Monday, January 30, 2006
a tinge of disappointment
he had been waiting for this day. it was arranged some time ago and he was looking forward to it. mental preparations had been made and he had psyched himself up for it. it is not the first time. but it is gonna create a greater impact than the previous times.
he recallled how big an issue it had become the last time it happened. he was on the news, radios, magazines and literally everywhere in the world. he even appearead in some toys and t-shirts. this time, it must create a bigger bang than that.
they had arranged for it to come in 2 days' time. adrenalin was rushing thru his veins and he couldnt sleep at all as the date draws near. the collapse of the buildings, the scurrying pple, the dying cries, the cloud of dust that resembles the atomic bomb of the World War etc. it may seem sadistic to others, but to him, he is doing it for the greater good.
he got out of his bed each day thinking abt the day thats gonna come. its gonna come soon, hopefully. hopefully it would not be foiled again like many of those that happened before. contrary to popular belief, he is not the mastermind of all the operations. he is a mere scapegoat. he awaits instructions obediently and patiently while his thirst for blood and battle hunger is about to drive him crazy.
Now its drawing closer. Even closer than before. Just 1 more day.
'Osama?'
'Yes?'
'An instruction had been passed down. The operations scheduled for tommorrow had been postponed.'
He was dumbfounded. He sort of expected it though. It had happened before and so he should expect it to happen again. He had worried for nothing. The adrenalin were wasted for nothing. The sleepless nights were totally uncalled for again. At least it is just postponed. Another date would be given and it can still be executed. Well, he just hopes that it is not cancellled.
He walked into his prayer room, sat down and meditated.
he recallled how big an issue it had become the last time it happened. he was on the news, radios, magazines and literally everywhere in the world. he even appearead in some toys and t-shirts. this time, it must create a bigger bang than that.
they had arranged for it to come in 2 days' time. adrenalin was rushing thru his veins and he couldnt sleep at all as the date draws near. the collapse of the buildings, the scurrying pple, the dying cries, the cloud of dust that resembles the atomic bomb of the World War etc. it may seem sadistic to others, but to him, he is doing it for the greater good.
he got out of his bed each day thinking abt the day thats gonna come. its gonna come soon, hopefully. hopefully it would not be foiled again like many of those that happened before. contrary to popular belief, he is not the mastermind of all the operations. he is a mere scapegoat. he awaits instructions obediently and patiently while his thirst for blood and battle hunger is about to drive him crazy.
Now its drawing closer. Even closer than before. Just 1 more day.
'Osama?'
'Yes?'
'An instruction had been passed down. The operations scheduled for tommorrow had been postponed.'
He was dumbfounded. He sort of expected it though. It had happened before and so he should expect it to happen again. He had worried for nothing. The adrenalin were wasted for nothing. The sleepless nights were totally uncalled for again. At least it is just postponed. Another date would be given and it can still be executed. Well, he just hopes that it is not cancellled.
He walked into his prayer room, sat down and meditated.
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