200 and All I Got Is A Zombie

This is the 200th post on my blog and I have absolutely nothing to blog about. So, I'll just post another video. A fair request? I thought so too. So here's one of my favorites. Zombie by The Cranberries. Enjoy.

The Day That Changed History

It was on this date, sixty three years ago, that the actions of over 120 000 brave young men led by General Dwight D Eisenhower, Supreme Commander of the Allied Expeditionary Force, changed the course of our world. It changed not only the outcome of one of the bloodiest wars in history, but it also changed the fate of the entire free world.
Operation Overlord as they called it was and still remains as the single most audacious of amphibious landings / military operation ever to be performed anywhere on the face of this planet.
The year was 1944. The fate of the free world hung precariously on the edge of a cliff as the armies of Adolf Hitler and Benito Mussolini held an iron grip over much of Europe. The armies of Emperor Hirohito were performing atrocities over much of the Asia Pacific region. In the concentration camps in Europe, in the jungle infested battlefields of Asia, thousands of innocent lives were being mercilessly massacred everyday. In the high seas, world economic trade was being impeded by Hitlers hungry Wolf Packs led by Admiral Karl Donitz. Day by day these U-Boats sent tonnes of shipping o the bottom of the ocean. Something had to be done before conditions got worse.
Then after months of arduous planning, Operation Overlord was called into action. The plan was for 120 000 allied soldiers to perform an amphibious landing on the beaches of Normandy and storm Hitler's Atlantic wall. The beaches that the forces were to be landed at were codenamed Omaha, Utah, Gold, Juno and Sword. The American troops were to land at Omaha and Utah. The British and Canadian forces were to land at beaches Gold, Juno and Sword.
Before the day of the actual landing,the 5th of June 1944, paratrooper squadrons were dispatched to get behind enemy lines and disrupt as much as they could, the German supplies. They were also instructed to capture key bridges to keep German armor and reinforcements from reaching the beachheads on the day of the invasion. This operation, though a mess was a success. Thousands of paratroopers were displaced and lost. Some even ended up miles from their actual landing positions. But nevertheless, these brave souls did their job valiantly.
Then on the morning of June the 6th 1944, the invasion, albeit rough weather, took place. 120 000 Allied soldiers stormed Hitler's Atlantic wall. In the attack, the heaviest casualties were suffered by the American forces on beaches Omaha and Utah. The reason for such a debacle was that the DD tanks had sunk under the English Channel. Therefore leaving the men on those beaches with virtually no armored support at all. This left the men vulnerable to German MG-42s, sniper fire and also attack from heavy gun installations. But despite these adversities these men managed to secure both the beach heads. Alexander the Great once said. The coward tastes death many times before his death. But the valiant only tastes death once. The British and Canadian forces on the other hand faced relatively little opposition at their respective beach heads.
The rest as they said, was history. The freedom that you and I enjoy would not have been possible hadn't these soldiers did what they did 63 years ago. Therefore we should all take a moment to appreciate and think about those who died for us, the heroes who died just so that we can all be free. I know that I am grateful to every single on one of those men an women who selflessly fought for freedom in World War 2.

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Buzz Aldrin Talks About UFO during Apollo 11.

Don't we all love conspiracies? Especially when it involves NASA and a bunch of Aliens

Loch Ness

Did we finally find Nessie? I'm not too sure about that. But, I sure do hope that this video is authentic and that black thing you see swimming really is Nessie.

