Will "Flying Squirrel" Suit Let Skydivers Jump Without Chutes?

It sounds crazy, and it probably is: Skydive from 15,000 feet (4,600 meters) and land safely—without a parachute—wearing a getup that resembles a flying squirrel costume (wallpaper: flying squirrel).
"It's pretty much considered impossible," said Maria von Egidy, a designer with Jii-Wings in Cape Town, South Africa.

Von Egidy isn't interested in trying the stunt herself. But she aims to design the first wingsuit that will help pull it off.
Wingsuits are jumpsuits with fabric panels between the arms and legs that enable skydivers to zoom around in freefall.
By angling the self-inflating, rigid "wings," pilots can turn, dive, or rocket forward.
What wearers can't do—at least not yet—is land safely without the aid of a parachute.
"In terms of downward speed, we're actually within the margin of safety there for landing," von Egidy said. "But of course the forward speeds are tremendous."
And therein lies the catch.

The Obamas' and the McCains' on Family Life

Found on MotherTalkers – “Rants and Raves on Modern Motherhood” was a piece on the family lives of the Obamas’ and the McCains’. Michelle and Barack Obama and Cindy McCain, spoke with Parents magazine about how they raise their children and the challenges they have faced. The Obama family sees conversation and talking to children as the most “effective discipline tool”. Michelle Obama, said :“I don’t think you can overestimate how important conversations are from the time kids are even 2 and 3. We made our expectations clear early on, so now we’re not talking about rules or arguing about what they have to do. They know what we expect from them, and they’re eager to please us. Barack Obama responded with “Now, granted, they are not teenagers, so we don’t want to sound like, “Well, aren’t we the clever parents?” and then you talk to us four years from now…”Cindy McCain discussed the adoption of her daughter Bridget and the medical issues they faced when they brought her home. The magazine asked “Did you have any other challenges helping her adjust? Did she ever wonder why she didn’t look like the rest of the family?
No, and I think that says a great deal about my children, if I can brag for a moment. When I first walked in the door with her—here I was coming home with a brand-new baby sister who no one knew was coming—my kids never missed a beat. She was absolutely part of the family immediately—including the pranks that kids play on each other.” And also “I remember that I used to take her to the market, and people would stop and stare at her. It was really my first encounter with—I don’t think prejudice is the right word, but certainly a misunderstanding of what she was all about and what was going on with her

Jay Tomas Reunites With Out of Wedlock Son

I guess nobody cares about Jay Thomas anymore, because if not for the fact that I heard about this on the Howard 100 News (The Howard Stern Show news outlet on Sirius XM Satellite Radio) I don't think I would have seen it. Yes, it was on the Today Show, but it was on the 27th hour that Kathie Lee hosts. Certainly SOME people care; he's gotten plenty of press attention for the story over the past few months.
I think it's a good story, although not exactly Lifetime TV material. Here's what happened: Jay Thomas, an actor and radio personality (he used to be on 'Cheers', and also had his own show called 'Love & War', plus he's done a ton of movies and TV guest spots), had a son with a girlfriend 28 years ago. The boy was adopted as an infant and his parents named him John Harding, although his nickname was JT, same as Jay's. JT moved to L.A. 11 years ago hoping to find his biological dad. He knew from his adoptive family that, " my biological dad was 'different' and not like the rest of us. Those remarks often caused me to fantasise [sic] and wonder about just me who my birth dad really was... A monster? A member of the traveling circus?"According to JT the younger, he eventually heard that his father was on 'Cheers', so of course he thought that meant Ted Danson. Not quite. Eventually he found out it was Jay, and they've been spending time together ever since.So why are we only hearing about this now? As the National Ledger puts it, "It's just that JT's star is rising now, with his JTX band and his hot Next Plateau Records song, 'I'm Gonna Party Like a Rockstar.'" In other words, they want publicity. In fact, Jay says in the Today show clip that he's selling t-shirts that say, "I Reunited With My Biological Son Because It Was Good For Both Our Careers" or something like that. Can't find the shirt, though.Thomas is so cynical and hilariously inappropriate, making this is a slightly different adoption-reuniting tale. Nothing wrong with that, right?

First Dinosaur Feathers for Show, Not Flight?

One of the oldest known dinosaur relatives of birds had "bizarre" anatomy, including long, ribbon-like tail feathers that suggest plumage may have first evolved for show rather than for flight, scientists say.

Farmers unearthed a fossil of the new dino species, dubbed Epidexipteryx hui, from the hills of Inner Mongolia in late 2007.

The remains date back to 152 million to 168 million years ago, making the newfound creature slightly older than Archaeopteryx, the most primitive known bird.
(Related: "Earliest Bird Had Feet Like Dinosaur, Fossil Shows" [December 1, 2005].)
Like other avialans—birds and their closest dinosaur relatives—Epidexipteryx is a theropod, a group of two-legged animals that includes Tyrannosaurus rex.
Researchers think the pigeon-size Epidexipteryx might have used its plumes as flashy ornaments, since it was mostly covered in short feathers that lack the structure necessary for flight.
"For example, [the feathers] could potentially have played a role in displays intended to attract a mate, scare off a rival, or send a warning signal to other individuals of the same species," said study co-author Fucheng Zhang, a paleontologist at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Beijing.
"This is very exciting indeed, since it gives us a window into a stage of avialan history just preceding the appearance of the classic 'first bird,'" Zhang said.
"It shows that the use of feathers for visual communication—as opposed to other functions such as insulation and flight—was a very early development."

