The PTC Training College in Papua New Guinea; the people, the places, the long rides home, the airport, the market and the green tree pythons!

Sports meets at school, winning, losing, glory, team mates, captaincy, records, injuries, awards ceremonies and that one almost-fight scene during the last year!

School itself. boring classes, getting horse whipped by the vice rector, The O/L batch of 99!!! Cutting classes in the Pavilion, cutting classes in the canteen, cutting classes in the church?!?! fights, guti-pandu, full contact basket ball, my sucky cricket skills, and failing my A/L’s!

Sleep overs at Rishi’s!!!

My obsession with fish! Arowana’s, Piranha’s, African Knife fish, gar pikes, fresh water sting rays, My prize winning Siamese fighters, and all those other boring fish like guppies swordtails and shit!

The Trips – Punduloya, Elpitiya Sheni’s estate, Udawalawe, Worlds End, Hikka, Anuradhapura and that set of places, and trips to the Estate!

My first crush, my first kiss, falling in love…completely. my first real relationship, my first sexual encounter and that awesome hooker!!!

Campari, Old Reserve, Vodka, RED label, and of course white rum (in all its forms)

Maclond Road, Battaramulla, Green path, Maharagama, Homagama, Pieterz place, Ragama, Saranankara road, The Wendt, White horse and the adjoining car park, Malla’s Rooftop, Clancys, MKOP, RnB, Bolgoda, Hikka and Mount beach.

Getting stoned, drunk, high on life, high on girls, high on anything at all! and the former fucking trinity Me, Asela and Troy.

Asela’s place!!!! – WWE, Fear factor, internet fraud and SO much more!!!

The countless crushes and the shit i got into, went through for them, and put other people in!!! *sigh*

Breaking up.

Asiri Hospital – where i technically died.

Running away from home. (thank you Rishi, Radhive, Ashi, Dion, Asela, Damith and Subs)

The thrill of getting a tattoo!

Movies at MC, crescat and coffee stop, pilawoos, Buba, Chinese dragon, KFC, Inn on the green and SSC!

Joe-pete-roy-tho big matches, and that one time after it all at Checkers…oh…and the other time at Asela’s!!! heheh

My short stints at other sports and those stupid clubs i joined for no real reason other than maybe peer pressure!

OMG! PREFECTSHIP!!!! LOL!!! and that whole scene!!!

Train rides home after school, bus rides home after school, and walking home after school (or at least to Radhive’s place)

All those birthday parties!!! mine, theirs, hers, all of them!

Bicycle riding, Honda CBR 400, CBR600 RR, and that fucked up TZR with no brakes!!!!

The Benjamins!!! Malla, Deej, Kaushi, Poorni, Sadesh, and the get-togethers at Hudson place!

BC!!! (and the immediate area surrounding it)

Marie Biscuit and her bloody menthols!!!

Asian Aviation Centre – TAFE VII. and the Tsunami bar!!! Expo Aviation and my first flight on an aircraft that I maintained, My awesome AWESOME friends at MAT and *grudgingly* SriLankan Airlines for the A340 Experience!

Manahari

DAMITH’S BACHOLERS PARTY, Aslam!!! and all My married friends and their weddings!! (hoo hoo)

Swims, Tap Rugby and sitting on the railroad tracks at Marine drive and Wellawatte beach!

*sigh* Butterfly kisses and those sweet sweet lies! Promises that i kept and secrets that i never told.

My glorious, eventful, wholesome youth and the friends and family who graced my pitiful existence.

I will always always love and remember you.

There have been quite a few creepy crawlies i have encountered during my not-so-brief stay in this world; My pet scorpion, the 12 inch centipede that lived in our bathroom and the dozens of other little little creatures that brought out screams of terror from the mommya. But none have traumatized me more that Doughnut!!!!

Doughnut was first spotted a few days into us moving into our new house, we assumed he was the first resident of the new house since he seemed to know every nook and cranny that we didn’t know existed…until of course he disappeared into them! He was of average size, the usual 1.5 inches and was more of an athletic roach, leaping over the mothers feet and jumping off the kitchen counter and scurrying off at 180km/h when the lights were suddenly switched on during a nightly stroll to the fridge! But doughnuts true strength lay in his ability to fly! Oh yes ladies and gentleman, Doughnut was one of them flying cockroaches…

