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    August 12

    Maybe by The Ink Spots

    Maybe
    You'll think of me,
    When you are all alone.


    Maybe the one who is waiting for you,
    Will prove untrue, then what will you do?

    Maybe
    You'll sit and sigh,
    Wishing that I were near.

    Then maybe you'll ask me to come back again
    And maybe I'll say, "Maybe.."

     

    Written by Allan Flynn and Frank Madden,

    Topped US Charts in 1940 at #2 or #3, can't remember.

     
    August 11

    Sacrifice

    When my Grandma passed away, nobody was particularly sad. The loss of a loved one is inevitable, as time tightens its grasp on those who have little of it left. And by particularly sad, I meant completely devastated and crying buckets. Grandma left peacefully in her sleep, quietly and painlessly fading away.
     
    Having suffered from old-age dementia, she lost her ability to communicate intelligibly with her surroundings. I'd like to think that she distanced herself from the entire family on purpose.
     
    I'd like to think that she didn't suffer from old-age dementia, but instead chose not to communicate intelligibly with her surroundings, for the last few years of her life. That way, the family members would grow detached from her, inevitably, because she is simply so difficult to approach. That way, when it's her time to go, she won't leave the family devastated.
     
    After all, the last thing a loving mother, grandmother, and great grandmother (all at the same time) would want is to leave the entire family in tears for the next few nights. She did it for our own good; she didn't want to see us cry.
     
    Thank you, grandma, thank you so much. May you rest in peace for eternity.
    August 03

    Revelations from Public Enemies

    The last 15 minutes of the show led me to a few conclusions when it comes to making the kill.. it's very similar to the attitudes I've seen with respect to servicemen from different echelons of leadership and their attitudes towards making decisions.

    When the crunch comes:

    The Men (all the humji/blur policemen) are too scared/blur to do anything useful.

    The Specs (the less humji and but still quiet blur agents) don't have enough initiative and have to ask the Officers and Warrant Officers what to do.

    The Officers (Melvin Purvis) are deep in thought whether it should be done this way.

    The Warrant Officers (the old encik-like police agent that shot Dillinger) just heck care and whack.

    On a side note, the show has sparked off my interest in music from the 1930-1940s. Many wonderful bands and artistes took shape during that period and subsequently defined much of what we know today as Jazz, Swing, Blues, and some primitive forms of Rock & Roll. It was a tough time where people turned to music as a form of expression and escape, thanks to improving radio technology and gramophone/turntable records.