Glad it wasn't me

I was just meddling my own business, still very early in the morning to find that many rustling populace as it was raining quite heavily outside; when I heard a sharp loud shriek.

My antenna worked like magic and quickly in no time at all found out that the sound came from the restroom. So this is what happened then.

A guy whose office just a couple of doors next to mine, had the misfortune of walking in on someone in the toilet. That someone in the toilet happened to be a student, a girl.

Wasn’t sure of the whole picture but the guy, Prof. X (he’s already in the hot seat so spare him) was in a hurry for the cleaners were working in the men’s toilet, so he risked it all in the women’s.

Big mistake.

Thing is, I'm just glad it wasn't me; on either side of the equation.

It's my worst fear being the one on the prone end of things. But it's not much better if you're the one walking into it, right. Geez, I can't really imagine how she felt at the moment when he pushed the freakin' door! And imagine Prof. X's face?



Phew.

So remember, if you aren't careful about locking the door behind you, you’re bound to be found; in a way you least expect it to be a pretty sight.

Like I said, I'm glad it wasn't me.

Wise Man : Part 5 'Theory on Snooping'

Me : Someone has done some nasty-talk bout me behind my back.

WM : How did you know about this fella bitchin' about you?

Me : Yem told me. 'Cos she happened to walk past the pantry when she overheard a conversation between these two morons, buzzing.

WM : What's the scoop?

Me : Apparently they said that they heard from someone telling some wicked rumors about me.

WM : Ookay. Thing is, is it true? You and these rumors?

Me : Of course not.

WM : Da hell. See, I've been there.

(inhaling deeply before he continues..)

Once I fell down and cut my hand. Nasty one, believe me.

So, I went to a doctor. He went on with the normal procedure. He washed the wound and applied antiseptic on it. Then he put a big tape on top.

The doctor’s wife was in other room cooking lunch. She went on with her daily errand. She had a pot to fill and few clothes to wash.

She reached the well.

“Do you know that guy from that big white house?” She spoke. “He has a nasty cut.”
All the woman folks were intently listening to her.

Postman’s wife came back with a bucket of water. The postman was on the bed.

“There has been an accident in the village.” She spoke, “The guy of that white house broke his hand.”

The postman was listening to her.

The postman went to distribute daily mails. He reached my neighbor’s house. Mrs. Verma was in the front lawn.

“Any letters?” She asked. He went through the packets letters and said, “No, none, but there is a news.” She looked up.

“The guy from that white house had a fight. He broke his hand badly.”

Mrs. Verma had finished cooking when Mr. Verma entered the house.

“The guy from that big white house had a fight. He has a big broken hand. He was rushed to the ICU of the city hospital.”

Mr. Verma went for the evening walk. He walked with my uncle.

“Your guy had a fight. His hand was shattered. He is in the critical stage in the ICU of the city hospital.” He informed him.

My uncle rushed to our home.

“Our boy is in trouble, he is breathing his last breaths.”

He informed my aunt.
By the time I reached home, people were mourning.

They were preparing for my funeral.


Me : Whaaa..?

WM : (shrugs) Yeah. Mortals tend to do that. They can't help it. Welcome to the real world, babe.

There you have it. A 'change'!

It's very very disturbing to see that another 'Israel-first' dual-citizen has found his way into the White House. I don't feel good about this. Of all the tough-talkin' guys there, dear Obama chose Rahm Emanuel. Read his bio here.

Haven't heard from my buddy from KS on this one. Can't wait to softly whisper (with much elaborated sigh of course) into the phone for him to listen to; "See? Your trusted, just elected monarch has shown his stripes. At least one for now."

*sighs

Some notes caught my eyes from time.com:

Obama may speak beautifully and inspirationally about hope and change, about bipartisan cooperation and a better America.

But he clearly understands that you just can't sit around talking about all the good things you want to do when you get to the White House and then expect them to happen all by themselves. Which means you can't hire a staff that's going to gather at work every day, hold hands and sing Kumbaya.

Instead, you bring in a guy like Emanuel, the most hard-headed, no-nonsense, foul-mouthed, smart-as-hell, get-it-done-or-get-out-of-my-way Washington insider of his generation. And you put him in charge of a White House staff whose task it is — and this is putting it conservatively — to conceive, propose, promote and somehow push through Congress the most ambitious agenda any President has carried forth at least since Ronald Reagan rode into town with a lopsided grin in January 1981.