How Snails Walk on Water Is a Small Miracle

Walking on water may seem miraculous, but for tiny aquatic snails, it's an everyday activity. Now, scientists have puzzled out the snails' baffling method of propulsion.

method of propulsion.
"How the snails were dragging themselves across a surface that they could not even grip was absolutely perplexing to us," said lead author Eric Lauga, a professor of mechanical and aerospace engineering at the University of California, San Diego.

Hanging on to the water's surface is not the issue for the snails. They are naturally buoyant, because they are so small," Lauga said.
Even so, the snails need traction to move across the slippery surface. Think of humans trying to walk on ice—they don't break through, but their feet can't get a grip.
By making small rippling motions with its foot, the snail creates traction for itself, Lauga and his colleagues found after studying videos of the snails. The researchers' observations are detailed this month in the journal Physics of Fluids.
The snails' ability to move depends on water's tendency for its surface to resist disturbance. Water "wants" to stay flat, Lauga said.
When the snail ripples its foot, similar ripples are created on the water's surface. The ripples generate a downward force as the water flattens itself.
These ripples are just the right size for the snail to use to push itself along. "If the ripples were too small, the snail would slip, as on ice," Lauga said.
"If the ripples [were] too big, the snail could not 'grab' them."

In a new experiment, people who held steaming cups of coffee for a few seconds judged another person as more generous, caring, and happy than people who held a cup of iced coffee did.

In a second experiment, people who briefly handled a therapeutic hot pad instead of an ice pack were more likely to later select a gift for a friend rather than themselves.
The findings indicate that physical warmth unconsciously stimulates friendly behavior toward other people, according to marketing professor Lawrence Williams of the University of Colorado at Boulder.
"There's a meaningful interface between the physical world and our bodies and the psychological world and what's going on in our heads," said Williams, who led the study, to appear in tomorrow's issue of the journal Science.

Boring..

well it is time for me to fill up these blanks.blanks where it's never been spill with tears and tears that can never make a person weeker but stronger. This how I'm gonna start my blog for today. I'm sorry to all readers who loves reading my blog that i haven't been spending my time on typing things that had been sitting in my mind and i have like a week more to spend my precious tyme of stying at home. im gladly to say that for the 1st tyme in my life my room is clean. ahakz!actually not too clean but the definition of clean that i mean was hygienecaly clean. Now, i have to go through final exam n this time around i would try my best to get even better grades than the last time. At certain times people have to fall in order to achieve the best. falling is not a bad thing and falling is the thing which makes people stronger in so many ways.

Plastic surgeries

There was once an old man who was very faithful. He was always living the bible and helping the poor . He was also a very rich dude. This guy however was almost 80 years old when he felt regret. He asked GOD for another 20 years without any problems tolive his life to the fullest since he was amazingly rich. Given the fact that he served him well. GOD agreed. So after that, he realised dat he was a bit to old to enjoy life ( looking 80….wat was he thinking????) Anyway he decided to go for a plastis surgery, you know, botox and stuff like that to look younger. So he was look very cute for a 80 year old after the surgery. The moment he stepped out , a truck crosing the road hit him and he died. Then after he died he asked GOD why did he lie to him bcoz GOD said that he could live for another 20 years and do you know what GOD told him? I dont know …
do you know why people…..
Because he changed his face remember?
So, forget plastic surgeries and stuff like that or else..Poeple will forget you because they know you not as anybody else. if you change. they won’t recognise you!!

Can I forget?

well, another day in the life of mr. boring…….. *yawn* but that does NOT matter after receiving a testi(monial) from my old bud from skool……… she’s a really cute girl, but i’m afraid she’s taken…… my bad, my bad……… took a long look at her new pics, and wasn’t she FANTASTIC? i mean, i HAD the biggest crush on her, and well, i can’t seem to forget her…………… life’s like that, u see…….. had a crush with one of ur bestest frenz, n now can’t forget her………. i’m a loser, huh….
Well, until next, -bYe-

Rolling Days-YUI

Mou gaman bakka shiterannai yo
Iitai koto wa iwanakucha

Kaerimichi yuugere no basutei
Ochikonda senaka ni bai bai bai
Kimi no FIGHTING POSE misenai gao!

