Tuesday, September 25, 2007
A young woman tagged me for my 8 random habits/facts.
I have never seen nor heard her but I know that she comes to read my blog.
I don’t take up tags the normal way. I try to make it into a story by spinning facts like a spider…and it takes time.
Time is that I don’t have here now.
In addition, I am leaving on my vacation for another 28 days during which I don’t intend to write or read blogs.
It will be sort of hibernation this time. I will just close my senses so tight, emotions bottled, dreams and wishes crushed, like a pearl hurdled in a shell.
I hope that I can survive.
So I come back to the person who tagged me.
She is kind to me as she accepted my terms on the rules. I can’t write eight facts/habits from my life with such short time. So I will do as much as I can for you and I won’t tag any, as usual.
It is a story that I came in to contact with this person.
One day I saw her in my blog with a comment. I became curious and peeped in her blog… in her pages I saw a lot of wisdom.
From there I learned that she is one of the persons who cherish humanity.
I believe that humanity is not completely lost and I believe in this quote by Mahatma Gandhi.
“You must not loose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if few drops of ocean is dirty, the whole ocean doesn’t become dirty”
For I consider humanity an asset to people in this world where the new generation lack a lot of that.
So in my life, I consider humanity as numero uno (number one) factor
So now I come back again to person who tagged me.
Her name is samrina and she is from Pakistan. I tried to find out the meaning of her name in Arabic…but in vein.
Well, she already stated in her blog that she is also called as Samira (Sameera) which in Arabic means companion. I am sure that with the humanity and wisdom and faith she has, she will be more than a companion to her partner. Let future fill up the gap.
Samrina wants me to write 8 things about my habits/facts
Read this from her post about her interests “I love to write, though initially I started writing poetries”
So we both have something in common… I love poetry so does this girl.
Some times I too write poems but I am not yet sure, if those can be called as poems.
For me... and Thomas Gray
“Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn”
I don’t really love poems by Emily Dickenson but for ‘some reason’ these lines from her… I will always remember.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Now coming back to the tag, I am sort of a teacher by my present job. You can call me an Engineer turned teacher with a PG accreditation to teach.
I am called as a trainer in Oil Fields. I teach young National Engineers what they forgot to learn in universities. I take then on a two year long rigorous ‘On job’ training in the oilfields.
My company believes that
“Good teachers are costly but bad teachers cost more”~ Bob Talbert
So they hired me.
My motto about my profession is best expressed by Khalil Gibran
“A teacher, who is indeed wise, does not bid you to enter his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind”
That is what I do.
I teach them, and in turn I learn many things from and about them.
I learn about their family, habits, weaknesses, traditions, last but not least, their love.
I am their partner in sorrows happiness’s, virtually a partner in crimes too. I know when their faces are sad and in five minutes, the reason too.
Oh No, I am going again off track.
This is my desk.
The pile of answer papers littered my table hither-wither.
My two darling miniature speakers were transferred underground, beneath my table to allow space for the files which contains the special bond papers printed in different colours.
The colours now made me puke, as I am getting exhausted with sitting and signing and verifying papers on every stage of their training, now to be sorted in individual files.
I thought I need a lovely secretary just to cheer me up every morning with a smile and a cup of tea, when I am exhausted.
They say it is not allowed…they say it is against the protocol to employ woman on that job in the field.
They say they can give me an old lady if I insist. LOL
They say it with a lewd smile on their lips.
They don’t know anything about woman and womanhood.
For them, woman should only be in the kitchen.
For them, it is better if the woman is illiterate.
For them, it is better if they don’t breathe fresh air.
For them, they are just an instrument of pleasure.
They don’t know of any other relation between a man and woman.
Oh Jesus! Where have I gone with my words and thoughts?
The matter is plain, that I needed to be out in the open… I need fresh air.
I got up from my desk, locked the door, stretched my muscles and went out on the blacony whistling an old Nat king Cole Number
The mild breeze caressed the coarse hairs on my exposed forearms and I felt pleasantly cold.
I looked beyond the walkway to the main office, towards the groomed guava trees, to the large may flower tree and stopped at the large thick greenish tree near the main security office.
I thought that the tree looked so beautiful.
What is so beautiful about that useless tree?
