Hey

It's me again.. well who else do you expect anyway?
It's another day in the office where I do fuck all.. can't complain to be honest, but if you do nothing for 3 weeks you start to get itchy. Especially when you want to get things out of your mind.

I've come to the point to where I asked for a job. But to my surprise, there aren't any. You could say that I'm lucky and just appreciate it. Well, I am. But I got this eerie thoughts that they didn't give me any job because they don't want to make me a permanent employee (my contract ends in middle of next month)..

Well hold that thought..

I think I should shuddup now..

currently playing: Travis - Flower in the Window

What's good on the eye..

Roy Keane have played for United for almost a decade. During that time, he won 10 major trophies for us, including a Champions League cup. He led the team during most of his time too as the captain. One would think that he at least have been nominated UEFA or FIFA for their player of the year during that time. But amazingly, Keane had never won any of those awards.

Keane style was never easy on the eye. He never have the skill of Zidane, he never had the passing range of Beckham, and you wont find him dribbling 4-5 players to score a goal. But without him, United wouldn't be where they are right now, there'll be no treble or three Premiership title in a row.

Keane had one of the best physique in football. You could guarantee him to cover every single grass on the pitch. You could find him break the opponent's attack in near his penalty box one moment, and he'll be in the other end of the pitch to score a goal seconds later. He based his game on destroying the other team attack, and build his own team attack from there. As captain, he had immensse presence on the pitch. It's not something you could see with plain eyes, but you had to feel it. Some people have that aura, where by just being there, they could affect the people around him. That's what Keane has, and by that he lead Manchester United to one of their finest era.

Like I said, it's not easy in the eyes, it's not easy to spot either. One would appreciate a goal more rather than the tackle that enable the team to gain possesion which lead to the goal. One would appreciate a defence splitting pass rather than short passes that enable the team to keep posession. Which is the point I try to make. Why is it it much easier to appreciate something that looked good rather to appreciate of what's really important?. Keane contribution that season was far greater than Beckham or Rivaldo yet it was they who are being nominated as FIFA player of the year. His performance against Juventus, where he dragged United from 2-0 down to won 3-2 worth the award alone. Beckham did similar things that against Macedonia and hailed as the saviour of British football. England didn't even won that game, they drew. Like fuck he is. If he looked like a bald gnome and didn't marry a popstar, no one would even notice him.

And it just doesn't happened in football. It happens on almost every aspect of life. Surely you see the preference for the handsomes and beautifuls all the time? Sad, but that's the way it is.

When's a murder become a suicide?

An Interesting Forensic Science Case At the 1994 annual awards dinner
given for Forensic Science.
AAFS President Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death.

Here is the story:
On March 23, 1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus
and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus
had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit
suicide.

He left a note to the effect indicating his despondency As he fell
past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast
passing through a window, which killed him instantly.
Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had
been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some
building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to
complete his suicide the way he had planned.
"Ordinarily," Dr Mills continued, "Someone who sets out to commit
suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not
be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide."
That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably
would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.

The room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was
occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously
and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that
when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the
pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus.
When one intends to kill subject "A" but kills subject "B" in the
attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject "B."
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were
both adamant and both said that they thought the shotgun was not
loaded.

The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife
with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her.
Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that
is, assuming the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old
couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal
accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial
support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the
shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his
father would shoot his mother. Since the loader of the gun was aware
of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn't actually
pull the trigger.

The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.

Now comes the exquisite twist.
Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus.
He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt
to engineer his mother's murder.This led him to jump off the
ten-story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself.
So the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.

A true story from Associated Press, (Reported by Kurt Westervelt)

Spring

When I was in UK, it's my favorite time of the year. Flowers blossom, green coming back to the trees and the grass. No more white sucky snow. It's May, It's spring, and it's beautiful.

It's really you only regret things when you no longer have them..

cheers..