Yume ni made mita you na sekai wa
Arasoi mo naku heiwa no nichi jyou
Demo gen jitsu wa hibi to rabu de
Tama ni kuyandari shiteru
Sonna ROLLING DAYS!

koron jattatte iin ja nai no
sontoki wa waratte ageru
norikon da basu no okukara
chiisaku hohoemi ga mieta

kimi o tayori ni shiteruyo Oh! Oh!

yume ni made mita you na Sweet Love
koibito tachi wa kakurega o sagasu no
demo genjitsu wa aenai hi ga
tsuduki nagara mo shinjiteru no Rolling days

tsumazui tatte Way to go!!
Yeah!! Yeah!! doro darake Rolling star!!

narubeku egao de itai keredo
mamorinuku tame ni wa shikatanai desho ?
kitto uso nante souimi o motanai no
All my loving
sou janakya yatterannai

yume ni made mi ta you na sekai wa
arasoi mo naku heiwa na nichijou
demo genjitsu wa hibi torabutte
tamani kuyan dari shiteru sonna Rolling days

sou wakatterutte
tsumazuitatte Way to go!!
Yeah!! Yeah!! doro darake Rolling star!!

English Translation[anime version]

I want to live in a world of peace
Without conflict, like the one I’ve seen in my dreams
I just can’t keep it inside
I’ve gotta say what I wanna say
The bus stop at twilight, on the way home
Saying bye bye bye to the sad backs of others
Your face doesn’t show your fighting pose

A world like the one I’ve seen in my dreams
Without conflict, daily peace
But in reality,I sometimes I worry about
Love and the day to day grindThose Rolling Days!

You would never hold a lie, no never
All my loving, without it, I can’t go on

Sweet love like I’ve seen in my dreams
Lovers searching for hidden faces
But in reality, the days we can’t meet
Continue on, but I believe LONELY DAYS
Even if you stumble, WAY TO GO, YEAH YAY
A muddled rolling star!


Yes...
Another song form my favourite japan artis
YUI...
Actually this song has 2 type that is anime version and original vertion,
this one is anime version from the fifth opening from anime Bleach..

Love Is always around no matter where you go..

Love is all around,the petals and pastures that receives showers of blessings from God,trees that are shading their leaves to the birds which rest on its branches;soft breezes of the wind,carries away the heat of all mankind….Natures,understands love…

So do human beings,that is why,men and women fall in love,being together,grow together,build their home n families…but sometimes i don’t understand what is God’s plan for me…why should i suffer all this?why this could happen on me?

In another 5 months times,or maybe even now,i m facing the hardest test God have gave me in my 19 year old.

Distance,it could be the killing timed bomb for love,makes humans suffer.Suffered…..but still want to hold it on hands,because of love.Though It is the thorns which prick our hearts,but we still protect it…my goodness,hearts are made from flesh,flesh comes from the combinations of our parents,and Gift of Life from God…so why do we have to suffered like this?

I pray that God'll guide my way,let me understand,why is this happen on me…Is that the way to test our relationship is strong enough?or just In His Time,He wanted to stop us from being together?…I pray for an answer ALLAH….I wanted this relationship so much,i dream it'll become true for us,but,it is always,we human beings,have to place our destinies in YOUR Hands.

Accept whatever happens to you.Even if you suffer humiliation,be patient.Gold is tested by fire,and human character is tested in the furnace of humiliation.Trust the ALLAH,and He will help you.walk straight in His ways,and put your hope in him.

This phrase will be my guide, my direction, it'll raise me up when i m sad and remorse…i only want to tell the person concern, love is always with you, set your goals, i'll still wait for the day to come…

your child

Your children are not your children,
they are the sons and daughters of life’ s logging for itself .

They come through you but not from you.
And thought they are with you yet they belong not to you.

you may give them your love,
but
not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts.

You may strive to be like them,
but
not seek to make them like you

JUST FOR TODAY

…smile at a stranger
…listen to someone’s heart
…drop a coin where a child can find it
…learn something new, then teach it to someone
…tell someone you’re thinking of them
…hug a loved one
…don’t hold a grudge
…don’t be afraid to say “I’m sorry”
…look a child in the eye and tell them how great they are
…don’t kill that spider in your house, he’s just lost so show him the way out
…look beyond the face of a person into their heart
…make a promise, and keep it
…call someone, for no reason that to just say “hi”
…show kindness to an animal
…stand up for what you believe in
…smell the rain, feel the breeze, listen to the wind
…use all your senses to their fullest
…cherish all your TODAYS
Today you were thought about by me…
Matthew 22:39 (GNB) ” The second most important commandment is:” Love your neighbor as you love yourself.”

Yesterday-Today-Tomorrow

Yesterday I met a stranger…
~ Today this stranger is my friend.
~ Had I not taken the time to say hello, or return smile, or shake a hand, or listen, I would not have known this person.
~ Yesterday would have turned into today and our chance meeting would be gone.
~ Yesterday I hugged someone very dear to me.
~ Today they are gone…and tomorrow will not bring them back.
~ Wouldn’t it be nice if we all knew tomorrow would be there?
But this is not to be, so take the time TODAY to give a hug, a smile, an “I love you”

The truth about obesity

Be honest.
Has anyone ever agitated you by their weight.

Has anyone ever had a body so extremely fat that it disturbs you.

Have you ever felt that someone wasn’t fit to be your friend or have your Acquaintance because he/she was overweight.

Yes?