Listen to Martin Luther king
“God writes the Gospel not only in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars”
So you see; I love nature.
I love that tree, which for ordinary person is no beauty. It is full of those long beans, like daggers that contain its seeds.
I neither know the name of the tree or its beans but I call that the dagger beans because of its shape and it is coloured shining parrot green.
If it is pleasant colour that attracts me now, in summer it is the sizzling sound that it produces when the mild afternoon wind blows. I feel that it as music of the nature.
Again I need to say, that if you see that you may not see any beauty in it.
As Confucius once said
“ everything has beauty, but not every one sees it”
Take a look.
Don’t you see the beauty ?
Don’t you see beauty in the colour of that useless dagger beans ?
Oh ! God I am forgetting what I was planning to write.
I am still in the balcony of my office with a cold wind singing strange music
I stood watching there a moment and turned to my little chirping friends nearby.
A robin on the recess between the metallic supports and roofing sheets gave me an unpleasant look. I wondered why?
Sure it knows me well, as I feed them plenty of biscuits from my catering supply, as I don’t relish biscuits.
Another birdie now loomed up between the sheets moving beside him, speaking their language non stop.
Now I saw that he has become chirpy and displayed me his pleasure. I saw that he was really proud now sitting near her
When I came in here the first time before three years, I tried to decipher their chirping language and I think I was able to understand a bit. But now I lost it or, may be they don’t talk for me or they don’t want to me to hear.
I remember the howling sounds of the night birds when I was in my Mom’s house, lying in the large bed with her, as she showed me how to answer the call in the same way as they do. She could do the talking with any pets or animals we had.
She used to talk with them as soothingly as she talks to me and they seemed to react spontaneously.
She even taught me to talk to the brown stallion that William bought from the auctions especially for Dad.
It was a dooms day for her when it broke its hind leg during riding practice and writhed in pain until my Mom insisted on drugging him for a day.
She even went out with her maid in the middle of the night to the stable…where it was resting on slings.
I looked again at the Robins, the laughing pairs. I was listening intently but was unable to catch what they were chirping.
I pointed my thumb and the middle finger at the male Robin and said "Ahoy ! Damn you, if you don't want to chirp with me"
They were laughing and cooing, and that was music to me.
Good , that I remembered music now… as I am born with music in my ears.
If you want to understand the meaning of what I said, then you need to understand a bit of Africa.
We are a race that has music running through our veins.
We have songs and music when one is born and when one dies.
We dance at birth and death. We even have songs and dances when you need too be sad. Being a ‘kappiri (African mix) brada’… I love music.
I love music irrespective of the language, provided that it makes me close my eyes and relax…or makes me jump out of my bed and move around the room humming and moving with rhythmic steps.
I am like Buffy Sainte Maria who said that
“Music been my play mate, my lover and my crying towel”
Oh well, its time for me to go in now or else I wont finish the papers it 2 days before the trainees leave.
I forgot to tell you that I love traveling.
Every place I visit is an experience I treasure. In fact I am leaving for a voyage tomorrow. See. I am ready with what I have.
As good by is the saddest word, it is not easy for me to sing good bye…..and more over I don’t sing well.
I will let Celin Dion to do that.
Listen to her sad goodbye. That’s my good bye to you.
Friday, September 21, 2007
I can’t complain, as I am not the General Manager of the company.
I am just a trainer who does teach the new generation of National Engineers.
The trainees call me ‘Usthad’ (Sir) or Mr. Jac, and to others I am a muda-ras (teacher) or sometimes plain ‘mohandis jac’ (Engineer jac) as is the Arabic custom.
One way or other I don’t care what they call me. I teach damn well and I am proud of it. (‘Excuse my language, ahem !)
They give me a nice salary, a cabin not very moderate but with two desks, amenities, provide top class food in grade1 officers diner, 24x7 internet(slowest LAN in the whole world) free laundry, top class accommodation single( sorry, no woman allowed)
So you see, I have nothing to complain.
Give me a reason and I will.
In return I teach the new Engineers how to be self sufficient… how to run an oil facility with out problems.
Isn’t that good enough ?
Normally I am the last to leave the office and I leave my office in the late night locking the doors myself.