Writers Block

Having a writers block is not a very amusing thing to be going through. Like a naval blockade, it blocks my thoughts from flowing smoothly through a certain part of the ocean. And as a result of that, I have managed to churn out many z-grade works.Just look at my previous post. Although the idea behind it was about something in partticular which has been bugging me for quite some time now, and felt so strongly about. I managed to screw the entire thing up. There are so many things which I would like to write about. I would like to write about why Proton lost 591 million bucks. I would like to write about why 50 years of independence was and still is the worst thing ever to happpen to Malaysia. I would like to talk about life and world events in general and I would also like to talk about so many things. But instead of writing them down in a nice way, I seem to screw everything up. I even wanted to write a letter to the Star and New Straits Times to highlight that what Proton needs is more attitude rather than a perfect foreign investment partner, but I just couldn't seem to get the ball rolling.
Perhaps, to cure this problem, I should take a break from writing or blogging for a while and see what happens. Blogging continuously for quite a period of time has certainly induced me into producing works of very low quality. They say that a person is judged by their actions rather than their words. But when it comes to writing, by the content of their words. Therefore, works of low quality only serve to incriminate rather than uphold the writers creative intelligence.

Hidden Behind A Wall Of Me

Walking down the empty streets one cold night, after a long day of interpreting numbers, bag hanging over my shoulders, I cannot help but to take notice of my surroundings. The streets are empty, save for a a few passing cars that whiz by in a rush. The sound of their motion temporarily drowning out the silence of the streets. The wind, gently blowing past me. Oblivious to the frenzy rush of thoughts going through my mind. The light bulbs on the light posts line the streets in a single file. Some shining their dim light. Barely removing the darkness from the streets. Some flicker. Giving me a sense of insecurity and fear. My mind begins to wonder as to what may lay beyond the next corner. My mind starts to play tricks on me. Gory images of being mugged and being chased by the devil interrupt my trail of thought. But at the same time, the emptiness of the surroundings gives me a sense of peace. It gives me a sense of belonging.
As I continue to walk down these silent streets, I suddenly hear the sound of rustling leaves and cracking twigs. I stop dead in my tracks with the feeling of fear making my heart skip a few beats. "Who on earth could be walking these streets at such an unearthly hour?" I turn around and try to look for the sound. Somehow, I can't seem to find it. After some searching, I decide to continue walking. Shrugging it off as a vermin rummaging through the rubbish bins. My mind back to doing what it likes most. Thinking. Suddenly, I hear the sound again. This time it is louder. I ignore it and continue walking. My eyes silently looking over my shoulders. I can never be too sure. But the more I ignore it, the more vivid the sound becomes. This time I stop and look around. "Who's there?" I ask. "Who's there?" "Hahahah...giggle giggle..hahaha" I hear sounds of laughter filling the air. I start to imagine the worst. It was like a scene from Nightmare On Elm's Street. All it lacked was a Freddy Kruger. My eyes wide with fear, scanning the surrounding area, looking for the source of the sound. Then, as I look around, I see it. There it was, behind the bushes. Two entities wrestling while making passionate sounds. "What on earth could those two things be?" I started to wonder. As much as I was frightened, I was filled with curiosity. Therefore, I decided to find out what exactly were those things. As I inched closer, the sounds became even more vivid. I could hear them breathing. Their forms becoming more obvious. There they were banging each other senseless behind those bushes , all the while not realising my presence in which I was only feet away from them. But instead of staking my claim, all I did was to walk away, deciding that an open confrontation would only bring about a greater disaster. I have come to terms with it.

Walking through a mall, my surroundings are filled with vibrant colors and deafened by the voices of the many people that shop in its premises. Parents taking time off to spend some quality time with their kids. Couples holding hands with their partners. Displaying their affection for each other without a hint of concern for what anybody else thought. The salespeople attending to curious customers. Young children running around in while their parents shop. But all these vibrant sights and sounds are drowned out by the fantasies that are brewing in my mind. The fantasies that I have kept for far too long in my mind. Al these times, I only wished for one thing and one thing only. I wished for......But as always, it never happens.

The next day, while walkind down the same path, I saw a ghost from my past. Something I never expected. Like an old Aston, it never lost its appeal. But like a pauper, I could only have a glimpse. I had not the arsenal to penetrate it.

Home

The very song that got me back to being obsessed with heavily distorted guitars.