Our eyes tell us the truth,but our hearts and minds speak otherwise see these people do good to us and show us more love and care than any other normal person could ever give,and yet we refuse to give them the same amount of affection,because it’s their physique that ultimately bothers us.We know that fact,and yet we’re willing to change it,to change ourselves for the better because we fear degradation from the higher powers afraid that the more ‘beautiful’ and socially powerful persons might leave us to our betrayed friendships with the fat and obese the end,we’re stuck.Alone.
Have you ever had the feeling of sitting at a table with other people at dinner,looking ravenously upon the food that sits on the table,and yet taking only a bite of it for fear it would add another pound?


God gave the birds wicker baskets of bread,
and He gave me a crumb for me to nibble on.
And yet I mustn’t eat it.


Because I might gain more weight,you byatch.
It’s a worldwide phenomenon.
Bosses don’t want to hire fat people.
Men don’t want to go out with fat ladies.
Modelling is only suitable for the anorexic
.I feel for them,because I have gone through that.
How do you think they feel?
And I mean as in those who really want to make a change and be thin,not those who have accepted their fat ‘fate’.
Going through hundreds of diets until you already know them by heart

Atkins,low-carb,vegetarian to slimming and beauty centers at the age of 10,feeling like a doofus walking around women who are already model-like-ly slender,knowing the fact that they talk about you behind your back,going "oh God is she really 10?So fat maa!".

Getting sympathy friendship from the popular,making friends with the similarly downtrodden group,dreading ‘the’ time every year when the teacher calls out your name to check your weight.

Oooh there’s more to that,but it makes me sick just typing it here.

People think they are sensible and socialize with everyone,but not many are aware of the discrimination they put on the fat and obese.

Come on,you don’t think they notice it when you smile pathetically at them?

It’s a lie on top of a lie.

They deserve support and care.

It’s not as if they aren’t people too.

Severely suffering each day,reading labels and nutritional value on the food they eat,constantly counting the calories they eat.

And it still doesn’t work.

It’s as if they’re digging a hole that never ends.

Like trying to fly.

An effort that brings no result worthy of joy.

The Argument That Never Was

I’m sick of people stepping on me like dry,torn grass in a carnival.
I’m dead tired of arguing against what’s supposed to be right.Over something which will never change,or insisting on an opinion that will never move from it’s spot as long as there’s no proof that it’s wrong.People’s train of thought differs enormously,there’s just no way you can change anyone’s perception of how things are.No matter how much evidence you put into your argument,it’ll never make them budge from their pedestal of thought.
To simplify things,I just hate arguing,whether or not I’m the one to blame.Once someone has gotten hold of her mindset,it’s ludicrous to think you can change that mindset to thinking you’re right and she’s wrong.It’s ridiculous.Even though you’re so close,asymptotically close to influencing her opinion,it’s still her opinion and she may just agree with you physically and have a world of difference thought-wise.Shyte-like,but human seems to be the word here.

is this right?

This post might be very self-centred and big-headed.But circumstances require me to act so.So leave if you can’t read this kind of stuff.
I can’t really consider myself as stupid.I mean,sometimes I really am not as stupid as I think I am.I score fairly good grades.Well.At least better than a few other hopeless winos.But making the same mistake of trusting someone else with all I have is something even a hopeless wino wouldn’t do.Ever.
See,that’s just the problem with me.I have this habit of tripping into the same booby trap again.Twice.
I never saw myself as a confidant.I sort of did at first;and maybe it went pretty far and I was happy as long as it lasted.But that was probably as far as it went;my presumptions never came to reality.And considering that fact,knowing that someone’s been using you up like water in the well till it runs cracking dry,really stabs me deep,forming this unbearable wound in the small of my back.
Telling myself this was going great and I actually had something nice in my life for a change only made it worse because the realization slaps me hard in the face.I suck at this sort of thing.Way too much for friendship.For being a trustee.For someone to hold on to me,and perhaps for the worthiness I have in myself as a friend.
Come on.
I don’t have to know.Is that what this is all about?Well,I probably don’t need to.They didn’t have to move so much as an inch.They didn’t even have to think about telling me;because their body language was practically blowing every single cover they had.Their actions just screamed out loud about absolutely everything they kept hidden inside.And that’s how someone as stupid as me finds out.
I beg their forgiveness.For knowing all this while but pretending I didn’t just to make them feel better.

Rich is good????

