but it is almost identical. He said that a man and a woman, who are perfect strangers to each other get hooked up with each other for the first time in their lives, through a simple 'hi' and 'bye' conversation. The first conversation is the key to the hooking up between a man and a woman unknown to each other. This is the key in a sense that if a man manages to conjure up the perfect lines whilst conversing with the girl who he is freshly in acquaintance with, he'll be able to catch her eye which leaves him with the best possible opportunity to ask her phone number. Having amazed her with his public speaking skills, she'll probably resist not of giving him her contact number.

From thereon, they'll be seeing each other very frequently to converse about stuff applicable to either one of them; sometimes it could also turn out to be inapplicable to any of them. The more they converse, the more intimate they get, until the point that they'll feel comfortable living under the same roof. After a few years, they'll start to get tired of the everyday conversations that they have with each other for it'll all be in close relevance with their past conversations. This however is an indication that ideas are starting to run out. What can either one of them do to keep it fresh? Well, propose of course. In most cultures, the males are the ones who usually do the proposing but I'm not sure if there are cultures in which the females do the proposing? Anyhow, with the aid of the proposal, now the couple will have loads to chat about. For instance, they'll be able to talk about how they want their wedding to turn out or some other stuff like that; I'm not too sure for I am not married yet. In actual fact, this is actually a pretty solid theory. But there are other theories, for instance a man from Sweden marries a woman who is a Russian to gain a citizenship in Russia.

That theory seems pretty convincing actually; but it doesn't really seem like a theory. It sounds more like the benefits of marriage. There's this other theory which is easier to picture; two people who are madly in love with each other, decide to get married on one faithful evening and 'poof' what do you know? They're married. Well if this theory doesn't make sense please do kindly point it out to me. Anyway before I end this post, I promise that I'll try and come up with more theories regarding marriage. Please note that it would probably be posted in another 8-10 years to come; when I decide to get married, cause your mind does think even better when you're actually in the marital situation. For now, do have a pleasant day.

The Prelude Of Marriage

On one faithful evening, whence the sun is just about to set in the nearby horizon, a couple who have been so close for the past couple of years lie seated on a well carved wooden chair, facing a glimmering lake. The man wraps his arms around the girl gently with care. The girl then slowly rests her head on the boys chests whilst looking at his almond shaped eyes. The boy then stares back at the girl and gives a little smirk before he starts conversing about the first time he laid eyes on her. At this point of time, the girl feels so secure as to be amidst the boys arms. Not long after, the boy proceeds by reaching into his waistcoat pocket. Feeling as if she's obstructing he's path, the girl backs away to allow the boys hand to wriggle freely as he tries to reach a small black box, perched safely in the far end of his pocket. At the sight of the black box, the girl is in awe, for she knows something precious lies in it. The boy then gets off the chair and kneels before the girl. At first he bows his head whilst holding the tiny black box with both his hands.

The girl, feeling pretty shocked at the boys actions, looks at no one but him; she is somewhat speechless and happy deep down inside, but no words can she use to describe this feeling perfectly. So she remains silent as a mute. The boy then lifts his head slowly, and fixes his gaze on her eyes. Without hesitation, he utters the following words to the girl, 'Will you marry me my sweet love?' Tears then starts rolling down the girls eyes. They are no ordinary tears, for they are tears of joy. The girls heart which is enlightened by the boys move start uttering unclear words before she stands up and firmly replies with a simple 'Yes'. Unhesitatingly, the boy stands up and opens the box, revealing an expensive diamond ring which he had purchased for the girl. The boy then takes the girls arms slowly and slips the beautiful diamond ring on her ring-finger. The girl then raises her finger at which the ring was slipped on to see's a certain glow in her newly worn ring.

