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2008-08-22T01:04:00.000-07:00

Elongated shadows,
Running in circles
Fucking eyes chasing the trails
A head or a tail
Shimmering light,
floating by
A wish not to die
Ballerina dances,
Of Stray bullets.

-

2008-07-27T14:33:00.000-07:00

Grapevine pilot dies in plane crash near Midlothian Quarry

An American Airlines pilot died Thursday after his single-engine plane crashed near a limestone quarry in northwest Ellis County.

James J. Marshall of Grapevine was pronounced dead at the scene, said Senior Cpl. Charlie Morgan of the Texas Department of Public Safety.

The plane hit the top of the quarry in Midlothian, about 10 miles southeast of Mansfield, before tumbling into a field, Morgan said.

Marshall may have been trying to make an emergency landing, Morgan said, adding that a final determination will be up to the Federal Aviation Administration.

"He was flying way too low to be flying normally," Morgan said.

Marshall, 58, always loved to fly, said his sister-in-law, Linda Marshall. He served as a pilot in the Air Force after graduating from college and had recently been flying 777s for American, Linda Marshall said.

"We are utterly shocked," she said.

Marshall had worked for American since 1986, an airline spokeswoman said.

He had spent the past 10 to 15 years building the four-passenger 2004 Cozy Mark IV, Linda Marshall said.

"His plane was very beloved to him," she said.

He started the project in his garage and later moved the craft to Arlington Municipal Airport, a neighbor said.

An official at the airport confirmed that Marshall rented a hangar there through a private company but declined to comment on whether Marshall had taken off from the airport Thursday.

Marshall, a long-time Grapevine resident, had been married to his wife, Rebecca Marshall, for about 40 years. Neither Rebecca Marshall nor the couple’s son could be reached for comment Thursday.

It was the second fatal crash of an aircraft this week in Ellis County.

A Dallas man died at about 1:30 p.m. Wednesday after the glider he was in crashed in a wooded area about three miles from an airstrip used by the Texas Soaring Association.

Staff writers Candace Carlisle, Bill Miller and Bryon Okada contributed to this report.

2008-06-27T20:46:00.000-07:00

When the hymens will be broken

Under the Arms of open sky
On Cradle of pyre will I be laying,
Binded onto by wreathe,
Of blends of smoke and the pungency of the cowardice
Pyromania empowers,
Ambience that surrounds me
Demands will be fullfilled
As the streams get astrayed,
Angry Uproars will mold,
Into an Mellifluos, Adagio,
Along with the notes,
The Colors,
Will then dance for me,
A different part of them,
Will I see,
Blue with hositility,
White with gloominess,
Red without it's bloodiness,
Black without it's sombreness
Yellow without it's paleness

Voidness, will then Silther around me
Engulfing me,
Towards Serenity Will I be lead,
What I waited for will be attained,
Why not by the world too that I have owned,
For that's what I have Longed, and will always be Longing.

2008-06-16T15:23:00.000-07:00

HOMELAND INSECURITY
Bin Laden connectionat Fort Worth airport
Osama's pilot taught at flight school near facilities attended by 14 Syrians

Posted: June 11, 20021:00 am Eastern
By Paul Sperry© 2008 WorldNetDaily.com

WASHINGTON – One of Osama bin Laden's personal pilots was a flight-school instructor at the small Texas airport where the FBI, just weeks after the Sept. 11 hijackings, let 14 Syrian nationals go to learn to fly.

Essam al-Ridi, a government witness in the U.S. embassies-bombing trial, testified that he had taken classes and taught at the now-defunct Ed Boardman Aviation School at Fort Worth Meacham International Airport.

The airport's manager says the school went out of business in the early '90s.
But the airport's al-Qaida connection is disturbing, because Meacham has become a magnet for Middle Eastern student pilots, some from terrorist countries such as Syria.

In fact, 14 young Syrian men enrolled at one school there in early October, alarming local Immigration and Naturalization Service agents, as WorldNetDaily first reported.
Four of the seven schools at Meacham are owned and run by Middle Eastern men, most of them from Syria or Lebanon, the airport manager told WorldNetDaily.