Ever wondered what it was like to be filthy rich that you got everything you wanted?
This message goes out to someone.It’s a he.And he ought to know this.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Sue.She was the only child,she was the daughter of a multi-billionaire and she got everything she wanted.
When Sue turned 15,her world turned around.She found out her father had 3 other wives,he was a prostitute addict,he had tremendous debts because of gambling,he was a terrible smoker and drank heavily day to night.He was nothing like the loving father she ever knew.And worse still,he’d been doing this ever since Sue was born,only she never knew it.
Her mother cried every night,but Sue felt helpless.There was nothing much she could do or say that could change the situation.
In two months,their money became less and less.They moved out of the mansion and rented a two-room apartment in a sad part of the city.And Sue had to work as a waitress in a local restaurant to raise money to pay for her study fees.
There is a fine line between wealth and happiness.Too fine a line for me to say.Hell,if people knew that,not many would have the desire to be wealthy.
It’s like Jim Carrey says.Everyone has to be a good-looking successful actor.Then only will they regret for knowing how it really is like.
Go to hell.You have no idea what it is like.You keep thinking life for others is a bed of roses full of honey and sugar while yours sucks like a foul-smelling pigsty full of bullshit.Wake up and smell the air,sucker.There is such a thing as hope.The whole world faces the same level of shit.Just not the same way as you do.
But you probably don’t understand and maybe you don’t want to.It’s okay.Why not get your dad to sign up for prostition.Imagine him sleeping with another wino in a hotel room for a week and coming back home,claiming he’s been out for business.There’s nothing much a son can say.His dad’s got too much money.Too much power.
Imagine passing by a Carlsberg factory.And suddenly hearing dad piping up,"Hey,I remember being here with my friends.Sipping wine till we get drunk and hungover." Oh it’s no big deal.He’s your dad.
Oh but don’t get me wrong.There are roses in it.But the very few wilting ones.Seriously.Being wealthy does not necessarily mean being happy.But being happy definitely means being wealthy.

serenity

Elegance is usually confused by superficiality and fashion.That is a grave mistake.
Serenity comes from the heart.Although often tormented by thoughts of insecurity,the heart knows that,through correct posture,it can regain its equilibrium.The physical elegance I’m talking about comes from the body and is not a superficial thing,but our way of honouring how we place our two feet on the ground.That is why,whenever you feel uncomfortable in that correct posture,you should not think that it is false or artificial.It is true because it is difficult.It makes the path feel honoured by the dignity of the pilgrim.
Many archers complain that,despite many years of practice,they still feel their heart beating anxiously,their hand trembling,their aim faltering.Archery makes our mistakes more obvious.


-POULO COELHO-

The tiger (Panthera Tigris) is a mammal belonging to the Felidae family from the Panthera genus.
In the wild, tigers mostly feed on deer, wild boar, and wild cattle, including gaur and water buffaloes, young rhinos and young elephants.
Humans are the tiger’s most significant predator, as tigers are often poached illegally for their fur. Also, their bones and nearly all body parts are used in traditional Chinese medicine for a range of purported uses including pain killers and aphrodisiacs. Poaching for fur and destruction of habitat have greatly reduced tiger populations in the wild.
At the beginning of the century,it is estimated that there were 100000 tigers in the world,but this number has decreased to 8000.To put it bluntly,tigers are disappearing in the wild and are being increasingly endangered with the continuous act of tiger-poaching, habitat loss and population fragmentation.
In Malaysia, it is believed that the population of a certain species of tiger is now narrowed down to one.1.Satu.Wahidan.Ee.Gunne.
This species,a.k.a. the Aiman is now considered highly endangered and is in desperate need of a breeding type to further enlargen its population in Malaysia,and so forth on planet Earth.
It feeds on a number of much interesting prey albeit having a peculiar diet consisting of those similar to omnivorous creatures,including chicken,red meat,fish,a number of vegetables and unbelievably,cookies,cakes and other sweeteries.
On a peculiar note,this tiger can be seen amidst the bustling towns of Taman Tun Dr. Ismail and other largely crowds of people in Kuala Lumpur,wearing clothes.Sources say that it is being harnessed by a human family that provides sufficient food,clothing and a suitable habitat for it in the heart of Taman Tun.It can be seen sometimes roaming with other men around its age of about 17 to 18 years.
The presence of such a tiger is also noticed in a popular shooting studio in Taman Tun where it is seen amidst cameras,lights,screens and several top Malaysian actors and actresses,namely Maya Karin and the widely known director,Shuhaimi Baba,also known for writing top selling movies entering the international screen such as Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam and Ringgit Kasorrga.
Its behaviour is relatively unpredictable; sometimes playful and joyous,other times it may be dangerously alert and in search of victims.
Having said so,it is a lovable creature and in the heart of many youngsters (a.k.a NAIL) and teenagers alike.Currently free from the dangers of poachers and hunters,it is hoped that this tiger will chance a long life and will not have to face the same luck as many of its unfortunate brothers in the tropical rainforests of Malaysia and other jungles in the world.


Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?…

see my math....

I called the relationship off! Note I’m typing it in public,so it does NOT mean I’m trying to keep it a secret from some people or whatever. I’m happy I did it. We’re happy we did it.And God knows I was never ready for this sort of thing anyway.Relationships need too much trust,and patience and emotion and diligence. Everything I don’t have.It’s not that I wasn’t serious,it’s just that sometimes in an equation, you need a plus and a plus,or a minus and a minus to equal up to a plus, e.g.
(+2) x (+2) = +4 a plus.
(-2) x (-2) = +4 also a plus.
but if (-2) x (+2) = -4 you get a minus.
.’. if you want a successful relationship,both partners have to be very responsible and loving, or both have to be unreliable and heartless.

huhuhu

7th book..

