Jumping without a Parachute!

Free falling! Like the song goes!

No strings attached. No baggage to haul. Just close your eyes and take a step beyond that ledge and let yourself go. What an amazing feeling.

Fear and excitement rolled into one. The ability to see the world on the outside.How promising it is even in this troubled times. Wish I had more time to savour it.

But for the bills! They don't stop coming. So it was back to the prison cell again and back to reality. Still, I think I've changed. More mature and confident perhaps. Not happier though.

That will soon come. Overcome the fear of the middle class. They want you stay where you are. To pay taxes that they won't. They don't want you to play where they're playing.

Well, fuck you! Its a free country. See me coming assholes!

Dissapointment Inc.

Gravely dissapointed by turn of events.

My career is in tatters. Wasn't a glowing example in the first place. But, at least I had one.

Jumping without a parachute wasn't the best of ideas, on hindsight.

I got played. I let it get to me and I caved.

Just like the Beng Hock fella.

Still have my health though and that's important.

R.I.P Joey

Today, my cat died.

Her name was Joey. Cannot exactly say what her age was.

I figure she was seven. That would make her close to 50 is she were human.

She went missing five days ago but came home last night. She was weak but could still walk albeit very slowly and only for a short distance. What was telling was the fact that she didn't want to eat nor drink anything. She just laid herself on the kitchen floor meowing meekly. Her breathing was laboured.My wife woke me up at 6.00 this morning to tell me that Joey had died. My maid found her body this morning, under the bed in our guest room.

We brought Joey home with us when she was just a kitten. She was my mother's cat. We took her home on the onset of my mom's Alzheimer's disease and it became clear that she could not take care of Joey. Before we named her, Joey was called Puteh. Marissa named her Joey as soon as she was at our house. She wasn't the healthiest when we took her in but my wife took care of her well and soon she was as healthy and active as any kitten.

She was a playful cat and didn't seem to grow up either in age or size. Even as she grew older she still acted like a kitten. Although she was fed everyday, her predator instincts remained intact. Among her prey were, coackroaches, house lizards and small birds.I found that remarkable and at times annoying as she would often dragged her prey into the house.What was even more remarkable was the fact that she was always gentle with Imran despite being routinely subjected to his merciless manhandling . She always kept her claws firmly tucked within her paws when Imran played with her.

I also saw the gentle side of Imran last night. He was very happy to find Joey home but was distressed to see her ill and dying. Even at three, he knew that Joey was weak and could not withstand his usual boisterous handling. He kissed her on her head and cried when we dragged him away to sleep.


Out of all my family members, I knew she loved me most. She would always be around me, walking between my legs, asking to be stroked or petted.

She will be missed.

Merger

When human beings are bound together to death do they part, it is called a marriage.

When companies do it, it is called a merger. Well, mostly. Sometimes its a takeover but lets not split hairs on that one.

Many has congratulated me on the proposed merger of the Company that I work for with another. Apparently the merged entity would be of gargantuan proportions.

I am not impressed. I was not told of this sooner. I did not buy any shares in the Company.I will not get rich from it.

The near future would be hell on earth to do all things necessary pursuant to the merger.

All this done and I may not even have a job at the end of it all.

There is no need to congratulate me.

I guess I would now have to consider a career in politics. Free time would be avalaible to me soon I presume. I can fill it by attending political gatherings. Since I have nothing invested, I will like most politicians, bellow hot air, as it is free.

I will have other fellow unemployed people listen to me. I will talk about everything and nothing. They will love me!

Father Daughter talk

This is how it went:-


Father: What do you think that night when I followed Atok back to Klang?
Daughter: I felt sad. I couldn't sleep the whole night and Kak Anis had to teman me. I was thinking about you all the time.

Father: I meant who's fault did you think it was? Mama or me?
Daughter: I don't know whose fault it was because I was so sad.

Father: What do you think of Atok?
Daugher: I think he's nice.
Father: Yeah, I think he's nice too.

Daughter: Why doesn't Mama like Atok?
Father: I don't think that Mama doesn't like Atok. I think it's a matter of expectations. Mama I think, expect certain things from Atok and when he doesn't do as expected, she gets annoyed with him.

Father: Does Mama expect anything from you?
Daughter: No
Father: I mean, does she expect you to study hard and do well in your exams?
Daughter:Yes.
Father: What if you don't do well?
Daugher: She gets angry.

Father: That's what happened with Atok. For instance she expects Atok to teach you mengaji but he gave up.....because you weren't interested in learning.
Daughter: I never did that!
Father: I know you did but that's not the point. You gave Tok Mak a hard time too. The only difference is that Tok Mak doesn't give up. But Atok did. That's why Mama gets annoyed with Atok.
Daughter: Ooh I see.

Father: But what do you think of him now.
Daughter: I still like him.
Father: Yeah I like him too. There are some good things about Atok and some bad things too. Mama doesn't know him as well as I do so he does not see him the way I do.

Theather Tun M

My wife wants to go watch the theater about Tun M's life.

I said he isn't dead yet. Why would anyone want to watch a play about someone when he is still alive.

She says it doesn't matter. Now that Erra is no longer playing the part of Hasmah, she wants to go and see the play.

Personally, I'd rather read a book.