Random Solitary Thoughts

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Good Morning

It is now my first official day at my new job, having just left my previous job last week. And I must say, the change in environment is truly amazing.

Suddenly, a whole new world has opened up to me, and the oppotunities are boundless. I do not force myself awake, but rather hop out on my own. Of course, not having 'fixed' working hours helps a lot.

I no longer work 'under' someone, and I have more flexibility in my working hours and my office wear. I can take lunch anytime I want, and for how long I want. Afternoon power naps are no longer a sin to take.

I can work on as many 'external' projects as I want to without having anyone frown at my lack of commitment towards my 'day' job. I have an undisputed amount of leave days to draw upon, and I don't have to explain to anyone where I'm going or when I'll be back. I don't have to write daily reports or attend staff meetings anymore.

I am now my own boss. And I'm loving it!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

The Exorcism of Bitty Grump

She lays in bed on a typical weekday morning, savouring the un-need to get up and slog to work like the boring mundane masses. Slowly, she turns and twists herself in an orgy of serene restfulness, a soft moan of satisfaction escaping her lips. How nice it is to not heed the mad rush of the typical working class.

The pattering sound of the shower stops and after a while, the bathroom door gently opens as a figure steps out, his naked body glistening with sparkling beads of water in the morning sunlight. Silently he dresses as she continues to sleep in peaceful slumber. Then as he departs, he kisses her softly on the forehead. And she smiles in her sleep.

A sharp thunderous banging on the door jolts her from her restful state. She jumps up in shock, but her jangled nerves are suprisingly calm. This is not the first time. It has happened numerous times before. He had warned her the first time she stayed over, and she was somewhat prepared for the abuse that will soon follow.

She leaves the bed and opens the door. Usually, the malicious presence disappears into its cowardly confines after these tiny bouts of attempted harassment, but this time it stayed to face her.

The presence takes on the form of an old woman, who once upon a time would have been deemed of decent looks, however average and plain they may be. But now, only an empty shell filled with hate, and anger, and bile exists in its place. Its skin twisted and contorted like the fibrous strands of aged ginger.

Years of bitterness lined her face which is devoid of anything remotely nice. No remnants remain of her joyful past if indeed she has one to remember. No, her own experience has rendered her unable to enjoy what fruits a life can give. Everything she touches rots. Every word she says is laced with poison.

And thus this being seeping with bitterness and pain confronts her and shouts insults to her lovely face. With every word, stems poisonous fumes of hate, choking with excrutiating suffering as she pours abuse after abuse unto her. Unleashing her own frustrations and regrets onto another soul, an innocent soul. Hoping to release her own suffering by condemning another to its bitter depths.

But she was ready. Prepared. Her hand raised in a humble poise, she halted the raging demon in its tracks. "Stop!" she proclaimed. "Proceed no further thy vicious beast, for I am of nobody to you and you are of nothing to me. You try to impose your wrath on me, and tell me that you have nothing but hate towards me. Yet, I harbour no ill will towards you. You tell me reasons for your hatred, yet I do not have any towards you. It is best that we part our seperate ways. For I do not want to have anything to do with you, and you have nothing to do with me."

"YOU! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS! HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR YOUR ELDERS?", the presence shrieked. "You are not my elder, to me you are no one", she calmly replied.


"No. It is you would came to this house. To haunt it. To occupy it. It is with the goodwill of the owner who has granted you a place to stay. Yet, you repay their kindness with malice and deceit".

"YOU... YOU..." it was starting to choke on its on fury.

"I have nothing else to say to you. The line is drawn. Since you despise me, you may choose not to engage me in any form of conversation. And I will oblidge you the same."

The presence, stunned by the strength of the truth, stood there in silence, unabled to move or even utter a peep. And slowly it retreats into its lair.

She gently closes the door and goes back to bed. The exorcism was successful, but it will be back. This was the only condition he had for her when she choose to stay. And she had done well. She smiles and falls into restful slumber.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A typical morning with the grumps

For most people, a typical Thursday morning starts off with the subtle realisation that it's only ONE day away from Friday, which is essentially ONE day away from the weekend. Most people will brush off that little bit of sleepiness, ready to embrace the day and clear their desk in anticipation of a work-less weekend.

Unfortunately, mild-mannered Jonathan isn't most people.

Today, the usually mild-mannered Jonathan awoke to a demonic aura of relentless hate. The negative energy slowly creeping into the pristine sanctuary of his bedroom. He could already hear their whispers in his soul, the bitter poisonous fumes that they exhume within their living space.

Jonathan quickly cleaned up and dressed, ready for another fruitless day at work. How then, can anybody be the least bit productive with such negative emotions flooding one so early in the day, even before the stipulated day has even begun.

He was greeted by the terrible, malicious silence that he is now accustomed to as he went down the stairs. As he headed out the door, it was slammed behind him, by one of the presences' filled with hatred and anger. He wonders what he has done to attract such malignant tumours beings to his home.

"It must be karma..." he sheepishly bemused.

It both confounds and intrigues him to see the behavior of these two presences' (as he calls them; for they are nothing more than a draft of bad air). For it is after all his home, his house that they are occupying. Yet, they display a fierce territorial intensity as if it were theirs. Not to mention the lack of gratitude at having a home to haunt.

Jonathan made a stop at the neary bakery and indulged himself on a humble donut. "Something sweet to sooth my bitter palate" he thought.

And practicing the ancient yogic methods of meditation to remove all negative thoughts and emotions, he clears his mind and updates his blog.

Friday, October 12, 2007

This is a community service message.

It's the eve of Hari Raya Aidilfitri and the roads are packed with endless hordes of people rushing to go home to their families, their kampungs, their celebratory celebrations with family members they don't even know exist.

Also, on a more morbid and sombre note, hordes of these same people will be killed in road accidents thanks to unscrupulous drivers, and bad road conditions; the latter courtesy of our dear politician friend, Mr. Samy Vellu.

The former of course will be due to the highly corrupted JPJ officers who take endless bribes to fund their own twisted purposes while thousands die on roads each day because they can't drive for nuts.

So take this post with a pinch of pre-season holiday salt. And drive the f**k carefully. For the lives of your passengers (notice I never mention the drivers, coz if you're irresponsible enough to cause accidents, the country can pretty much do without you) and others on the road, depends on how much trouble you take to educate yourself on road safety.

Happy Hari Raya!