Yes,the book’s out folks! And quite surprisingly,I was so blur of the outer world+internet that I managed to keep away from spoilers, meaning I had a jolly good 4 days reading with the utmost content and surprise! Lol, my biggest apologies to those who had to find out who died before reading the actual book. Internet sucks that way, but yeah, that’s the price you pay for the electronic age.
I shall be writing my review of the 7th book here,so NOTE:SPOILERS.
The book was crap.
Well that’s what I think. I could barely stifle my yawns all through the pages, and I have to admit that it was actually putdownable, unlike books like Nick Hornby or King, where you can’t stop and everything else comes second, eating, bathroom, stuff like that. There were a few heartbeat moments, like the kiss and the bringing back mom and dad from the dead and all that, (plus the extra gripping wars) but put aside, I had myself a book with nothing but messages and a hopeful effort by J.K. Rowling.
Personally, I felt Rowling had all her younger readers in mind; which explains the beautifully planned ending(which I think was the worst part of the book) and the love-conquers-all message. I was a little disappointed, because I really hoped she would remember that most of her true fans are about my age by now, what with her first book coming out like 8 years ago. I expected a more realistic ending, and I certainly expected more of Rowling.
But hey, she has her fans, young or old. And it’s still a bestselling book, no matter what I say, so.lol

LIFE from 'YUI'

Doro darake yo najime nai tokai de,
Onaji you ni warae nai utsumuite aruita no,
Isogi ashi de surechigau hito-tachi,
"Yume wa kanai mashita ka?",
ATASHI mada MOGAite iru..

Kodomo no goro ni modoru yori mo,
Ima wo umaku ikite mitai yo,
Kowagari wa umare tsuki..

Hi no atari basho ni dete,
Ryoute wo hirogete mita nara,
Ano sora koete yukeru ka na?,
Nante omottanda,
Tobitatsu tame no tsubasa,
Sore wa mada mie nai,
KANTAN ni ika nai kara ikite yukeru..

Nureta koinu hiroi ageta dakede,
Chotto warae chau hodo,
Namida ga koborete kita..

Aisaretai aisaretai bakari,
ATASHI itte ita yo ne,
Motomeru dake ja dame ne...

Kodomo no koro wa MAMA no koto,
Hidoku kizutsuketa ,
Hi mo atta yo ne kawari tai,
Ima zenbu..

Hi no ataru basho ni dete,
Kono te wo tsuyoku nigitte mitai,
Ano basho ano toki wo kowashite,
I can change my life..

Demo kokoro no naka subete wo,
Totemo tsutae kire nai,
KANTAN ni ika nai kara,
Ikite yukeru..

Hi no ataru basho ni dete,
Chizu wo hirogete miru kedo,
I know... You know...,
Mayoi michi mo shikata nai,
I can change my life..

Sugite kita hibi zenbu de,
Ima no atashi nanda yo,
KANTAN ni ika nai kara,
Ikite yukeru...

TRANSITION

In the familiar, dirty city,
We walked with our heads down,
unable to laugh in the same way,
People hurry past,
"Has your dream come true?",
I'm still struggling...

I'd rather try living well now than go back to when,
I was a kid,
Cowardice is being born..

I went out to a place where the sun shone,
and held out my arms,
And thought,
Could I cross the sky?,
I still can't see any wings to fly with,
It's because it's not simple that ,
I can go on living...

Just picking up a wet puppy,
Made tears overflow,
in a way that was funny...

I want to be loved, I just want to be loved,
I said,
but you can't just long for something...

When I was a kid there were days,
when I hurt my mother terribly,
I want to,
change everything now..

I went out to a place where the sun shone and,
gripped tightly with my hands,
I can smash that place, that time,
and change my life..

But there's no way I can tell you,
everything that's in my heart,
It's because it's not simple,
that I can go on living..

I go out to a place where the sun shines,
and open up a map, but
I know... you know...,
You can't help getting lost,
I can change my life..

All the days that have passed,
have made me who I am now,
It's because it's not simple that,
I can go on living..

Just kiling some time to write on of my favourite japan artis name YUI......

Songs To Listen To When Driving

» Thank you - Dido
» Maybe Tomorrow - Stereophonics
» Universal Mind - Liquid Tension Experiment
» Wait For Sleep - Dream Theater
» Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte
» I Miss You Now - Stereophonics
» Lips of Ashes - Porcupine Tree
» Anesthetize - Porcupine Tree
» Hey Ya - Outkast
» Another Sunny Day - Belle and Sebastian
» Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie
» Constant Motion - Dream Theater
» Start of Something - Voxtrot
» Disconnect the Dots - of Montreal
» Hotel California - The Eagles
» You Belong to Me - Jason Wade
» Wonderwall (acoustic) - Ryan Adams
» Not As We - Alanis Morissette
» Last Request - Paolo Nutini
» Slow Dancing In A Burning Room - John Mayer
Oh don’t get me wrong, there are a hundred more tracks I’d love to add to this list, but due to finger-heaviness and the laziness I am overwhelmed with, I’ll stick to this short list thank you very much

Just a little something out of the blue I decided to write. Enjoy!