Yesterday too before locking all doors, I looked around to see if the AC is off, the power plugs isolated, lights in the balcony.
No smoky smell?
No body hiding anywhere?
Every thing was clear and I locked and left to my room nearby.
Now it is today.
As usual I am in the office at 5AM.
Switched on the desktop computer, spread my laptop on the side table and switched it on too. I am waiting for both the computers to load…and then I heard the sound of flutters.
I am sure that I locked the doors, so it can’t be bats.
There fluttering continued out side my cabin door. I got up and opened the door.
The thing was inside my door before I could even wink.
Beside the fluorescent lights inside my office, fluttering around was a very large butterfly!!!!
I looked with interest and with keenness, my curiosity showed in my look
It was not a normal night butterfly and it was not very colorful too, but it has lovely designs showing on its wings and I remembered that this is not the season of butterflies.
Now, after so much fluttering, I saw that it was looking for a place to rest and then, it sat on the paper punch right on top of my cup board and I could see it looking at me with its large bulged eyes and rubbing its sensors.
I wanted to tell it that I am no honey and there are no flowers here.
As if guessing my thoughts, it started fluttering again here are there with out aim and finally landed on my laptop.
Now I had a closer look. It is quite large…to be precise, as large as my palm.
But I also noticed that it has lost a small piece of its wing…probably a bird tried to attack and it escaped death.
I took the camera out of my case slowly and checked the charge. Shot a pic with its wings at full span sitting on my laptop.
As if it was waiting for the pic to be taken, it fluttered from my lap to my shoulder, and from there landed right on my palm…stayed there put; won’t go away at all. LOL
I think that it liked the moist warmness of my palm.
I realised now that if it stayed there in the AC cabin, it may loose the ability to fly easily.
I took the soft silk creature reverently outside my office.
I raised my hand and there... it was gone fluttering to freedom……
Current music: MLTR:- album Blue Night
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
like those black days, with out a reason, lips so tight
damn those days that you feel towed away,
feels the need to be alone… and you find a way
with the wind, to be blown away as you say
wouldn’t I have my say, to you; if I may?
‘nuf' of those dark days that splash, all over with gray
breaking in pieces, your tiny beads of love like clay
a hurt is mutual when hearts are spun like a string of hay
when hearts are afar, do you expect a magical ray?
that travels as fast as a witch’s wand, curing all dismay?
give your life a teeny weenie bit of colour; ‘least a day
then ask me, if you don’t, the meaning of love, if you may
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The next day, after the routine songs and rhymes they normally practice, the pretty teacher wanted to know from the kids, some innocent excitement that they witnessed around them.
When the time came to present what they'd found, the first little boy Jim, walked up to the front of the class made a small white dot on the blackboard and sat back down.
Puzzled, the teacher asked him
“Jim, what is that?”
"It's a period," said the little boy.
"Well, I can see that," she said, "but what is so exciting about a period?"
"Damned if I know," said the little boy, "but this morning my sister was missing one, Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted, and the man next door shot himself."
Friday, September 14, 2007
I had no internet for a few days due to a fibre optic cable cut on the main lines of my company server and the area was flooded, preventing access for the repair crew
Now I have a lot of pending posts and more importantly, I have a pending tag.
geets has tagged me about the smells.
In fact I would say that she has tricked me…. Let me explain.
There is a saying that goes as that, if you suspect some body planning to ask you for a loan, the best way to prevent is to ask them first, before they get any chance to ask u.
I think it is a very clever strategy.
When I did the last tag for gazza, I was supposed to tag at least 3 persons…and the first name that came to mind was geets. I wrote her name as nominee, and then just before posting it, I took a peep at what is going on with my friend dot at her blog. I saw that dot has already tagged geets.
I am “kereem “( kind hearted, generous) to all those who wants to know , so when I saw geets being tagged some where else, I felt that she shouldn’t be overburdened hence I didn’t tag her.
Now, what I assume might have happened over the other end at geets is that, she being extremely intelligent (her IIT tenure being ample proof) somehow smelt my intentions and tagged me in advance to prevent me tagging her.
She is very clever indeed!!!
Anyways…tricks or no tricks, tags are tags and I will do it with pleasure for her. (Smile from ear to ear)
Let me remember what smell comes to me first, in the order of importance!