The boy however could not resist noticing the radiance in the girls face. Smiles encompassed both the couples faces at that unforgettable moment at which one partner proposed to the other. Both the boy and the girl then take each others hands. The boy then breaks free of the girls grip and wraps one arm around her neck while the other around her waist. The girl does so likewise. They then bring their lips closer to each other; so close that one can smell the others breath. This is no Mentos advert though. Unknowingly, one of them makes the first move and they both will end kissing each others lips for minutes, for they now will stay under the same roof until time and only time tears them apart.

Material Aspiration

Well as I stated in my previous post, crime is at large at the moment. Everywhere we go, we'd often hear a peculiar tale of a strangers house being robbed. This is further evidence that human beings are becoming too materialistic. Man's lust for material and earthly desires has caused them to act like a bunch of deranged maniacs. Although it is a little harsh, but still, this possibly the nicest manner in which I can describe their burning desire for material wealth of being. For instance, some people would even go to the extent of chopping off another person's finger just for a gold ring. Imagine what would have happened if the ring were a necklace? This is pretty hostile behavior and pondering upon it would just make you shudder. What has become of that once so civilized being? Why, has he succumbed to such violence? These are a few of the many questions which still lie unanswered. Some of this aggressive behavior and lust for material possessions can be related to psychological pressure. You see, in this world there are two kinds of people.

The first kind are the one's who have so much while the second, are the less fortunate one's who acquire very little. This is psychologically disturbing to the unfortunate one's who would love to indulge themselves in material wealth. They feel that being materially wealthy would ease all their financial problems rendering them a so called 'fairytale lifestyle', or in other words the 'good life'. If I am wrong please let me know for if this was not the case then gambling would have become history a long time ago. Gambling however, does have its pros and cons. Hitting the jackpot means that you acquire money the easy way, with no real effort whatsoever. But the negative aspect of it is that you'll be wanted by every possible materialistic criminal in town. You'd probably beat Victor Manuel Gerena in the most wanted list for that day. Anyway, other than gambling(which is the slightly more advisable route for easy money), some people may opt to take the riskier alternative to acquire some easy money, that is via robbing another wealthier individual. Although, its even faster and at most occasions you are guaranteed instant cash at the very moment you begin your onslaught, this is however a ruthless and imbecilic thing to do. This is due to the fact that you could leave the person that you robbed terror-stricken for days and not to forget paranoid of going back to the crime scene.

Apart from that, this is also probably the most nonstrategic of moves to acquire money as every criminal leaves a trace behind. I am no crime scene investigator to specify what sort of trail that a thief leaves behind; but what I do know is that there's bound to be a trace. All this is inhuman behavior is probably caused by the lack of moral and spiritual education a thief reciprocates. Hereto, the above is just a brief picture of what peoples aspiration for material wealth can drive them into doing. Thereto, before I close this post, I'd like to share a link to the 'Baha'i Reference Library-Some Answered Questions'. The following is the link; http://reference.bahai.org/en/t/ab/SAQ/
The above link will help you dear readers to understand more about material wealth. For your information, the author of 'Some Answered Questions', is Abdu'l-Baha, The Master himself. But before I end, I would like to let you guys know that it is not wrong to have some degree of material wealth but please do not be too materialistic till you neglect the spiritual side of life. With that, I hope that you enjoyed reading this post of mine.

Not Safe Anymore?

Everyday we look into the newspapers, there's ought to be something ugly in it. This further indicates that the crime rate in the world is still at large but the criminals are just too elusive to be dealt with by the police. Crime is no external affair's between countries. It is an internal affair in the country itself, involving its citizens. It is also no terrorism but in some occasions it can get uglier than a terrorist's deeds. In most cases, the criminals are simply just after their victims money but at late, most victims of theft are usually found dead the next morning. This is due to the thieves fear that the victim might tell the tale the next day. But who can blame the victims? They're just scared and shell-shocked citizens. They mean no harm, as all they want is to have their possessions that they worked so hard for back. But the thieves just don't get them as they're probably dumb and imbecilic individuals and are no different than animals.