Al-Ridi – an Egyptian, like hijacking ringleader Mohamed Atta – testified that in 1993 he bought a used Saber-40 aircraft for $210,000 for bin Laden. He said bin Laden wanted it to transport Stinger missiles, so he flew it from Fort Worth to bin Laden, who at the time was based in Khartoum, Sudan.

Last year's trial of bin Laden operatives for the 1998 bombings of U.S. embassies in Africa produced documents revealing a number of references to bin Laden pilots and U.S. flight schools. The FBI has come under fire for failing to connect these and other dots before Sept. 11, which may have shown an outline to al-Qaida's terrorist plot.

Even after Sept. 11, the FBI did not seem overly concerned about the flight-school connection.
INS inspectors at Dallas-Forth Worth International Airport, where the Syrians entered the U.S., alerted the FBI about the clean-shaven men, who came in groups of seven, but were told only to copy their visas and other papers. The FBI did not detain or even interview the men.
However, Meacham manager Luis Elguezabal says FBI agents paid him a visit after WorldNetDaily's story broke, and was amplified by local and national media. He says they asked him for the names of the owners of the flight schools and their phone numbers.
"They were concerned about the students," he said in a recent WND interview.
FBI agents returned this year to ask him more questions, Elguezabal says. He declined to say more.

The 14 Syrians enrolled at Delta-Qualiflight Aeronautics, owned by Khaled Miloud*. They entered the U.S. on M-1 visitor's visas, which expired in April, according to INS agents. Elguezabal does not know if they've left the school and returned to Syria. Neither Miloud nor his wife, contacted at their Arlington, Texas, home, would say if they've left.

"He's been very tight-lipped even with me on that issue," said Elguezabal, who has managed the city-owned airport since 1996.

The INS, for its part, does not track foreign visitors – even those from terrorist countries – after they've entered the country to see if they've overstayed their visas.

Meacham's three other Arab-owned schools are: Gold Star Aviation (owned and run by Wael Alborghie), MK Conquest International (Eric Kudimi) and Skywings Flight Training (Walid Yammine). Elguezabal says the men are from Syria and Lebanon.

A Meacham flight-school instructor, speaking on condition of anonymity, says the Arab nationals at neighboring schools are allowed to speak in Arabic, even though the Federal Aviation Administration requires that pilots speak English, the universal language of aviation around the world. Meacham is certified by the FAA.

Meacham's schools teach student-pilots to fly small-engine planes, not jetliners.
But Atta's original plan, it turns out, was to pack small planes with explosive chemicals and slam the flying bombs into U.S. targets.

The government's Pantex nuclear-bomb facility in Amarillo, Texas, and President Bush's ranch in Crawford, Texas, are not long flights from Fort Worth.

Large numbers of Middle Eastern men, including the alleged 20th hijacker, Zacarias Moussaoui, received flight training at schools just north of Fort Worth in Oklahoma.

What's more, Abdul Hakim Murad, who was convicted several years ago of a plot to crash a suicide plane into CIA headquarters, trained at Alpha Tango Flying Services in San Antonio, Texas. The flight school is owned by Hamid Afzal.

Not long after federal authorities let the Syrians attend flight school in Fort Worth, a large group of Algerian nationals waltzed into the U.S. to take classes at a flight school in Tyler, Texas, as WorldNetDaily also first reported.

Algeria is another Islamic terrorist hotspot.
Like the Syrians before them, the 14 Algerian men, all clean-shaven and in their mid-20s, told airport immigration inspectors that they were training to fly for their national airlines.
But a pilot, who bases his plane at Meacham field in Fort Worth, doubts their story.
"There are probably more than a hundred times as many Middle Eastern students in flight schools here as there are potential flying jobs back in their home nations," the pilot said.
Syria is one of the seven countries on the State Department's terrorist blacklist. Planes from the Syrian national airline are banned from entering the U.S.

Another pilot who flies out of Tyler told WorldNetDaily: "This story that these Algerians would be hired by their national airline upon completion of learning how to fly a single-engine airplane stinks to high heaven."

