November is where the death gods start to claim the lives of the grandfathers and grandmothers. As they say, (In Singapore Airline tone)

"Its a great day to die."

My condolences to those whose grandparents die in this month. Though death is inevitable, the pain of a loved one's death is hard to bear.

I really hate the feeling of gloves over my hands. Feels damn unnatural. I rather got rashes or get pricked by plants then to wear stupid gloves.

Maybe I'll get a MP3. I really, really need music.

Hairstylist, anyone? I need a gel master!!!

Scarification is like body tattoo but with a scalpel. The scalpel cuts through the skin and to the flesh, and when it is done a pattern comes out. The fresh wound will heal, and once it is heal, it looks like a pop up scar that is really damn cool. The thing is, all is done without pain killers. All the pain and delication is what is really important in this. You feel like you have accomplished something, become someone greater.

And tongue splitting. Ouch. Tongues heal when they are split though. So what happens when you don't get the tongue you want?

You cut. Again. Meaning, no liquid food for 1 week, swollen tongue and profuse bleeding for 20 mins.

But of course, I will never scar myself, cause it is delibrately causing harm to oneself, and that is prohibited. Bleeding is so prohibited. But of course,

Project Runway is so damn cool. Designing clothes for other designers mother? Smashing.

Saddam Hussein, previous dictator of Iraq, is finally sentenced to death (to noones surprise). The thing is, he has his own country, and if we barge in and kill him, isn't it like we going to some country and killing its leaders in the name of justice, isn't it a bit wrong there? Yes, he's despotic and murderous and a dictator, but he is, after all, the leader prime minister of the country. The only way he can and should be toppled is by his own people and only by his own people.