Wake up and smell the coffee.

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Nine eleven pm.

An airport, at a time, and onto another chapter - KUL to DXB to DME, DME to DXB and back to KUL, and on goes the cycle, twice a year, six years, twelve in total, and now at my seventh, i wonder just how many more trips across continents i can take, the same journeys, the same places, the same times, and the same thoughts that race through my mind, twice a year, six years, a horrible twelve in total, at every s-i-n-g-l-e journey. 

Nine twenty seven pm.

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There she goes again! Blowing up to a whopping 2.70 per litre. Can't say I'm at all surprised, it was bound to happen with all the current hoopla about f*** prices shooting up all over the world. Reading the blog of one of the most respected leaders ever to lead the country might give you a little in-sight of what The Great One thinks (all about the usual who's been making and where's it been going and bla bla bla and the refusal to continue subsidizing f*** prices and so on and so forth). 

When the home team says things like these :

1. ''Oh, we're still a lot cheaper than countries like the UK and the US.''

You say - Well, you can't say anything. It's one of those statements that makes you want to slap your forehead and down your pack of scotch, because seriously, how could you make such a comparison?

Our  per capita income is about one-third of theirs (UK & US). In purchasing power terms, our increase is more than in the UK or the US, sayith The Great One.

2. ''We can use that amount (for f*** subsidization) to do something else like help the poor.''    

You say - Yeah. You could also help us. Use it to subsidize the f*** price.

3. On the issue of the probability of f*** prices increasing by the month, this is what one Individual said (Capital I in Individual) ''It can happen, it may not. Prices could also come down.'' 

You say - Oh really? Isn't that a sugar coated statement which probably means ''It will go up, but maybe not monthly. Going down? Noooo.''

Well, at least that's what I think. Right now i've got other pressing matters to attend to, so f*** can wait. 

Cheers.

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it's very unsettling when you sit down and think about what you're doing with your future, if at all the path you chose, was really what you chose or if it was somehow chosen for you and you decided to just go with it. in life, we learn that we always have options, choices. we make them and live with them. sigh.

i now question my decision to come to this dreaded country, picking a path one might consider a ''safe'' option, a path which you might be able to peek into and say ''let's go down this one''. the problem with options and choices are, it's usually too late when you've realised they're the wrong ones. could i have chosen the wrong path? i am asking myself that very question and it is very unsettling. very.

i'm tired, with the places and the situations i'm being put in time and time again. when will it be too much for me? when will it be it? for how long will i be able to stand strong and hold my own? in all honesty, i fear the answer to that very question.

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For 4 days and 4 nights, i am a prisoner in my own space.

20th April 1889, Adolf Hitler was born. About a 100 years later, foreigners who live in countries like Russia, Germany and in the eastern block live in fear for their lives for a week.

Sigh. I am such a foreigner, who, for the next 4 days will not leave my room, in fear of losing my life to skinhead gangsters who apparently live by the idealogy (that Hitler has left them) for 4 days out of the 365. I have no idea how that would mean living by it.

I have heard horror stories about fellow students, being beaten up by these skinhead gangsters, and in some cases, killed. For me personally, I have the lowest opinion on these bunch of boys, dressed in leather jackets and boots, shaved heads, calling themselves men, and ambushing foreigners from behind, an act which i can only brand, cowardly. And yes, they only ''attack'' when they're in a group. Even more cowardly.

However, recently i watched a video, a documentary if you will, by 2 americans on skinhead gangsters. Now, this has seriously left me rattled. Apparently this whole skinhead gangster thing is a ''Nazi based movement'' and it goes up as high as govt. officials. Their leader is a govt. official who lives by the Nazi ideology, General Something. Yes, this group aren't boys, but in fact men trained by military personnels. Don't ask me how all of this could even be possible, but it is the sad reality of it. If at all the documentary I saw was a mock up, or even real, I am not taking any chances.

There's one thing that has been bugging me, and i can't stop but to think about the irony of this whole issue. Adolf Hitler probably killed over a million Russians, and other Europeans and yet, now he has a good percentage of them believing in what he believed in. I mean, seriously. How could you ever believe in something, or someone that cold bloodedly killed your own people?

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There was the Baroque period, the Classical period, the Romantic period and the 20th Century. Those are the types of, well, somewhat not too exiciting musical pieces we all had to deal with. No doubt composers the likes of Mozart, Haydn, Beethoven, Bach, Debussy (one of my favourite) and many, many more that i need not mention were brilliant, but somehow, i cannot help but feel that the 21st century has alot more to offer.

Hans Zimmer, the German behind The Lion King, Pirates of the Carribean, The Prince of Egypt, to name a few, has made some really catchy tunes. For example, you hear that unmistakeable beat from Pirates of the Carribean and you know it instantly. I mean, wouldn't music be so much more interesting if we learnt those instead?

John Williams? He made The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Jurassic Park,  Harry Potter and i could go on and on and on. The man's probably made almost all of Hollywood's music, and all good.

If you had a choice, (with all due respect to Mozart and the rest of the gang) wouldn't you pick something John Williams or Hans Zimmer made? Picture this, for your piano exam, you enter the room, you sit down and tell the examiner, 'I'll be playing Hans Zimmer's Jack Sparrow from Pirates bla bla The Third. Or you could tell him 'I'll be playing Scarlatti's Sonata in bla bla bla.' *Raises eyebrow. I know which one i would pick.