He added: "Airlines do not send pilots to flight school to fly a single-engine airplane, such as a Cessna 150 or 172.

2008-05-27T21:40:00.000-07:00

Gollum

2008-05-12T20:32:00.000-07:00

Gollum I

20 Steps
Into a Box,
Entrapped a burning soul
A gollum,
In midst of Lillies
Nothingness, Will make him appeased

Happy Mother's Day

2008-05-11T11:33:00.001-07:00

Dear Ma.

Nepali Mother's Day...

2008-05-11T07:49:00.000-07:00

An Utter Failure

2008-05-09T16:55:00.001-07:00

I exist.

2008-04-28T22:02:00.001-07:00

Appology

2008-04-18T22:06:00.000-07:00

No more courage, I have in me to look into your eyes. No more strength, I have to tell you SORRY, or to tell you how remorsed I am for my acts.

Instead of appreciating your concerns, warmth towards me, There I was stabbing you with sharp dragger like words . Tired and very frustrated I am, But then so are all of us, and I should have got a hold on myself. I cannot seem to act or think straight, Every thinkings, feelings, actions of mine towards anyone, inside these walls, are becoming more demented and twisted everytime. Rage and Frustrations are the only emotions content within me. And they just seem to keep on haunting deep inside me, making me hollow inside out. Disgusted I am with myself, How petty I am, I try to persuade myself to clear my head, but then i can't seem to, with the never-ending echoes banging on my head, and the guiltiness is so empowering and all I can do is whin like a mere child.

.... New Year 2065

2008-04-12T20:02:00.000-07:00

Dear Mustaine.

2008-04-09T14:12:00.000-07:00

Tue, 04/15/0805:30 PM
Nokia Theatre At Grand PrairieGrand Prairie, TX
Hot Topic Presents: Gigantour Featuring Megadeth and, and... Fuck Others, It's about Dave, Ain't it?

I have been visiting Ticket Master every few couple of days for a month now, and praying everytime, that it doesnot gets sold out, And I thank You God, whole heartedly for not letting me down. I wish I could Let all My rage, hatred, frustations, the filthy creatures inside my fucking mind loose along with the fucking mass, But under My so- called circumstances, I know, I know, It's a fucking dream come true but I seek to another alternate, to tame them instead.

It's Like,
Fuck Uproar, Hear the faint Echoes!!!

Anyways, Wish you guys all the best and hope you get all the fucking heads exploded.

P.s - I would really love to get a signature of yours in my neck and get it fucking Inked, May be someday.

In My Mind - Left Blank Intentionally

2008-03-18T14:18:00.001-07:00

Wartime Child.

2008-03-16T20:55:00.001-07:00

Through my window,
A piece of world, which I can see
Graves are all that surrounds me,
It's about time now,
The whole world to know me.
I am a wartime child..

A creation,
Content of Brutal Aggresion
Living an Imitation..
Impaired,
Manifested,
Violated,
I am a wartime child

Through my window,
A piece of world, which I can see
Graves are all that surrounds me,
It's about time now,
The whole world to fear me..
Fear Me, because I am a wartime child

2008-03-04T18:09:00.000-08:00

2008-02-15T18:08:00.000-08:00

Admittance

2008-02-07T11:57:00.000-08:00

Running to stand still

2008-01-29T22:01:00.000-08:00

Like a stray dog, Will I always end up in strange lonely corners seeking for the cure of the insecureness built up deep within me? Will I always keep on running, trying to fool myself? A reckless person as I, Guess I don't even deserve a few smiles in my face.
Anyways, am trying to buy myself a few moments of rest, Hope I can gather some energy for a longer run.

You, me and silence

2008-01-23T17:32:00.000-08:00

Spare Me,
Spare My Soul from these lonliness
Spare My thoughts from these wilderness
Spare My heart from these hollowness

Break it,
Break it, before it breaks me,
For, there ain't anything that can tame my wild thoughts from wandering
Not a single step close to yours tho'
If only you could feel,
If only you could see,
How this awkwardness is suffocating me,
How this impatience is killing me

Anything, Anything
Guide me a path to an escape
Spare Me..