By the way, I really shouldn't degrade animals to the level of a thief as they have much more integrity than what a thief has. Nowadays, them ordinary robbers, usually change from ordinary thieves to murderers. What seemed like a harmless plan to acquire an innocent guys cash, will usually turn out to be something ugly. Normally ending with the death of the assailant. A day or two ago, a neighbor of mine was robbed by four guys who were carrying machetes on one their arms. The manner at which they robbed their victim for the night's house was terrifying. The victim, my neighbor testified that before the attacks took place, she heard noises coming from a nearby bush. The dogs around the bush made noises to sort of warn her that something was lurking beneath the bushes not too far from her place.

Whence she went out to throw her thrash, four guys jumped off the bushes and attacked her, rendering her no opportunity of escaping. Having caught her, the robbers then threatened to injure her, if other family members did not cooperate. Left without a choice, they had to do the; do as I say thing, or else, you know. The robbers then left the house, after having gotten the desired goods, and vanished into the nearby bushes. The cops arrived not long after but they couldn't do a thing as they were simply just too late. The robbers, however escaped this one. This victory over justice will definitely drive them into coming back and have another go, and that I can assure you. Three days later, they were back. This time they attempted to rob a corner lot house which was highly guarded by security cameras all around the house. Their attempt was unfruitful, as they only left the crime scene with only their victims shoes.

But before this attack had commenced, reports say that there were a group of weird guys drinking alcoholic substances at the lake, nearby the victims place. They looked suspicious and seemed to have matched the description of the previous victims testimonial. Nonetheless, we all hope that those four uneducated citizens of our country get punished for the misery that they have brought to the citizens of a once peaceful neighborhood.

Train Ride Home(Written In A Present Tense Form)

This is by far the most boring train ride I have ever been on. The train was bloody unstable and it pressed forward in an unbalanced manner. Swaying from left to right for the most part, I tried to keep myself occupied by peeping out of the curtain to see if there was anyone in the aisle. Minutes later, I grew bored of that, and that was when I pulled out my Nokia N73 to listen to some music. It didn't take long for me to grow bored of that too. Feeling unoccupied and hungry, I looked out of the trains reinforced glass window, and what I saw didn't please me at all. I spotted several fast food outlets, which were so named; Pizzahut, McDonalds, and Kentucky Fried Chicken(KFC for short). My tummy grumbled even more after that as the thought of eating anyone of them fast food outlets delicacies came into my mind. My craving for food indicated that I was so desperately hungry. But I hadn't any choice but to endure this feeling of hunger as if I were to go and get a snack, there will be no one back to look after my bag.

Being on the last coach of a train where 10 other coaches separate your coach and the diner coach; leaving your bag amidst a bunch of people who are unknown to you is something you wouldn't want to commit to. A while later, I spotted an incandescent lamp, which was fixed on the wall not too far from where I slept. I then saw a toggle switch, which by my reckoning was that of the lamp's. Without hesitation, I pushed the toggle button to the left which then turned the lamp on. The ancient incandescent lamp gave off a bright yellow glow amidst the dark corner where it was fixed to. This was sort of like an achievement for me as I came to appreciate the wonders of Thomas Edison's creation. Also, I kinda admired Thomas Edison, cause I think of him a very optimistic person. Having 99 failed attempts in inventing the light bulb, he told the press that instead of failing, he actually discovered 99 ways not to make a light bulb. Brilliant don't you think?

Besides that, I keep noticing this guy who frequently walks back and forth the aisle. Pretty strange don't you think? But I think he probably drank or ate too much of liquefied substances, which must have been filtered by his kidney's a wee bit too fast. The bed's on the other hand were awfully uncomfortable. The mattress was so hard, that pushing your finger an inch deep through it was an almost impossible task. The bed sheet however smelled like Tuna, which I reckon was the last meal the previous passenger had before he departed from the train.

