Vertigo

I stared at the ground, and then at the man, and back at the ground again.

- "Whoa! You're really going to jump?"
- "Yes!" he replied, with a wide smile.
- "Money problems?" I inquired.
- "No"
- "Wife? Children? Work?"
- "No, No, No!"

I paused for a moment and started to think about the various reasons why somebody would ever decide to terminate his life. I was half-scared he would jump before admitting the reason - leaving me with an unsolved mystery.

- "I know. You've got a fatal disease, and you're planning to kill yourself before the disease takes you!" I said triumphantly.
- "No, I'm in excellent health."

It was weird. The man looked happy. Maybe he was on drugs.

- "You're not on ecstasy, are you?"
- "Nope."
- "Then why do you want to kill yourself?"
- "Because I'm at the peak of happiness!"
- "What?"
- "Because I am so happy that I don't want to go back and face sadness ever again."

It was not so stupid after all. I bid him a very merry goodbye, and took the road opposite to where he should have fallen. Somehow, a happy corpse sounded creepy to me.

Where's My Future?

Iraq is being rocked by the sound of devastating bombs. Iranians are fighting for their right for nuclear power. North Koreans are starving to death while fake US$100 bills are being manufactured there. And I'm doing just fine.

The beach has never been so inviting. It has witnessed the last three years of my life, and it has accepted all my bitter tears and happy moments without ever complaining. You might not believe me, but I have befriended fabulous people from a wide spectrum of social backgrounds and ethnic cultures. And I don't regret a thing.

I also changed. I know that I have useful talents to offer this world. I know that I can produce good, professional code. I do understand technology (not as much as some people do though) pretty well, and I can get my way around most problems related to the virtual world. However, is that what I really want to do in life? That's what I really like, and not what I really want.

I want to earn enough money to buy myself a huge house someday. I want to be financially independent - and I will do it. One day, I'll be rich. I know it.

For the moment, I'll light a cheap cigarette before posting this.

Aveisha

And the award for the most fucked up writing style goes to... *drum rolls* SUNFLOWER AVEISH!

Yeah, that's my friend Aveisha. She's far from the cute innocent little girl you might imagine she is. Read her blog.
Also, don't forget to check out what she wrote about me

The One And Only Kaleal

Meet Kaleal - one of my buddies living in Flic-En-Flac. I think I've written enough about her lately, so well, now you know who it is :) I probably should upload a pic of myself sometime soon though. Hmmm... Maybe after my hair grows back.