The first one I remember is the smell of smoke…the smell of wood smoke drifting from the long lane of thatched roof African huts.
African huts…made with reeds and grass.
When I was a kid, every morning I used to walk near the huts that workers from the plantation dwell with kids running around stark naked, to inhale the pleasant smell of wood smoke. I know smelling smoke is not good.
My attraction was nothing but the pleasant aroma, that spreads from a particular dry grass used along with the wood, to get the fire going.
The times has passed I don’t get a chance to see those houses often.
Second smell on my list is of lemon…not the smell of the lemon fruit that I like, but the smell of the leaves of the lemon tree.
Ya, I like it so much!
I know, that you people are laughing at my silliness!!
For you, the smell of the lemon and the lemon leaf are same.
But I tell you something??
Next time if you happen to be near a lemon tree, just pluck a lemon leaf, crush it with your fingers and smell it…
Pronto, let me know if I am wrong.
Keep on mocking at me until then.
Next one is a smell of food item.
I like the smell of freshly steamed garry.
Garry(or Eba) is the national food of Nigeria. It is made by steaming the pre- powdered cassava roots (Tapioca)
It has a delicious smell when it is taken out from the oven…that I will never forget.
It is normally consumed with an African fish cuisine called Egussi mellow.
My mom used to make the best Egussi mellow in the whole world, so how could I forget that.
I am now coming to smell number four which is a fragrance and not a smell.
I like the smell of my perfume that I use only while I am not on duty.
I use GIO (men) from Giorgio Armani.
You started laughing when I said "while I am not on duty"???
Though it looks odd, it is true that our company does not encourage the use perfumes during duty, due to purely safety reasons.
That brings in more cynical look from you ???
It is also true, as Africa is the place of wild bees. There is every chance that you will be followed and attached mercilessly by bees, if they are in a bad mood, and they can pick up scents and follow you easily.
Smell number five has two claimers.
I like the smell of flowers of Jasmine and Paala (Alstonia Schlolaris) Both are flowers but one is from flower garden and another is the flower of a wild tree called as Paala in which the yakshi (the beautiful disguised witch) dwells as per geets.
Paala is a tropical plant also known as white cheesewood or blackboard tree, is considered medicinal. Ancient times in Africa, the bitter bark of the tree was used for treating Malaria as a substitute for quinine.
The Paala flower blooms only at midnight and spreads an exotic smell, that is said to attract males to the tree (not me, but geets says so)
Geets knows better about it, as she nurtures one of that (or a look like) at her apartment.
I hope that geets feels happier with me for taking up this tag for her.
Current music:- Freestyler-Bomfunk MC
Monday, September 10, 2007
Words are now do’s and don’ts lurking one’s life
every day turns a countdown marked with knife
when an oasis turns a desert, marring none to survive
I lie cuddled in sand, stone-like, resisting life to revive
staring at sun, a soul made ready, shedding all reserve
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I was tagged by my good friend gazza .
The first thing you have to do is post the rules. So, here they are:
1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
I have decided to make the exception of tagging any. Anybody who is willing can take this up.
My middle name is jac. Ha! Ha! See, it is so convenient too !!!
Now the first letter of my name is J… and what I first remember as usual is my own name.
Now what am I going to write about my name ????
Let’s say that it is not only my name and that I have got something that comes to my mind from my childhood…a fall that should have killed me.
Here is the story of Jackfruit which start from the letter J
During the times on vacation I spent with my late valiammachy (my grandma) in a remote corner of Kerala, I was deprived of going alone anywhere with out her escorting me as she believed that I am a ‘kappiri themmadi chekkan( naughty African imp), bold enough to look and scare even lions, back at my home country.
Well, I didn’t tell her that I am also afraid of lions if a lion happen to look straight at me.
One day she showed me some very large green and fat thing hanging from a tree in her farm and told me that it is a fruit, and is one of sweetest fruits on earth. She told me that it is called chakka.
That was the biggest fruit I have ever seen.
I demanded to have it tasted immediatly and she refused saying that I have to wait a day or two to allow the tree to be dry, so that the coconut-plucker staying nearby can climb on it to fetch one of those sweet things for me to taste.
