Revenge of De Gato

I sit silently in the dark, waiting for my chance to pounce. He walks about, unsuspecting. Thinking his life in his head. Thinking mediocre things like work and family and relationships and such.

What's family? My mum left me when I was two months old. Never seen her since. I never knew my dad. Worthless bugger. Screwed my mum and left her to fend for the four of us. I was the only one to survive.

What's work? You work your @$$ off every day just to make enough money to survive. To SURVIVE! An ironic suggestion. Stupid reason. What's survival if you spend it working to continue living to work the next day so you can repeat the process a thousand times over until you die. And when you're on your death bed you wonder what you did with your life. Nothing. Just work.

You people are so caught up in this fictitious idea of life that you have that it requires you to work to survive. Most of you do not even like it. Yet you do it coz there isn't anything else you can do with your life, can you? Or maybe that thought just never occurred to you.

To those who enjoys their work, good for you. You've learnt a valuable lesson. But the moment you dislike any part of it, then you belong to the earlier group of misinformed misfits. Lost souls searching for the reason of their existence.

What's the point of working so hard? If you can't enjoy any part of it? Especially the work itself. It's not about the growth. It's about the process of getting there.

Relationships. Bullshit mother f******g shit! What are relationships? Partnerships? Being together? Crap. All crap. All of it. You're in a relationship for moral support. To be loved. To be able to love. Yet you criticise each other, try to change each other. Complain about growth. Complain about not growing. Complain about the material things that will end up immaterial after all.

In the end, all you want is a shoulder to cry on. Someone to screw in the middle of the night, or day, or morning, or whatever fancies you. You want someone to talk to. To listen. Even if they can't do anything about it. It helps to have someone listening. Well, I can do that same. I can do all the above. And not worry about relationships. In the end, you just want someone to be there. No matter how much you deny it. How much you can afford and want to be alone. You always want someone to be there.

And I can be there. I know when to be there.

Like now. Like how I am here now.

I am sitting in the darkness watching his every move. He is unsuspecting. Unaware. It is now time to strike...

...

In blinding quickness I pounce on his calf, giving him a loving bite as I do. He recoils in surprise and reacts accordingly. I am shoved with his foot and I tumble backwards. Seeing inevitable loss, I hastily retreat to the darkness, where I await another chance...

And in the darkness, I see once again another chance. This time I will not fail... for I am, de Gato. The cat named Chap...

The Lemon Yellow - Royal Blue Bottle

On the subject of Aura-soma. The art of deciphering one's life path and purpose through the use of coloured bottles. Pick a bottle and the colours will show you your path. Rather, the bottles choose you.

So I chose the Lemon Yellow - Royal Blue bottle. My diagnosis?

The yellow represents the knowledge learned and gathered throughout your life (up until now I presume). And the blue says that I see things in a broad prespective (good thing, init?) BUT I fail to convince others to see the same. Therefore, it results in me giving up trying to explain myself or getting frustrated by the whole scenario.

The bottles have told the trugh before. I therefore do not doubt them again. So when I was faced with new challenges I saw that it was true.

Maybe it's pride knowing that my vision extends beyond that of the average person that makes me as stubborn as I am. And yet, I try to humble myself, telling myself that if so many agree, then it must be I who is short-sighted.

Then events unfold and people talked. And what they tell me, confirmed that I did foresee certain events and circumstances. And so the bottles do not lie. They tell the truth.

And so when you claim to know what it is I am talking about, do you really? Do you really see what I see? Or do you see a superficial manifestation of something you fabricate to fill in the void that you see? Do you pretend to know so much, that you begin to live a pretentious life?

Do you fake it, to the point where you're no longer true? To yourself. To others. Living a life which has as much meaning as the superfluos goals you set out to achieve?

Sometimes I see too much. You have not grown. Not in the sense you wish to. You only convince yourself that you have, when all you have achieve means nothing in the universal sense. Have you really grown? Or are you still faking it?

For fear? For you do not know how else to proceed? For you are lost? Because you cannot admit that you do not know.

Musings

Locked in his single room apartment, Private Investigator Cuttlefish sits at his desk, pondering the many choices he has in front of him.

Life has been tough of late, with work piling up and getting no where. Business goes on as usual with the usual scandals and dramas that find themselves in the lap of people with no imagination or much purpose to life other than the perverse entertainment of other similar people.

He ponders aloud the questions that plague his clustered constipated mind. Why can't they just leave each other alone? The world would be such a peaceful place if people didn't have to cheat all the time on their spouses or have hidden cameras hidden or attempt to dis-credit politicians.

And of course he would be out of job.

Well, there's always other things he can do... like maybe write a book. Or something.

In any case, he drops his ponderings and turns his attention to the task at hand. Which applications should he add in facebook...