The moon is a peachy fuzz coloured lamp, sheltered by soft dark cloud blankets. Somewhere around the corner, a couple of rats squeak in agony (to my disgust), the multitude of their voices multiplying as they reverberate through the brick walls.
I choose to sit on a spot of grating not far off from the neighbourhood dump, fumes of a week’s worth of pizza, old lunch and rotten eggs wafting from the half-closed bin. The stench is nauseating; but I am used to it. About a yard away from me, lies dead, black, and wasted. A blackbird, apparently poisoned by the garbage of which it has religiously vultured upon until its last, sorry breath.
The alleyway is dimly lit by a pityful fluorescent nightlamp motted with houseflies, providing little luminescence, barely illuminating the end of the barren cul-de-sac. This is a safe enough place for me. They won’t find me here. For now, at least.
I dig into my anorak pockets and fish out a damp cigarette. Into my mouth it goes, as I fumble my khakis for a match. I light the cigar, lean back and close my eyes, inhaling deep into oblivion. I feel a sense of relief, almost humor, slipping downwards from my dirt-specked face to my cold chest, the way darkness descends for nightfall.
I open my eyes and puff smoke rings around me. They blur my vision, they blur the sad fluorescent lamp, and for a moment my eyesight is useless… but it’s okay. I have lived in too much danger and hysteria to be disturbed by such trivial physical disturbances. I have warmth in my clothes, and solitude in this cornered dump. I am free in what I have. I am alone… and enjoying every single moment of it.
I close my eyes again, and give in to euphoria.

The Pianist

I watched The Pianist yesterday and found it mind-bogglingly heart-wrenching. Never have I come across a movie that can portray such musical beauty in a time of war and holocaust horror. I had to stop a few times to calm myself down, forget the torture and pain splattered all over the movie and remember what it is I downloaded it for.
The dread I feel when watching the Germans exterminate the Jews in thousands at a time, families, elderly, children, its amazing how it makes me wonder how lucky I am to live in such a poverty-free and peacefully sovereign society. Adrien Brody was fantastic. My kudos goes to him; learning the piano just for a movie is definitely a troublesome task and mainly because of the hellish practicing that has to come with it. The nocturnes/ballades by Chopin made the movie all the more easier for me to relate to how Szpilman feels when he finally plays on the piano after years of war.

revelation?

When reality slaps you in the face, you suddenly realise how fucked-up this world is. It’s just as well, Murphy’s law. One can’t blame anyone for being pessimistic, or at least a little over-realistic. Bad luck will always befall us on bad days, and in the end, pessimists always have the last laugh.
When you wake up from that good dream and realise it’s a lie…oh how much it stabs, and burns.
I thank and respect every single person who’s given me a little glint of hope, of expectance of better things, of good days with sunny skies and rainbows. It doesn’t hurt to try sometimes and your attempts never fail to work on me; I feel better, I feel a bit more secure, I love what I’m doing and go further with what I have. Happiness turns to passion, passion turns to love.
But the horrible truth is bound to creep back in, and when I come into awareness of that, every memory I have of these pretty polished optimists falls down to the very few bad times we had.
Some people can be so… hypocritic. Your facade is nothing short of perfect, and you’ve managed to strip me off all my dearest strengths and philosophies and plunge me into your hidden darkness, that where the horrifying revelation happens. I just don’t… believe this.
Will it suffice to say I thought I knew you better? I guess not. I probably never did, come to think of it.
Oh well. Fact is, noone cares. Should I embrace that as a joy or an agony?

Outing

My friends and I had this plan to go on an outing.Something I haven’t done in weeks and am currently craving for,because there are like a dozen latest movies I’ve missed out on.So there I was,all ready and dolled up to go,when suddenly one of my friends calls at the last minute and says all of them have cancelled the thing and they are really sorry.Well.It upsets me rather,but later during the day I told about it to my mother,hoping to feel a bit better,but I didn’t,because there was this awkward silence after I told her about it.This got me thinking very deeply(something I’ve been doing quite often lately).
It’s no use feeling sorry for ourselves and nursing our wounds,even though we think the very essence of our patience is about to give away.Everyone faces their own problems to each one’s extent and limit;no matter how much you think the burden is on your back,everyone else is facing it too,only in different versions and magnitudes.I was about to give up on my friends that day,but some pathetic realization came to me that they didn’t want to miss the outing on purpose.One of them was at home babysitting her sister,one was at the hospital,and the other was at the airport,seeing relatives.And all of them must’ve felt just as bad as I did for ditching the day out with her friends,or at least thinking about the great time they could’ve had if they’d gone out for a movie and shopping rather than being where they were.I wasn’t the only one facing the terrible day alone.They were,and probably a million other people on Earth.So that cheered me up quite a bit.(:
My studying has been terrible.I rarely touch those things they call books,and I dread the thought of writing on paper.I’ve even had nightmares of seeing my Chemistry paper and all the questions I got wrong in it.It’s scary,but not scary enough to the extent of motivating me to open my books and study.No.It just isn’t.So there.
It’s kind of late,but I finally watched Mr. And Mrs. Smith today(yeah screw all of you who’ve watched it millenia before me) and I must admit that Mr.Pitt is extremely delicious.Even with a coconut haircut like that and sort of bruised facial expressions,he still beats all the other babe magnets put together.You could put anyone on the list,young or old;Reeves,Kutcher,Brody,Michael or even Depp.He still tops the list.But then again,the oh-so-harsh realities blanket me under its strong,crushing impact.He’s been married twice with some nerve of separating with Aniston,and every single chick in the world loves him.All pretty things come with poison.