I am a spoiled brat and I was not happy with that attitude. I am an Aries kid.
I will get what I wanted by hook or crook.
While she was busy with servants in kitchen I was out looking over the tree with the numerous fruits on it.
I found her fears baseless, as the tree bark looked pretty dry and I decided to make a go for the tree, thinking that I will surprise my valiammachy with my African climbing skill.
I was on the first branch with a number of fruits hanging down, that I realized that I didn't think of a knife, to cut of the fruit from the tree as the fruit was firmly attached by a strong spine with the bark. I hesitated a moment, thinking if I should call out my valiammachy for help. But my pride won’t budge.
This little brave jac from Africa, firmly holding on to a branch with one hand, tried to snatch off the heavy fruit with the other hand.
I succeeded in sheering off the fruit but I was totally unaware of the weight of that damn thing and I lost my hold on the branch… off I go with the chakka, landing on my back, that took my breath away for a moment.
I was stunned till I heard my valiammachy’s voice almost pleading and crying “ente mone, ente ponnu mone” (my son! my dear son).
I was afraid to face her, but I got up very slowly making sure that my limps are ok, and managed a smile at my valiammachy.
Seeing my smile, I saw her facial muscles transforming from fear to anger.
She moved so fast for her age and caught both my hands in one hold with her ebony fingers and shouted “nintte appan enne kollum ariyamoda kappiri” ? (That time I didn’t know the meaning but it meant “you African imp, don’t you know that your dad will kill me ?)
I thought she was going to hit me and I closed my eyes... instead I felt her warm kisses on both my cheeks and tears were rolling non stop from her eyes.
My valiammachy later said that she heard only one heavy sound, not two… meaning that chakka might have fallen on me. LOL
So there my story ends !!!
The jackfruit is a huge, spined oval fruit that is believed to have been first cultivated in Indian rainforests.
I think that it is not true because there is mention of jackfruits described in minute detail from travelers of ancient times who passed through Zanzibar, Africa.
Any ways, it is largely grown in tropical or close to tropical climates. It still is found in many parts of India, as well as in most of Southeast Asia. In the Americas, the jackfruit is largely grown in Brazil. The northern parts of the US and all of Canada are generally too cold for young jackfruit trees.
The second letter on the list is A and I am relating it to some thing beautiful.
What about beautiful eyes?
But there again, the word ‘Eye’ doesn’t start with letter A. What about Almonds? It starts with letter A but it doesn't have any relation with eyes.
But perfect almond shaped eyes that I have seen was from a place called Hilla in Iraq.
There you can tell if a woman is from Hilla, by just looking at her eyes. The female species from Hilla are graced with Almond shaped eyes.
Don’t mistake me please !
I know that all of you may have even more beautiful eyes than them, but I haven’t seen any of you !!!! Almonds are not strange to any of you.
Almonds are normally a favorite Mediterranean specialty.
But they are grown in many countries like Spain, Greece, Italy and Afghanistan Iran and even in California in the United States. But the most sought after almonds are considered to be from Iran.
Almonds are nutritionally dense – a quality emphasized in the government’s Dietary Guidelines. Independent analyses show that almonds are the most nutritionally dense nut, whether compared calorie per calorie or ounce per ounce. The Dietary Guidelines for Americans 2005 encourage Americans to choose nutritionally dense foods – that is, to get the most nutrition possible out of the calories you eat. A one-ounce, 160-calorie serving of almonds, or about a handful, is an excellent source of vitamin E and magnesium, and a good source of fiber. It also offers heart-healthy monounsaturated fat, protein, potassium, calcium, phosphorous and iron.
Eating a daily handful of almonds a day may lower LDL, or “bad” cholesterol. In a clinical trial published in the American Heart Association’s journal Circulation, men and women who ate one daily ounce of almonds for a month lowered their LDL cholesterol by 4.4 percent. Those who ate two daily ounces of almonds lowered their LDL cholesterol even more – by 9.4 percent – and maintained their weight.
Eating almonds may help maintain or even lose weight. A 2003 study in the International Journal of Obesity found that adding a daily ration of almonds to a low-calorie diet enhanced weight loss, as well as significantly improved risk factors associated with heart disease, when compared to a low-fat, low-calorie diet. Researchers cited almonds’ heart-healthy monounsaturated fat as being very satiating, helping satisfy the appetite and prevent patients from overeating.
