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Foolish Me

Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain, and most fools do.
But it takes character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.
- Dale Carnegie -

Me, a fool who pretends to be the later

Mozzy Kissed

Been attacked by mosquitoes, here is a picture of my arms full of mozzy bites. And this is only a small example of what they have done to me. Seems like they bite on every exposed area.
I don't mind to donate abit of my blood to them, but the itch and marks are ridiculous!!!
Apparently no one else got this problem, wonder why I was the only occupant being bitten here. Bad bad mozzies!!! Hiks, so many marks on my arms and legs now.

Mole Cricket

Saw a lil' insect in front of cold-storage, the poor creature was frozen ... thought it was dead. Then i moved it outside, under the sun. After a while, I saw it was surrounded by red ants, i picked it up and cleaned it from ants. Then, amazingly, it moved its antenna. It's alive again ... Hahaha. And this the pictureBtw, the name is mole-cricket
When i was young, this funny-looking insect flied into my house. I picked it up, and my dad said "When Dad was young, there were plenty of this insects, nowadays, I rarely see it around". My Dad explained why it has the huge fore-legs. It's for digging, that's why it is name mole-cricket. Was so mesmerized by it. Cute, huh?!

ps: according to wiki, it is not an endangered animal, in fact it is a pest in some countries.

Why "World Peace" is Mission Impossible ... here

- Happy to see others being unhappy
Unhappy to see others being happy

- Your luck is my luck, therefore I deserve it too
My luck is not your luck, so don't come to claim it

- Since I deserve a share of your luck, therefore it is your duty to deliver it to me
If you don't, you are a low heartless creature
And I will sue you for my "rightful" share of your luck

- Whatever is mine are the best in the whole-wide world
Whatever is yours are second grade

- It is correct when I do it this way, but it is wrong no matter how you do it

PS: That's why outsider rarely survive here, and
That's why outsider hates them :)

Rich Son Poor Son

- thank you, my dear -

The Promised Land

Since I was young, I was being taught that I was born in less-fortunate land. I have always been told that it is a place where I don’t belong at, the place of poor, the place of the less-civilized, etc. That I was born in a lower class area.
And since young, I was told about a place where things are better, better people, better food, better environment, better language, better knowledge; it is also a place where you need to dress nicely to match the civilized people. I also been told, it would be good if I can be a part of the people; which means that I would be better if I marry one of them, an instant ticket to be the citizen of The Promised Land.

I used to visit the land for short trips, there I was always feeling awkward, I don’t feel I belong there. I have different look from the rest of them, I wear differently from them, I even talk differently from them. I feel that they are the most arrogant person in the world. It seems that the world evolved around them. And the most important thing is I don’t want to be like them.

Then, through a series of unfortunate events, I was landed in this Promised Land. During my stay, I see more, learn more and try to understand more of it. Then I wonder why it is so worshipped?
The citizen of the land are snobbish, selfish, and think too high of themselves. Their sense of self-importance is unrivaled; they think they are better and smarter than other, although they are somehow uniform in look, taste, and knowledge. (And in the case of knowledge, they are slightly smarter than a parrot, only louder)

In the past, I thought that the citizens are powdered in gold and silver, now I see clearly that those are imitations. The entire glamorous looks are faux. The land is so dirty, full of dirt. Streets of the land are packed, packed with shiny cars, old carts, and some old junks.
How can an alluring land have dirt on its face, how can the inhabitants live with the foul smell. How can (fake)Gucci, LV and Prada shoes step on puddles. Buildings on street side seem to be outdated, but they leave a hint of glorious past. Maybe in the past, it was really a sensational place.

The land is not better than my birthplace. I still think my birthplace is much more beautiful than this polluted land. I still think that the people are not better than my fellow villagers.

So, is the Promise Land just a bogus? Is it just like the Promised Land in Old Testament? A promise that long overdued, a promise that never exist in the first place, a promise that only lives in the imagination of some old deceived generation.

Blown Away

I used to trust you a lot. You were the only person who can pull me out of miseries; a single word from you would clear thousands of my doubt.
I used to pour every tiny thing that runs in my mind, letting you know every state of my feeling.
Using the knowledge of me, you started to intimidate me. Used to think it is for my own good. But now, after so many trust-abuses, I finally realized, all these black-mailings are for one ultimate purpose; for your total victory over me.
I can’t find any topic to share with you anymore, and yet you start to dig more of me. It is hurting me a lot to be so cautious when I speak to you. I know, eventually it will be another boomerang for me. I am sorry...

Angel & Demon

In your eyes,
My world is surrounded by thousands of glittering angels
No matter how much I try to be those angels, I can never match them
No matter how I did, it’s never worthy
No matter what I try, others exceeds me

For you,
All my prayers are to be vaporized for I am a cold-blooded sinner
All those virtuous deeds I’ve done are just excuses to pave my ultimate evil missions

Your words wish me to be Gabriel, and yet your actions treat me as Lucifer
Though you said it, I know you never believe I will be angel

In your eyes,
I am the spring of hatred
I am drowned in jealousy
I am the source of universe’s misfortune
I am the ultimate devil

Tell me,
Which of your wishes should I fulfill

Beep Beep

Since last month bombing in Jakarta, the securities measure through out Indonesia, especially in Jakarta. Everywhere you go, securities check you car and bag. Well, not that I am anti-terrorist (let’s assume terrorist did all the bombing), will our “put everybody under microscope” action actually help to get them?
See, it is totally OK for airports to do all the miniscule checking, not because we assume that terrorists always hijack planes, but because they have the devices to do the proper checking. It is so sensitive that some people with lots of blings take about 15 minutes alone walking back and forth from body-metal-detector. Yet, those advanced gadgets still fail to detect weapons made of non-metal (in movies, ivory gun will pass the metal detector).
Right, back to Indonesia. If you are living in Jakarta, you would find that you are being check every time you walk-in to malls. The securities guard will do a wipe movement to you bag using a device tat will go “beep”. It is a metal detector. The question is, how would this device help to get the bomb, if it is really placed in bags? The device will beep anyway, esp. ladies bags with many metal studs.
Or the search on your car every time you go to malls, hotels, or other public places. They’ll check the 2nd row (passenger area) and the trunk. Of course they have the magic device, the metal detector. They’ll do the wipe thing again, and since the car is made of 70% metal it will always beep anyway (if it is not beeping, check, the battery is off).
So what are they getting from the beep? Is it necessary? Is it merely to give a psychological safe feeling by “at least we are doing something”???
See, from the last bombing at Ritz Carlton & JW Marriot, can’t we learn something? Terrorists are not stupid, they’ve done their homework, they know the buildings, the rooms, the routines, and they also know how to sneak the bomb in. Remember, both hotels have quite advanced devices and usually made physical checking on your bags too (not only using metal detector, they also asked you to open your bag & toss the things inside). Still they missed it.
Isn’t it telling you something? Get them before they want to plant the bomb, get them when they about to plan it. It’ll save much more time & more lives.