Waving farewell to year 2007 and spreading arms, welcoming year 2008

2008-01-01T10:14:00.000-08:00

ec·sta·sy /ˈɛkstəsi/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[ek-stuh-see]- Lend me your Misery. Let me cry for you.

2007-12-30T13:13:00.000-08:00

A step behind

2007-12-29T19:47:00.000-08:00

Saturday, 29th, 12, 2007
Sunday, 30th 12, 2007

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

2007-12-24T10:58:00.000-08:00

Winter seem to strike slow and hard. Smoke from my newly Lit ciggarette, sticks hard on the window pane, blurring the image outside. Rain is pouring heavily, chilly wind's blowing, Most of the trees around are naked, and those who aren't have changed their colours and are still shedding. Gloomy day, I wish I could be outside stepping on those leaves hearing them crackle as I walk around but I won't even dare to take a single step outside of my appartment. I rub the glass with my hand and try to focus myself to a distant highway, just to find very few vehicles passing by. I wish I was like them, know where my destination is, that I have longed for. I sometimes feel like I was not supposed to be here at all.

Anyways, where I am headed to right now, there are going to be pauses for a few couple of days. Going back to school days, Wind and rain was the only thing I cared about when it's about weather. Each day, I would look outside from my classroom window to see if rain's going to pour or not? Pull my hands out to feel the wind blowing, and I could not wait to hop in my cycle and get back to home as fast as possible to let my restrained kite free into the open sky. I would be praying for winds to stay and rain not to pour, on my way back to home,. Now, who would know that, Being able to be free oneself in the open sky would be soo much harder than letting the kite to set free.

2007-12-07T13:56:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, I wish I was a Mute, May be then I won't be tired of explaining things to others. Do you think explanations make any differences? What's done is done and it's already gone ah. What other thinks about it, does it really matter? Well I don't know, I have been feeling it does and being oversensitive and really a stupid one I worry how my words or acts are affecting others, "After it has been done", and try to explaing later with excuses, no matter if I really do have one or don't, if I don't have one I make one but then all it matters is to me, It's all about how i feel, guilt or head up, no matter how sincere or lie it was. I don't read other's feeling, do I? I can't change the way they look at me, Could I?

2007-12-05T03:04:00.001-08:00

Well it's been quite a while since I haven't posted anything. 5 am, Restless night, We have got connection back in our appartment, explains why am wide awake. Staying in Us for 1 year, 1 month and 9 days to be exact, I am soo addicted to internet. I feel like it's the reason I Look forward for the next day, hoping desperately, to hear from, to meet my friends back home online but only to find myself ended up in a chatroom talking with an anonymous person to kill the time. Just a while, Hang on there, they are going to be online, atleast one of them.

Anyways, today is also the same, I guess.

Doped

2007-11-20T15:29:00.000-08:00

My eyes transfixed on the ceiling, I jerk along the bed, this Big fucking illusive plastic bag wraps around my face. I gasp for air, As I try to fucking tear it off, only for my Nails to find it's way into the flesh. Gooey Liquid oozes out, Green maybe because i have always imagined it like that. Then, Maybe I go unconcious, Do I? Who cares? For all i care is, How it snaps the cord off my head from this foulness to this ethereal world where Calmness diffuses in me, Relieving me from all the Worries and anxiety.

3 Dead In Arlington Plane Crash.

2007-11-18T17:56:00.000-08:00

KXAS-TV

updated 4:34 p.m. CT, Fri., Nov. 16, 2007

ARLINGTON, Texas - Authorities said Thursday that three people have died after an airplane that left Arlington's airport crashed short of its destination. The plane had been heading to Abilene, NBC 5 reported.

Witnesses said they saw the small plane disintegrate in mid-air just east of Ranger.

The plane is owned by the Skymates flying school in Arlington.

Authorities identified the victims as 29-year-old Robert William Davey, of DeSoto, who was a flight instructor. The two flight students were Luca Visani, no age available, of Cesena, Italy; and Andrea Venturini, no age available, from Mantova, Italy.