Writers Block

I was staring at a blank piece of paper whislt holding a silver pen with my right hand. The paper was blank and wordless. I mean duh! It was a blank piece paper right? Silly me. Anyway, I was supposedly to write a choral speaking script for me school. The offer came swift and asked if I were interested, I replied with a simple yes. Some may say that I acted hastily as I thought it would have been a simple task, but I was wrong; as the saying goes, 'to say is easier than to perform'. So I got to work the next day and for hours I sat on my study desk, hoping for an idea to cross my mind. But, nothing came to my mind at that point of time. I literally wasted hours stoning at that blank piece of paper. But was it really a waste of time? In my opinion, I do not think likewise as while I was performing nothing, I actually put my mind to the test. It was mentally challenging, and at times I'd get tired all of a sudden, and start yawning. In my perspective, the mind works like an engine. If you do not grease it up after a long time, it would not run effectively.

My mind was actually sort of like a grease-less engine, cause I haven't really used it very often in past few months as I was on holiday. A day or two later, at four o'clock in the early morning, and after seeing many choral speaking videos of the various teams in Malaysia on Youtube, an idea finally came. I decided to write about children. I thought it would make a splendid theme for my script as everyone and I mean everyone in this world is/was once, still or will be a child. My idea was actually to take the judges on a journey into cherishing their childhood. The script however turned out pretty well actually. My teachers whom I wrote the script for actually liked it loads. Thereto, having writers block wasn't such a bad thing in actual fact. But I sincerely hope that they execute it well as I've gone through loads of mental stress in writing the script. I still feel the effects of it till this very day though, cause it doesn't seem to be going away. I think it probably likes me? (smirk)

Vampires and Werewolves

Sipping tea while reading Jane Austen under the afternoon sun. The overcast weather provided me with the best opportunity to remain outside for the most part of the day as it was not too hot nor too cold, just nice for a city bloke like me. The novel that was of much interest to me at that point of time was none other than one of Jane's renowned works, which was 'Pride and Prejudice'. A novel which shared the almost identical theme with most of Jane's other works; love. The usage of English was quite remarkable really. Plus it was very well written, making it a good read. Anyway, whilst reading, the thought of vampires and werewolves somehow crossed my mind all of a sudden. I then started comparing two movies which featured them two mythical creatures. The two movies that came to my mind was 'Twilight' and 'Underworld'. By my reckoning, the first movie featured a more celebratory version of vampires and werewolves, while the second movie was filmed in a more medieval perspective.

The first movie however corresponds with our daily lives while the second seemed almost like pure fiction. But, I did not understand the part where vampires can withstand sunlight and werewolves can transform into its fearsome form in the absence of a full moon; which were all displayed clearly in Stephenie Meyer's much celebrated novel, 'Twilight'. Although 'Twilight' seemed a little fake in a sense, we still enjoyed the drama didn't we? The plot however was like a fairytale. I pity Jacob though cause he seemed so much in love with Bella at first. But who am I to argue about Jacob's love life? I ain't the writer; I'm just a reader. By the way, Underworld however made a little more sense. Looks like the director did his research on vampires and werewolves, no offense twilight fans. But nonetheless, I still find 'Twilight' to be an enthralling novel and movie, cause the plot is very well written, as it is closely related to the lives of we teenagers. That's probably the main reason why my 11 year old sister is so captivated by Stephenie Meyer's novel. Apart from that, she's probably the biggest Twilight fan that I've known hitherto. So as her older brother, it will be quite disrespectful to her if I continue making anymore unnecessary comment about the movie and novel that she so dearly loves. Thence, I will now stop.

Bitter-Sweet

I was staring at the computer screen when I thought to myself, will Liverpool stand a chance against Benfica in today mornings UEFA Cup second leg tie? The odds are however, stacked up against them as they are a goal behind Benfica on aggregate, having lost the first leg 2-1 at the Estadio da Cruz. They(Liverpool) played pretty well on that day but they're ill fate sealed the win for a resilient Benfica side. Today's much anticipated clash is what all Liverpool fan's will call a scape-goat for Rafa Benitez, who has received a lot of criticism at late. This all probably happened after Liverpool sold their influential midfielder, Olano Xabi Alonso to Spanish giants, Real Madrid. Branded 'el galactico's', they are probably the football team with the most number of big named players. This is actually due to the funding that they've received from their club president; something that Rafa Benitez would have been craving for.