"Rahm does not sing Kumbaya," laughs an old friend and colleague. "He barks orders." His hometown paper, the Chicago Tribune, calls Emanuel "a brutally effective taskmaster."


Wish I could scream my 'Tidaaaaaaaaak!!' so loud even the late opera tenor, Pavarotti could die (second time then I guess) of pure envy and admiration.

And mind you, I've read that the concern was due to the fact that Emanuel guy is seen as so pro-Israel that he would not even consider the Palestinian position. Scary.

So Obama, a Jew uh? For your Chief of Staff. In The Oval Office.

Right.

'Well done'.

Trapped.

The Rain

I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,
After this Rain shall stop,
A wondrous Light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.

-by William Henry Davies


I was taken aback by the strong wind blowing outside, dancing in sync with the burly drops of precipitation.

Rain.

It's official. Monsoon season is here, babe!

And here I am, a lost psyche, peeking through the window in the dark, only minutes before midnight, watching the frogs happily jumping up and down; worshipping.

They’re happy. Big time.

Me?

Trapped.

Famished.

And.. yeah, trapped.

We need to talk

I used to think that usually men hate it when it comes to 'We need to talk' enigma. 'Cos women especially the thoughtful ones are prone to discussion, to you-talk-I-listen-and-I talk-you-listen thingy. 'Cos relationships are based on trust and understanding.

And talk.



I'd prepare a long list of precedents of what comes into mind when someone says that. Some think it means a long stagnant period of time of simply just staring into thin air, pretending to listen; a 'I talk, you listen'.

So basically, most of the time they believe women would do all the talking. I used to think so too.

Now I doubt it.

And get this. From a distant memory I remember this one movie where one of the actors said that talking (discussion/conversation etc) is just like dancing. Your significant other needs to know how to balance things and pick up speed where you have left.

It takes two to tango. Or so they said.

'We need to talk' carries a profound level of mutual perceptive. From both parties.

Or.

In conclusion, it means two things:

1) The preamble to a serious conversation.

2) The preamble to the discussion that is generally followed by the ending of a relationship.

As simple as that. So I guess, being in a 'natter chamber' is a piece of cake.

Check.

Hmm. Then how come I don't feel like 'talking' anymore?

'Husbands.Special Price! Mari.. Mari'

A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates;

You may visit the store ONLY ONCE !

There are six floors and the attributes of the men
increase as the shopper ascends the flights.

There is, however, a catch . . ..
you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a
floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband .On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.

The second floor! sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.

The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.

"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework.

"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign
reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012th to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.

Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!


Ouch.


p/s: Moral of the story? *sighs.. Oh well, What can I say? Women always.. I mean always look for the best! ha ha ha.

A mull over.

I was talking recently, with a buddy from yester years, about regret and happiness. It's kinda wacky that lately I happen to be talking about life in general alot with my friends; guess we all have matured in a way, or seen alot for that matter to really think more, having out of the box's standpoints.

She'd asked me, after learning that I'd gone through some intricate rides in my life, if I was happy; if I had any regrets. (If you've noticed, I'ved asked Mr. Wise Man on this one)

Big word there. Regret. And I thought about it.

Truth is, there are certainly things that happened to me that I wished hadn't happened - things that fundamentally altered the course of my life; but I had no control over those things. I mean come on. Bet you have gone through shits too.

Plus, there are also ways of being I wish I could have embodied: less self-conscious and overly solicitious throughout school and college, for example. (don't make me start on matrix's episode)

If I really silently sit by myself surrounded by people all around, giving a careful thoughts about things I've done, or have not, rest assured that I'd cry. Or laugh. Or both.

Boo hoo.

But there, again, I'm not sure there was a choice there. You're trapped inside yourself of the moment, and it's only in looking back that you recognize it.

Back then, I didn't know much. Well you can even say I was naive. (yea right..lol. Shut up, Cash)

However, it's kind of pointless at feeling regret over being who you were. Who you were is part of who you've become.

Hold up!

Did I just muse about things/feelings from the past?

*moans... Not agaaaain!

Ha ha.

Yikes.