The National Transportation Safety Board was investigating the incident.

Happy Tihar.

2007-11-12T13:19:00.000-08:00

Though smaller than what we would have prepared in Nepal, but one of the Merriesttt Tihar.

- Laxmi Puja,

- Sisters At Work I
[Anita Di, Paat and Me]

- Happy Go, Lucky Guy :p

-Sister At Work II
[Sophie and Pasa]

-Sister At Work III
[Sophie And Pasa]

-Sister At Work IV
[Bips, Sachin Dai, Ngolo]

-Sister At Work V
[Bips, Sachin Dai, Ngolo]

-[Lilan Di And Anita Di]

-Brothers

-Sisters

Gone Are the days of being proud of what Nepal Stood for, Never End Peace And Love

2007-10-30T14:20:00.000-07:00

To the Fucking so-called Revolutionaries of Nepal

Faded masks of deception and Lies
We got to settle/break all the ties,
The deaths of eternal innocent lives

In the name of so-called fucking Revolution
Weaving Lies of better nation,
Will You ever get the satisfaction?

Exploiting the innocent and weak,
For the insatiable hunger of power You seek,
Logos of "shoot and kill"
If only You could know how it feel,
to be a heavily debted son,
gone with unfulfilled promises made for lifelong,
Slaughters You have made, in the name of sacrifices,
Don't you fucking hear the cries
The painful, silent cries
*What is to you, for it's our lives that perish
Money and status is all that you cherish

Faded masks of deception and Lies
Now is the time to settle/break all the ties,
Make them pay the price of taking eternal innocent lives

The End

2007-10-29T16:04:00.000-07:00

Happy Dashain

2007-10-25T13:02:00.001-07:00

-Elders Exchanging Tika I
[Anita Di And Sachin Dai]

-Elders Exchanging Tika II
[Anita Di And Sachin Dai]

-Elders Putting Tika I
[Sachin Dai And Ngolo]

-Elders Putting Tika II
[Anita Di And Ngolo]

-Elders Putting Tika III
[Sachin Dai, Me, Pasa And Anita Di]
Pasa And I share the same Birthday So We are Receiving Tika Together]

-Elders Putting Tika IV
[Sachin Dai, Me, Pasa And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika V
[Sachin Dai, Me, Pasa And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika VI
[Sachin Dai, Priti And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika VII
[Sachin Dai, Priti And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika VIII
[Sachin Dai, Sophie]

-Elders Putting Tika IX
[Sachin Dai, Sophie And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika X
[Sachin Dai, Anish And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika XI
[Sachin Dai, Anish And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika XII
[Sachin Dai, Bips And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika XIII
[Sachin Dai, Bips And Anita Di]

-Elders Putting Tika XIV
[Ngolo And Bips]

-Elder Putting Tika XV
[Ngolo, Pasa And Me]

-Elder Putting Tika XVI
[Ngolo, Pasa And Me]

-Elders Putting Tika XVII
[Ngolo And Priti]

-Elders Putting Tika XVIII
[Ngolo And Sophie]

-Elders Putting Tika XIX
[Ngolo And Bips]

-Elders Putting Tika XX
[Pasa, Sophie and I]

-Elders Putting Tika XXI
[Ngolo And Bips]

-Elders Putting Tika XXI
[Priti And Sophie]

-Elders Putting Tika XXII
[Priti And Anish]

-Elders Putting Tika XXIII
[Sophie And Anish]

How Would I be?

2007-09-30T12:10:00.001-07:00

How Would I be,
If i were you.

N62365 - Only remains, Memories and pictures

2007-09-27T19:54:00.000-07:00

Monday, September 4th.
Cessna, flown by a solo student had an accident. Though instructors were not allowed to escape a single word about it, Vague Infos seemed to find it's way to the students ears and there wasnot a single soul who could restrain from talking about it, with doubts and fears in their faces Groups of students could be seen almost everywhere, at the study room, main hall, dining room, outside the school having the same conversation about "The Crash".
"Which aircraft?"
"Who's in it?"
"Any consequences?"
"How did it happened?",
They were desperately asking anyone, who they felt could feed them with the answers about the incident, but to their dissapointment, they could get nothing. As the sun went down, all they could do was to wait for the next day, when everything's going to come out in open.