By the way, the match started not long after and believe it or not? Liverpool took the lead as Dirk Kuyt scores the opener. The goal was disallowed at first by the linesman, but after much protesting by the Liverpool players stating that the Benfica goalie's path was not obstructed by the Dutchman; the referee for the night gave the green light to the fourth official that it was a goal. Having conceded a controversial goal, Benfica pressed on; often catching Liverpool on the counter-attacks. But the over committed Benfica players paid the price 10 minutes before time when Liverpool skipper Steven Gerrard slid a delightful through ball to Benitez's blue-eyed boy, Leiva Lucas who did not disappoint. Having now a two goal deficit against Benfica, Liverpool now need not concentrate on attack anymore. Now it was all about holding on to the two goal cushion until the final whistle was blown. Which they managed to do, rendering them the opportunity to move on to the next round of the knock-out competition. Personally as a Liverpool fan, I was much delighted by their performance, as I've rarely see them play this well all season. A lot of people even this girl I had a chat with last night feared the worst. But luckily though we Liverpool fan's can now sleep soundly for the time being as Liverpool are now through to the next round of the competition.

No Offense Hulk

It was only yesterday that I discussed about the current climatic conditions with a girl whom I'm freshly in acquaintance with. I was in awe when she claimed that the current temperature in her country was around about 10-20 Degrees Celsius. For me this sort of temperatures were what my cold receptors were craving for all this years. It is this sort of temperatures which would reduce my body metabolism process, rendering me the opportunity to put on some much needed weight. What even more unbelievable was the fact that Peter Crouch is a good 35 kg heavier than me. How could this be possible? I thought to myself, often staring at the blank walls of my house to look for the answer to my previously stated question. I bet I eat more than what he does but I still remain skinny. My bodies digestive system probably works more efficiently than a Ferrari engine in full throttle. Fats and lipids are literally burned down and converted into fatty acids and glycerol in a matter of seconds. That is probably much faster than that 0-60km/h acceleration thing, a Ferrari is capable of doing.

Anyway global warming has always been the issue these days. Everywhere you look, you'll see a television screen displaying the finest UN officials conjuring up new strategies to combat global warming. But these plans in truth look very pretty on paper but once executed, they turn into a ghastly green monster. No offense Hulk! But having the temperature rise every year is no good a sign and it does not signify any progress at all. So what are the UN officials actually up to? Recently I read about what happened to the Aral Sea. And what I read literally shocked me. The Aral Sea has dried up! This is even more alarming than Britney Spear's break-up. Where had 90% of the water gone? Is it all because of what the Soviet Union had done? Nonetheless this is pretty shocking stuff. A whole sea disappearing is seriously no joke. Abandoned shipping vessels on the dry sandy floors of what was once a sea bed gave off a very ghostly impression. But despite the disappearance of a sea, we should lament not for what has been lost but move forward and ponder upon the existing oceans that still run with icy, cold and salty waters.

But the big question still remains; Is global warming the major cause of the drying of the Aral Sea of should man's misconduct be blamed for the sea's disappearance? Notwithstanding, it will all still end up to man's misconduct, for we are the cause of global warming. Mother nature has nothing to do with it, for she is the one suffering from it. And logically, why would mother nature bring such discomfort to herself?