The last letter in the lot is C.
Here is the word Crystal.
I have a collection of crystals I cherish.
I like crystals because of its beauty of transparency and shining. I get a clean feeling when I look at a crystal
In chemistry a crystal is a solid made of atoms, molecules, or ions are packed in a regularly ordered, repeating pattern extending in all three spatial dimensions.
The word crystal originates from the Greek word "Krystallos" meaning clear ice, as it was thought to be an especially solid form of water. The word once referred particularly to quartz, or "rock crystal".
This pic was beyond my imagination !!
Here is a pic and its narration of something sensational that is difficult to believe.
This is the crystal cave of giants found in the Naica Mine, Chihuahua, Mexico. Those are Selenite crystals (gypsum) and are the largest crystals ever discovered.
They were 1000 feet down in a limestone host rock where they are mining for lead, zinc and silver.
These crystals were formed by hydrothermal fluids emanating from the magma chambers below. The miners had to drill through the Naica fault, that they were worried would flood the mine… and this is what they discovered.
Current music : Angel by Shaggy.
Monday, September 03, 2007
While landing in Khartoum airport, as usual, I looked out through the window to see the joining point of the both the Nile rivers at Omdurman…the white and blue Nile.
I couldn’t locate it as usual as I couldn’t find the rivers at all.
I could see a vast lake with no way to know which is what?
Instantly I remembered the previous days TV news coverage of floods in Sudan.
But it was not me who made the floods and cyclones.
After landing, on the way to Hotel Meridian, picked up by my company driver, I saw an accident where two peoples died in front of me, before the Ambulance arrived.
Both were speeding in the opposite directions for every one to see.
I am not responsible for that.
I had to take a ‘Fokker’ flight to the field where I was working, in the wee hours of the morning.
In the air, I looked down and I could see the roads broken in many places suspending all road traffic.
I am not the one who did all those damage.
Some of the trainees were sick because of Malaria. With the rains and floods comes Malaria like a robber.
I am not the one who spread Malaria.
Then why me ? Why was that scary fella targeting me? Of all the people, why me?
Says everybody that I am good…then why was it gunning at me?
just me !
Listen to this!!!
It was the second day of my arrival.
I had my shower after my work in cold, hot and cold again, James bond style.
Out of the room in a casual slip-on foot wear to ease of heaviness that lingers with my legs, due to the usage of the heavy mandatory safety boots.
I was at ease and stood a second on the platform looking at the deepening dusk and started descending the steps to the ground and then I stood still uneasily, as my sixth sense gave me an alarm. I had the very well known African feeling of someone or something watching me.
Slightly crouched, I looked around cautiously squinting my eyes, looking through the building shadows for a jackal or wolf.
I couldn’t see any moment and nothing moved around me. But I think I saw some moment on the ground a bit far away but I couldn’t see that again while I looked closely.
I eased my body and moved my legs just one step and I saw that creepy one looking at me …a tiny crab, a normal, harmless land crab. Probably out from its hole for his pray.
I took the next step and there it was, as fast as a snake on to my exposed skin of my right foot, in between the leather straps
Ouch!! That sharp pain was like an electric drill, while it enjoyed making me cry out with its scissor snipers clamping my skin.
As I bend to inspect my leg with my hand, it ran a few feet and started watching me with his bulged eyes. I took out my hankie from my pocket and caught it fast and took it to the cemented lighted platform of my residence block. My leg was bleeding slightly, which I washed and applied some Mercurochrome. But the bitten part was dark purple.
I put my friend down to see what else it has in store for me. As soon as I removed the hankie, it stood glaring at me in its attacking position with the two scissor arms extended and ready for another crimping.
It stood still, while I took this picture with the flash. The flash might have scared the fella, as the poor thing dashed behind the wooden frame of the building.
I let it go.
I did nothing against it or anybody, but why was it just waiting me ?
Now I ask you why it is me.
Did I make the floods that made it to come out of his hole?
Did some one pay it to crimp me?
Am I responsible for its miseries too?
Current music : Lucille-Kenny Rogers.