You know how unnerving it is when you encounter a flying roach?!?! I have seen many a grown man, flail his arms and writhe his body in terror when a flyer decides to land upon them…I myself have had a few of these mini-monstrosities perch on me and send me into the famed anti-roach dance!!! you know how iiiky it is when they fly straight at you…wings beating, altitude rising and falling most unpredictably!!!  Its horrifying!!! and that stupid head-turning move EVERYONE does to save themselves from being face-landed!!! you know….seconds before impact, you freeze, hold your ground and simply raise your hands feebly and turn your head away so you don’t see the roach eye to eye before he lands in your hair, scurries through it, on to your neck, down your back and then flies out from under your shirt like a bat out of hell?!?!…god!!!! i hate that!!!! and what’s worse is all you do is scream the words over and over again “aaaaaargh…get it off get it off get it off” Its borderline pathetic but its the truth…and if you claim you have NEVER done the same, well….your a fucking liar!!! :p

So…as hard as it is to intercept these flying fiends, it IS possible, a well aimed book, or any other swatting instrument can be used against all such airborne insectofreaks; all except doughnut! recently during an encounter i found “him” perched atop my bookshelf dandying up his antennae (i assume he had a roach party to attend) anyways upon seeing me doughnut froze, undid his hidden wings and prepared to take flight, I swiftly reached for the closest book “aerodynamics for beginners” (No pun intended) and swung at doughnut a few feet into his flight…and imagine the shock-horror i got! You see, Unknown to me this flying critter was the fucking ace of fly school, Top gun material, bloody cockroach captain of the fleet!!!  He anticipated my swing, dove, twisted and did a barrel roll before climbing vertically upwards (much like those Suhkoi fighters do) and disappeared into one of those fore mentioned nooks only roaches know exist!!! I lay stood there, stunned and speechless at what had just happened and went about my day knowing that doughnut had won the battle…wings down!!!

Of course there’s no point telling this story unless I tell you how doughnut got his name…so…I have this habit of watching movies on my beloved computer, seated on a mattress surrounded by pillows with something to munch on while the movie plays…usually its mixture, often biscuits, on this fateful day it was a doughnut…so here i am watching some random movie, when the phone rings (as it always will when your watching a movie) so i answer the phone, faithfully take down whatever message is given (I don’t get calls since I’m an anti-social-blogger-geek) and went back to my movie, only to find my doughnut missing…ok…so it wasn’t a whole doughnut, it wasn’t even half, I’d say it was about a quarter of a doughnut but it was a big bloody doughnut to begin with and it going missing was an issue to say the least! So i looked about thinking i had left it somewhere in my haste to answer the phone but i couldn’t find my quart of a doughnut…and that’s when i saw him…the damn roach crawling very much slower than usual to a miniscule gap between the bookshelf and the wall…as i continued to watch in horror “he” got partially wedged in this space, wriggled and writhed a tad and disappeared into the darkness behind the bookshelf! Now I’m no idiot…there was no way a bloody roach ate the whole damn quarter of the doughnut right?!?! but when i took a closer look at the gap it was positively, undoubtedly smeared with chocolate icing from MY doughnut!!! I kid you not!!! this is the truth and i shall swear by this in a court of law…that bleeding roach stole/ate/vaporised/transformed my quarter of doughnut that freaky Friday!!!

There however had been days when I got the better of doughnut…once i hit him in a swift sideswipe with a slipper and made him spin across the floor…he came to a stop after hitting a chair leg, he lay there a while with his precious wings strewn clumsily about, but almost as soon as he stopped he righted his wares, twitched his antennae and ran off at 160km/h towards some unseen haven he knew of! Another time the mother managed to blast him with a spray of mortein but I assume he didn’t get hit right coz he dove into the sink (probably washed the stinging bug-spray off himself) and reappeared a few days later after his “sick leave” in the bathroom!!! much to everyone’s dismay!

Doughnut is living proof that roaches were here before us, will live amongst us, and will survive us after we nuke each other to kingdom come!!! I for one have given up on trying to get rid of him, and in all honesty i don’t bother to clean up scraps of food in my room anymore…after all…doughnut does all the work and in a twisted way its like doing a good deed…feeding the household cockroach!!! And i swear after i stopped trying to kill him, he stopped flying at me and pulling them bloody maverick-fly-boy moves on me!!! he even has the decency to hide when we have guests…now if that isn’t being considerate…i don’t know what it!!!

Aiyo!!! Just when I thought i had it all figured out, fate had to come bounding up to me and kick me in the shin!!! Its bloody Murphy’s law I tell you…The plan was to Work during the days, swim during the evenings, watch a movie at night, go to bed at decent hour and repeat the cycle as required. Off days would be spent amongst the closest of friends, bitching about their latest love interests and trying to fix each other the perfect drink! And maybe going on a date or two with the new found gorgeousness!!!

