Ten Ten Tengggg...

Allow me to be pretentious about attempting to pretentiously blog about world affairs; but actually, only a thinly veiled entry about me, me, me. 

Eh, cam biasa la kan? Heh heh. 

Anyway, yesterday as the entire world knows it, was the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 massacre. 

Currently, I am at a place where I have access to some other news channel and was much entertained by the coverage by Russia Today network. Never a fan of the International Police of America, they had a segment where they interviewed the Afghans about 9/11. 

Apparently, as many as 90% of Afghans do not know, much less care by 9/11. They interviewed first these two young kids, who said they're only farmers, so, sorry, we dont know no nine elev-whaa? They interviewed a few elderly men and showed that building and one commented, how can Afghanistan attack US if they cant even afford a donkey? 

How indeed, Mr. Bush jr, how indeed.

Anyway, my recollection of 9/11 was of me frantically trying to reach an ex who was residing and working in DC and apparently nearby the bombed area. We finally spoke, after hours and hours of trying to call him. He was fine, he said, but please pray for him. I bawled after I put down the telephone, fretting with worry.

Tis the sweetheart who made my friends in Singapore take the flight up to KL and then made them read this very smarmy email on how he loves, cherish and wants me to be his future wife, when I was in coma. Who called his mom, crying, on hearing of my condition. 

Who, despite all the promises to, to his mom, to *my* mom, develop another relationship behind my back, not many months after that. Who told me, that she was The One, because she is physically more attractive and "dengar kata". She's not and I was too, dammit! 

Inretrospect, I shudda prayed for the bomb to drop on his head instead. Pundek betul.