Tuesday , September 5th,
The first news we heard, the student who had the accident was completely uninjured, was such a relief for everyone, smile came to everyone's lips. But then the second news completely sulked me down, the aircraft was Cessna 62365, and it was completely destroyed.

Me, personally, have always prefer cessnas than the piper cherokees since i started my aviation course, till now, in my instrument phase. I have had check outs and flew cherokee couples of times, Found out they are comfortable, have new nav aids such as GPS and all, are more reliable since they are new and maintained but that mean nothing to me. Landings, i find the most significant part of the flight, and the feel i get during landing from a Cessna, never could i imagine in Cherokee, i guess.
And 62365, had always been my favourite one among the cessnas, and had shared heck of a great time.
Though my first flight was not in it, My maximum private hours that i have logged were in 62365;
I did my checkride in 62365;
I did most of my cross-country hour building in 62365, and the good part was most of the flight was during the day. You see, One could not even dream of getting an hour of flight during day in their baby cherokees unless scheduled, yet everyone will be after it, waiting if somebody who's scheduled could not turn up so they can fly, while 62365 would be completely deserted thus making me fortunate enough to be end up at bed for night sleep;
During a VFR [Visual Flight Rules] Flight, without being in contact with ATC [Air traffic controller] when I look below, all the landmarks, yeah, the same landmarks which is completely different when am in land makes me feel that am the optimum height that one can ever imagine of. The same skyscrapers for which i used to pull my head up, now seems so tiny, The same rivers and highways, which used to seem never ending, has finally come to an end. But when am in contact with ATC, those communications such as " Citation ***** fly flight level 200, 737 fight level 300, American Eagle ***** Maintain airspeed of 250 knots", made me feel small. How I wish there was no altitude restriction for me and i can go as high as them, How I wish I could go as fast as them. Anyways, while I was flying back to my airport from WileyPost airport with a friend, and yeah, in 62365 ofcourse, at about 5500 ft, we were notified by the ATC that we have a traffic about 7 miles, A BOEING at 4500 and is descending, will be passing below us. We were like what the heck, We were so excited because that was some hell of an encounter and yeah in 62365, the same aircraft which used to be flying about 20000 + feet above us now is right below us;

Another encounter i had while i was flying 62365 couple of months earlier when i was flying VFR Cross-Country to Abilene without being in contact with the ATC. Before i took off, I could see some low clouds, and when i took the weather, I was told that there were some few scattered layer of clouds at 3000 over Arlington, my home base airport, and the enroute, and destination clouds was reported to be clear. Took off since it's scattered which was supposed to be out of my way in any second. I was flying at 2500 all the way to Cleburne, which is about 1/3 of the distance from Arlington to Abilene and to my suprise, the layer was so wide spread that i thought it's never going to end, flew for about couple of minutes more until i decided to return back to Arlington. As i made an 180 turn and was heading back, another cessna flew right below me about 200 - 300 feet and i did not realised until it passed. Scared the shit out of me, i was totally tranfixed at the windscreen, Now I totally disregarded the sectional chart and anything inside the cockpit but I did made sure i was maintaining my altitude, airspeed and attitude. All i could think about was to land the damn plane. I was too scared even to think i was in air.

Well those were some ups and downs, She and I Shared. How i wish i could finish my course with her. Parting is must in this world for everything, but i had not thought we would part this way. You might consider me selfish because I had always imagined that I would be the one leaving her, Leaving with my head held high while she like always binded on the parking ramp, smiling for me and my victory.

Beginning.

2007-09-21T20:16:00.000-07:00

As I am typing now, Gloominess Seem to empower me, A reason why i have decided to create an account here and start writing. It seems so bizare that the same rebel kid who shed many tears for every single whip by his parents for not turning up on reading and writing, now totally relies on it on every single spare moment, to understand, feel, wash away his heavy, dark and miserable heart.