In case there are some people out there who do not read the newspapers, I’ll post this.
JI leader Mas Selamat Kastari, the terrorist who had planned to crashed a hijacked plane into Changi Airport, escaped from detention yesterday at 4.05pm. He is not known to be armed at the time of his escape, but nevertheless in my opinion he is still dangerous. Members of the public who know something about his whereabouts are urged to call 999.
Be careful, and stay vigilant.
Apparently, Thaksin is set to return to Thailand in about an hour’s time.
What impact will this have on Thailand??
“I’m out of politics……No more…”
I have a sudden urge to post an essay that I wrote a few years ago, so here goes:
Even though he was behind bars, he did not appear sad. Instead, he simply sat on the floor and tried to block out everything. However, instead of managing that, he thought more than ever. Annoyed with the situation he was in, he decided to end it all.
Picking up a small sharp shard of stone on the floor, he drew the sharp end across his wrist. He stared at the wound on his wrist as his lifeblood flowed out of it. Somehow, the wound seemed familiar. Where had he seen such a wound before?
Of course! It was when he had slashed that girl’s throat in the alley at night! He had never been more alive in his life than at that time. That murder was an incredible work of art!
Smiling to himself, he laid back and thought of how he had accomplished it…
It all stared when he was taking a walk in the park near his home at night. While he was walking, a pretty girl who was talking loudly on her mobile phone passed him. He glanced at her and was suddenly conscious of her voice. It was a sweet voice with a thrilling quality. However, there was a odd quality in the girl’s voice that induced a cold wave of fear to wash over him. Thinking that he was imagining things, he walked on.
While he was sleeping, he suddenly jerked awake. There was laughter ringing in his ears. Who was laughing? After contemplating for a while, he remembered the girl. It was her laughter he had heard. Why was he hearing her voice and why was it so scary? He thought and thought but could not see any reason for it. He thought:”I might as well get back to sleep.” Shaking his head like a dog trying to rid itself of water, he laid back and slept.
That was not all, he began to think of that girl’s voice day and night. It disturbed him so much that he had to quit working as a clerk. Fed up, he called upon a private investigator to check on the girl so he could somehow find a way to end his suffering.After he had given the private investigator this task, he thought of what he should do to get rid of the girl’s voice in his head. Finally, he decided to silence her forever by killing her so that he would not hear her voice anymore.
About a week later, the private investigator gave him news on the girl. According to the investigator, the girl was living quite near him and seemed to love going out at night. After he had received this information, he started to stalk the girl at night, hoping to have a chance to kill her. However, he realised that it was not easy to find a chance as the girl was often surrounded by friends.
One day, he finally had a chance. The girl was going out alone. She looked around suspiciously every now and then. He supposed that she knew she was being watched. He would have to finish her off quickly.
The girl was walking through a dark alley. He was some distance away, following the girl. She stopped every few minutes to look around her. However, she could not spot him as he was hidden by the darkness. The girl was walking faster and faster and was eventually running. Running after her silently, he closed in on her. He could feel the aura of fear coming from her and was enjoying it.
Finally, the girl broke down and fell to the ground and sobbed. This was when he tapped her shoulder from behind. She screamed and turned around. Using the penknife in his hand, he slashed her throat. As she made a choking noise, he stabbed her chest and went off, satisfied.
A sharp pain jerked him back to reality as his wound pressed against the stone. He recalled how the police had come the next day after the murder and arrested him. He was then convicted and sent to jail for life as the judge said he was mentally unhinged.
He was feeling weak and drowsy. He laid on the floor and closed his eyes.
He was silent…
A gloved hand
A syringe
A small push
His entire body exploded with pain
As his vision shattered into a hundred tillion pieces of glass
And-
Newton’s third law states that:
“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
Procrastination is the action
Undone work is the reaction
Everyone, I bet, has questioned this at least once in their lives:
”Why the hell am I even doing this?”
Most would probably stop to think and say:
“It’s for my future…” OR “I enjoy this…” OR “I have no choice…”
But in reality, it’s none of the above. Although the above list shows some typical responses to that question, those answers aren’t the truth, and many counterarguments exist to counter those responses.
Let me tell you why.
We humans are made to do something. There’s a desire, within all of us which tells us to do things. Of course, some people might argue that they can do nothing all day long. But is that really true? Obviously not. Being conscious of the fact that one is wasting time is already an act. Doing things is what we all have been programmed to be, we NEED to do something, to live, to waste time, to enjoy ourselves.
To make us human.
Past, Present, Future
Time, an Observer of the Three
