Crack.

My blogskin does not suit my new monitor. But that is i guess the least of my concerns right now. After what could have been a century using a computer that automatically transports us back to the days where 'talkies' are a new thing, a computer who could lag on firefox alone and isn't able to function when its run together with Live messenger.

Took half a day off today after being unable to sleep the whole of last night due to a blocked nasal passage. A little hard to sleep when everytime you close your mouth, you get suffocated.

Have you ever been to a circus? Not one of those 'animal-friendly' ones which do not have animal animals with them, but those circuses of old. Those with elephants, monkeys, dogs and lions, showing a bitter reflection of the audience infront of them. I'm sure we all did. Somewhen during our childhood, we must have been to one and immersed in the cruel beauty of a circus, of frowning clowns and unsafe safety nets, but perhaps we've traded the memories for an enchanted flower or some other magic. But try, to recall the lion.

"And we present.. The King of all beasts.... THE L--LL-- LION!!", the ringmaster would say. And all of the audience will straighten up, and peer into the backstage abyss, hoping to be the first to catch a glimpse of the most majestic of beasts. Perhaps by then we have already known, or at least the adults should have, that the beast that came out was not a lion. Not really. For from the darkness comes a sad, dark, lumbering beast, chained, and with spotlights flashed on those nocturnal eyes. "CRACK" goes the whip, and the beast gives out a loud, yet unwilling roar, magnified by the microphone and speakers a hundred times, scaring even the beast itself. And the crowd gives its enthusiastic applause. "CRACK" goes the whip again, and the lion runs around the compound."CRACK" and it jumps onto its stool. "CRACK". standing on hind paws. "CRACK" jumps through the fire hoop. "Wooah.." goes the crowd, with unstopping applause. And you think, what makes that lion do all this, His claws and teeth are more than a match for the whip. Merely its huge weight and strength would have crushed the trainer into oblivion. Yet why do the great beast submit, without even a groan during the show. It is no performer, everyone can see that, yet it still follow every command, every trick in the show faithfully.

Yet I couldn't belittle or look down on its cowardly acts, for ain't I doing the same thing. "Beep" and you run. "Beep" and you jump. "Beep" and you do the obstacles at your fastest time. "Crack" "Beep""CRACK""Beep""Crack"....