I'll Eventually Find Myself

I feel as though I am falling down a very dark and deep pith. At time's I'd often feel the wall's of that dark and deep pith that I am falling down in narrow down to just an inch from me. Is it a tight squeeze? Yes it is at times. But what has become of my fairytale story? The prelude looked so bright and it seemed to have been developing into another 'happy ever after', but the sequel was just horrid. I didn't get what I aspired. Maybe its a good thing or maybe its not? Maybe my story is written in such manner or maybe it isn't? But nonetheless I still have to move on. I'm not sure if I feel myself anymore as I find myself to be changing into a different individual. I'm afraid I'd end up becoming a very straight-to-the point kind of person which I so dearly despise of becoming. At times hate enraptures my heart and tends to get the better of me. I try to fight back but sometimes, it turns out to be very unproductive. The only remedy is probably in my opinion; watching a hard-hitting comedy show. Sometimes it helps; Yes! But in rare occasions it seldom doesn't. So what will become of me now? I bet the song entitled 'Hey Sarah Sarah' is by far the best way to describe the current situation that I am in now. But a male version of it, not the female version.

Anyway, I'd really wish that I'll be able to find peace with myself for I can bear this pain no longer. Tears rolled down my cheeks like candle wax every time I look at my reflection on the mirrors surface. What has happened to that boy who was bursting with unprecedented potential? Where is he? The only reasonable thing that he should do is come out from hiding. That boy has been hiding from the world long enough to not go unnoticed. I really feel like a moron. But what can I do to rekindle that burning desire to progress back into my heart? The answer to that question will never be found. Its only in times of joy that God has bestowed upon us will you then ponder on the past and realize that you've done it. With the aid of He Who Is The All Wise and The Dispeller Of Every Afflictions, will you then be able to achieve what your heart solemnly desires.

The Extinction Of Man Is A Disaster That Is Waiting To Happen

Over the past years we've like technically ruled the planet right. Having outlived the dinosaurs short stint, we're considered the lucky one's, as God hasn't ordered an asteroid to descend unto the face of the earth yet to wipe off our very existence. The dinosaurs who are the so-called less fortunate one's suffered an ill fate as a massive asteroid came crashing down on their puny heads. It must have took one hell of an asteroid to wipe out the very existence of them gigantic sized reptiles. Definitely not a very pretty sight; That I can guarantee. However, the dinosaurs weren't the harbingers of their own doom, as the asteroid according to recent scientists, appeared out of the blue. There's a pretty concrete evidence that they didn't call for it, as they probably hadn't any sophisticated technology to communicate with wildly deviating asteroids. And I also bet every dime I have that they didn't say, 'Hey you asteroids up there! This is more of a proclamation; why don't you descend unto earth and destroy us all? So we can leave this wretched planet for good!'.

But the dinosaurs loss was tragic and only their bones remain till this very day to show us what and how they were. In our case, were the one's who I guess could earn the title, 'harbingers of our own doom'. This is because in recent years, we've brought like so much of destruction to this planet. And that doesn't highlight us as a very advanced race in actual fact. We're actually acting like primitive's. This is because we keep on doing stuff that we know is not good for the us and mother earth. We are educated people right? Then why don't we stop all this construction and chopping of tree's and annihilation of oxygen providing forests? Oh yes, that's right, we can't! This is because our population has grown so largely that if we were to abandon our current housing projects, most of the future generations will not have a place to rest their head and call home. So there's no real solution that many can think off besides using unleaded petrol, reducing the use of chlorofluorocarbon and blah blah blah. But those steps in truth doesn't really bring a magnanimous impact. It only helps in reducing them toxic gases which destroys our ozone layer. But what about the oxygen level? Has anyone thought of that yet? I don't think so.We're all more concern of the type of house we get, the type of car we get and etc. We've haven't really brought mother earth to the picture yet I guess.

All we know is that she is in pain and you guessed it; let them brainy scientists get us out of this mess. However, in my opinion I bet we can help in carrying out minute activities don't you think so? I bet planting a tree a day, no matter in your house lawn or in a nearby jungle, it still helps. There's this old saying that goes; an apple a day keeps the doctor away. So we can actually lend a helping hand to mother earth indirectly. But most importantly, 'please hold on my dear magnetic fields for I do not want to suffer the same fate as the dinosaurs did!'