Hostage and Mockingjay

So today in my BUSORGA class we talked about the hostage taking tragedy last Monday.

Eight Hong Kong tourists died. The hostage taker died.

So my analysis?

We have a stupid negotiator, a stupid media and a stupid SWAT team. Hell, let's throw in the stupid people who makes light of the incident.

Apparently there are civilians and POLICE OFFICERS that are taking pictures of the hostage bus and are SMILING.

What kind of fucked up shit is that?!

Do they not know that eight people died there?

I wonder how they would like it if they were killed and some people took smiling pictures as if their deaths were nothing important?

THEY ARE STUPID!!!

And I mean that in the most, absolute most, degrading way.

Those people should be shot, let's see how they like it.

And also the negotiating of the hostage taking.

Why couldn't they just have told Medoza that he could have his bloody job and severance pay? It's not like they actually have to GIVE it to him. No one's going to get annoyed if they lie.

This is why I don't believe in "Not Lying".

Honesty's the best policy my ass.

Also our SWAT is like idiotic cowards. THEY were the ones with the resources, THEY were the ones outside but THEY were still going about like scared little idiots.

THESE are the people that's supposed to PROTECT us. THESE are the people who are supposed to SAVE us when things go wrong.

I CANNOT EVER trust them with my life. THEY ARE INCOMPETENT.

I don't know who I'm more frustrated with: the SWAT or the Hostage taker.

I'm going with the former.

Add to a stupid SWAT, we have a stupid media.

Yup, at any cost they should have a sensational coverage.

Sure tell the WHOLE WORLD, even the hostage taker the police's actions and position.

It like giving the guy cheat sheets.

Ugh.

I was born into the wrong nation.

Tch.
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Next is that I've read the first four chapters of Mockingjay at school and I just had to stop because I was too emotional. I wanted to cry when Katniss was imagining Peeta was being totured at the Capitol.

So yea.

But Peeta's alive so I was so happy I almost squealed.

By that time I decided to stop reading in public.

But I couldn't wait so I skipped to the end.

KATNISS ENDS UP WITH PEETA!!!

Oh yes, she does. Collins, I love you!

I'm so, so happy because I support Peeta all the way.

Peeta is what, I think, Katniss needs.

I shall continue reading later.

And now to do my homeworks.

Wednesday!

Yes it is Wednesday! The middle day of weekdays!

I say weekdays because Thursday is the middle day of the week. Yes, I counted.

So Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins is out! I'm having Myrna buy it because I woke up late and I'm doing this blog post and I still have class at 1pm.

No, I cannot wait until I get home to buy it. I'm going to bring it with me to school so I can read it right after class.

I seriously have to know what happens to Peeta...and Katniss and everyone else...yea, but mostly Peeta.

So yesterday night I was running around the my room because I tend to do that when I think when I stumbled and hit my knee on my bed frame.

It is an EVIL bed frame.

If only I can convince mum that it is an evil bed frame then maybe I can get rid of it.

That bloody bed frame has been a source of many, many bruises and wounds. So many that it's not even funny anymore.

But of course mum says I should just be less clumsy.  It's not fair y'know. Why do I always have to be the one to change? It a freaking inanimate object?! And I'm the one who has to change? Grrr...

Yea. So my knee hurts and I have this cut(granted it is only half an inch but it still hurts!) and every time I move my leg, like for walking or just extending it, it feels like a hammer is hitting my knee cap while I have arthritis. It's not fun.

So yea. And the cut is surrounded by this black-blueish bruise. It's not pretty.

I hate you bed frame. I hate you.

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Anyways, I had a weird, cool funny dream last night or this morning. I don't know. Dream time is kind of fuzzy.

So anyways, I dreamed that Chii was over at The Condo and we were playing Crash Bandicoot on my PS2 while we were waiting for the others to come over. It reminded me of the time I slept over at Chii's house and we played CB on her PS2.

Right so, all of a sudden, while Chii and I were in the middle of a race, there was an earthquake. The Condo swayed and I thought that the building was pretty flexible. Apparently being in a dream, little things like dying did not scared me.

After the building stopped swaying, Chii put on the news and there was this newswoman who was saying that there was a big explosion thingy in a secret lab. It's not really a secret anymore now that it's on the news. The shockwaves of the explosion caused the earthquake like event and the city is being overrun by mutated people from the lab.

Oh yes, genetically altered zombies!

Zombies were making meals out of people and there was chaos spreading around Manila.

It would have been so cool had I not realized that I could be eaten as well.

So Chii and I armed ourselves with a stale french bread(why do I even have stale bread?) and the stand of an electricfan(I dismantled it).

I learned in my dream that stale french bread was quite hard. Either that or zombies are pretty soft.

And that I was right about Myrna being eaten because she was such a slow mover. Serves her right.

I managed to get a gun(it was less heavy in my dream) and I went of on a shooting spree. I was very trigger happy.

Chii was hacking away, though she was pretty hesitant at first. Thank goodness one of the zombies wanted to bite her otherwise she would have tried not to kill the zombies.

So we managed to get to the Manila boundaries in a pick-up truck. I drove! Chii told me never to drive again. I told her it was hard to drive with zombies trying to kill you and that I was a very good driver and I got us to the boundaries alive. She told me never to drive again.

So Manila was quarantined. For once the government moved fast and closed off the place. With this being a dream the big Plexiglas dome was not hard to believe.

They gassed the place and did stuff to it...

And I woke up.

Yea, I hate it too when I don't get to finish my dreams.

This dream was pro'lly brought on by the fact that I was playing "Zombies Took My Daughter" on armorgames before bed. So yea.

Toodles then! I need to go to school now!