Kilauan FEI-WEC

Did you watch the official opening of the FEI-WEC on TV2 last night? It was super duper cool!
Especially the fireworks and The Lorenzo Horses.( Just imagine, that hot guy had to control 8 horses!)

Was thinking to myself, 'Hell, I should have gone out, maybe at least park somewhere nearby the stadium, enjoying the spectacular displays of larger-than-life fireworks'. (even the TV's commentator said that Olympic Beijing hosts could just eat their heart out watching the sky all flowery and glitteringly painted).

*sighs.. It would only take 10mins drive from my current hide-out, 'ya knoe. Damn.

While watching, all of a sudden, I felt so proud. Of how it turns out to be so.. so..'horsey'... ha ha.

Read the whole report on the opening ceremony taken from Bernama.com:

November 06, 2008 01:03 AM

Yang Di-Pertuan Agong Officially Opens FEI WEC

By Hilary Sebastian

KUALA TERENGGANU, Nov 6 (Bernama) -- The 12th FEI World
Endurance Championship (FEI WEC) was officially declared open by the Yang
di-Pertuan AgongTuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin in a colourful and glittering
ceremony at the SultanMizan Zainal Abidin Stadium, Gong Badak Sports Complex
here Wednesday night.

The ceremony's main theme highlighted Terengganu's uniqueness -- its
friendly people and gentle way of life.

Prior to the arrival of VIPs, the local and foreign spectators who
throngedthe stadium as early as 7.30pm were entertained by well-known Malaysian
singers.

Among the VIPs who attended the opening ceremony were Deputy Prime
Minister, Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak, Terengganu Menteri Besar Datuk Ahmad
Said,Information Minister Information Minister Datuk Ahmad Shabery Cheek, Youth and Sports Minister Datuk Ismail Sabri Yaakob, Chief Operating Officer of the
12thFEI WEC and Vice Chairman of Sultan Mizan Royal Foundation (the
championshiporganiser) Datuk Seri Dr. Salleh Mohd Nor, and FEI Non-Olympics
Sports Director,Lan Williams.

This was followed by the arrival of the Yang di-Pertuan Agong Tuanku
Mizan Zainal and Raja Permaisuri Tuanku Nur Zahirah.

The official ceremony then started off with the singing of the national
athem.Following this, the Yang di-Pertuan Agong, Raja Permaisuri,
dignitaries,and spectators were treated to a colorful and spectacular dance
performancefeaturing the culture and traditions that are unique to the East
Coast state as well as their rich marine life and tourism attractions.

This was followed by the march past by the 133 riders from 32
countriescompeting in the championship in the 50,000-capacity stadium, in which
thebiggest cheers from the crowd were reserved for hosts Malaysia.

The highlight of the ceremony was the official opening ceremony performedby
Tuanku Mizan who beat a gong three times accompanied by a performance fromthe
Malaysian Drum Symphony on various drums found in Malaysia.A magical lightand
sound performance then followed to the delight of the the spectators.

Another eye-catching performance was a stunning performance of horsemanhsipby Lorenzo and the Flying Frenchman.

The opening ceremony ended in a dazzlingfireworks displays. Held for first
time in Malaysia and the second time in Asia, the 12th FEIWEC involves endurance
horseback riding over a 160km trail, which must becompleted within 13 hours and
20 minutes.

Apart from Malaysia as the host nation, the other countries contesting
areSouth Africa, Argentina, Australia, Bahrain, Belgium, Canada, Chile, Costa
Rica,Colombia, Guatemala, Germany, Holland, Italy, Japan, New Zealand, Norway,
Oman, France, Portugal, Qatar, Sweden, Spain, Switzerland, United Arab
Emirates,United States and Britain.

Yang di-Pertuan Agong Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin will led the
12-memberMalaysia team.The 12th FEI WEC will be divided into two categories,
individualand team.

The flagging off ceremony will be performed this Friday at 5.30pm and
therace is expected to be completed on Saturday morning at the
TerengganuInternational Endurance Park in Lembah Bidong, Setiu.

-- BERNAMA

Think I should go and catch glimpses of the hot riders...err I mean the horses. I've been told that the ones from Qatar are pretty smooth. (and smokin' hot.. ha ha)

More updates here.

Kuda Sokmo!