The Expatation is to high?

I’m cowering in the darkness with my eyes closed, my hands gripped into fists. I don’t grope them around or look for a hint of light, because I’m not searching for anything in particular. I like it in here and I enjoy my solitude. There could be another hundred people in the darkness right here with me, but as long as we’re in the dark, I don’t hear them, I don’t see them, I will still feel as lonely as ever. And it doesn’t scare me, because I have learnt to become one with nothingness.I have come to overpower my fears in this desolate environment, where noone is around to care or bother, noone wants to know. I know myself, and I am nothing.

My parents keep thinking I’ll get married only when I’m 30, at the current rate I socialise with and treat members of the opposite sex. Oddly enough, I seem to have put up a brilliant facade of utter Estella-ism in front of them, and better yet, I’m somewhat enjoying myself and I keep showing how proud I am of it. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to them; I just happen to have a book-cover judgement on men in general. Their clothing and hygiene, and fashion especially… give me a huge impression about them. Rings on their fingers, especially huge black/silver ones make me gag, single loop earrings attract me, and polo shirts are okay.
Been in strange moods, some involving me downloading small hoards of classical music [i.e. Tchaikovsky, Dvorak, Chopin, Mozart]. Would it sound almost conservative of me to say that classical music makes me feel so calm and relaxed, even a little high?

Great Expectations, the movie. Directed by Alfonso Cuaron, starring Ethan Hawke.

This movie came out in 1998, and I’d half expected it to be like Pride and Prejudice, or Becoming Jane, or Ever After. I was wrong, surprisingly. I’m usually emo after watching deep-thinker-type movies like this, but I don’t think I’ve ever been to this extent.
Normally when you see a hunk like Ethan Hawke star in a movie adapted from a Charles Dickens book, you’d shrug and assume the worst, because hey, how better off can it get if you get a guy you’d usually watch in a chick flick. But how I stood corrected! Ethan Hawke did a brilliant job in this movie. I was so enthralled at the end of it, and I cried during the ending. Imagine what it feels like to have the very benefactor of your life-long success die in your own arms. I just sat there and wept and wept, because I did so want him to achieve what he wanted in the end. The story does follow its title through and through. You expect and expect all your life, and yet nothing goes the way you want it to. What’s more heartbreaking is the fall of his social life. Falling in love with Estella has been the first thing he’s done ever since he met her, and yet all his life, she treats him indifferently. I can’t say I know how he feels like, but I suppose I do have an idea which is why I can relate so much to what he feels when he receives word that she’s to be married the very next week.
"But you love her. She’ll only break your heart, it’s a fact. And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you terribly………………………..you’ll still pursue her. Ain’t love grand?."

How deeply perplexing Haruki Murakami’s writing can be.

I’m almost done with The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, and as hard as it may seem to understand the literature in his words due to his book being translated from Japanese to English (thanks to Jay Rubin), I’m finding even the translated version as gripping and unputdownable as ever. It basically revolves around a man who is left by his wife for reasons he can’t figure out, and in the process of him thinking his problem through, he climbs down a dry well and lives there in darkness, without food and drink, for a few days. Being in the darkness captures him in such a different way and every memory that he has long forgotten suddenly returns to him in mysteriously vivid detail as if he’s only just experienced them the day before. NO, I am not copying this down from the book, I really do find the plot very moving in some aspects and I do have to admit that the literary value of Murakami’s writing is truly beyond compare.

Have you ever felt that way?

I believe in sixth sense, no matter how superficial the media may make it seem. An extra sensory machine inside of us, stimulated by god-knows-what, and cannot be indicated by eyesight, smell, hearing, taste or touch. It’s as if you know it, without having a clue as to how you did in the first place.
You enter a room filled with, say, 50 people. You’re in search of a girl in the crowd, but everywhere you look, noone pays attention to you and you can’t seem to find him. You look down, close your eyes, maybe, and try to imagine again what she looks like. You picture in your mind, her very image and recall everything you can muster about his appearance. You’re thinking, "Nah, she probably doesn’t even know I exist,"….. so you look up to maybe catch a glimpse of her somewhere, and immediately in the distance, at the very spot you choose to rest your eyes upon in the crowd, there she is.
But alas. She looks up to do exactly the same thing at exactly the same time. She turns his head and stares straight at you. And for a split second, you share a brief moment , a completely unaccounted for, totally unprepared and unanticipated connection that is as if forced upon the two of you to share and hold, for that small fraction of a second. It takes up only so much of your time until you pull off and look away, and perhaps then curse under your breath, thinking, oh dammit.
Emotions churn in your chest in fast and violent moves, as if rain and hot winds had collided in a storm, forming vast hurricanes in that little space of your heart. You feel fear, for she may have interpreted the glance wrongly; regret, because you had chosen that exact moment to catch the glimpse of her and the slightest bit of excitement, because you know, and only you know, that none of the other 48 people in the room had shared what you just did.
Have you ever felt that way?