But oh noooo….the perils of the modern world and the rumble of the rat race just HAS to kick in…so to speak…Civil Aviation exam application closing date on the 16th of October, Candidates list out on the 4th? of November, and D-day on the 13th of that month…and WHY do they HAVE to set the date for the 13th?!?! that’s just cruel…I mean seeing that my life is governed by the likes of Murphy’s law I’m guessing the superstition angle will come into play and I’ll screw up right at the start!!!! It’ll be like slipping, tripping an falling at the starting blocks!!! *sigh* why me?!?!?

Now the mad scientist must once again emerge like Mr.Hyde after the juice, and shove his head back in the books that were neatly (and i mean NEATLY) stacked away!!! Short notes filed and hidden in drawers must be retrieved, notepads must be dissected to pick out the relevant info and the computer must stop the mass-movie-downloading and restart the researching!!!

Movie dates will have to be cancelled, Nice reads will have to be bookmarked and kept aside for a later date and don’t even get me started on the party situ! This is a nightmare!!! *hysterical blonde look*

Remember remember the 4th of November, the candidates list and the fears,

The fucking exams and the traffic jams in which I shall sit and cram,

Shitty Hydraulics, worse off electrics and the occasional pneumatic scare,

At the end of the day I shall weep, wail, and say “why the fuck did I fall for the planes?!?!

No I didn’t go…api happening naha ney…but seriously how was it? tell! tell! tell! I had half a heart to go, but then Saturday was shaping up to be really damn busy and I was shape eke chicken to go socialize without a wingman / sidewoman so I decided to go home, and blog about it! Of course the venue seemed slightly cliche (no offence aney!!!) but then again maybe its turning out to be a bit of a tradition…which would be rather nice noh? oh well…what to do…maybe next time! but someone who went…seriously…post about what it was like…Is Lady Divine a total babe???? heheh *ducks to avoid LD’s slipper hitting him bang-smack-in-his-face* and who got totally drunk and made an ass of themselves in my absence? were there like open-mic-reading-thingies? was the place decorated?!?! ooooh…I should have gone noh! *whine grumble bitch*

No I wasn’t tagged ( no one loves me! ) but you just cant keep a love fool from a post like this; So here I am with my two sense take on love…

“Love…is a motherf***er” – Snoop Doggy Dog. The End.

Hahaha….ok ok…I kid! I kid! But then again how does one start a post on something as profound, awe inspiring, and as whole as love? Poets, bards, lovers, legends, sinners and saints all had their share to say on love and now its the poor Kaisers turn…

Love. Love is everything that St Paul said it was in his letter to the Corinthians; coming from an agnostic such as myself that says a lot I guess. Love is everything good in this world. it is a walk on the beach or the sound of the stars on a cool dark night. Love is as cheesy as a song request on the radio or as extravagant as flowers flown in from Germany for valentines day! It is a first date kiss or a diamond ring on your one year anniversary! Love is everything they say it is and so much more.

It is the warm and calming feeling you get when your world is in ruins and that special someone puts their arms around you and holds you, telling you without words that everything will be just fine.

It is the screams, squeals, and peels of laughter as you sit at home watching “How I met your mother” together. And the quiet hand holding that goes on during mushy scenes of any movie you see as a couple.

Love is a night of wild partying, with too much whiskey and wine, lotsa dancing, and a hour spent on the floor of the girls bathroom holding someone’s hair from falling their face as they wretch out everything they had to eat or drink during the course of that eventful day, and the drive back home where you tolerate the profanity for taking them home early! :p

Love is flowers on your birthday when your boyfriend doesn’t bother or a backup date to watch a movie when you cant find anyone to save you from your latest admirer!!

Love is a short text message that says “wake up you loser i miss you” or a missed call during a interview; Love is also, occasionally a semi-cracked-egg thrown at you with a scream of “If you love me you’ll catch it”

Love is all about keeping promises, trusting each other, and supporting each other through think and thin. It is also speaking the cold, harsh truth, and hanging up the phone when you know enough has been said. it is knowing the difference between being busy and being ignored and it is trying your utmost, level best not to let that special someone down, even if it means bailing on the boys and three bottles of Bacardi!!!

Love is definitely sharing your smoothie and tolerating the 3/4’s of your missing chocolate cake because certain people are on a diet and cant have their own! and I’m not entirely sure but I think love is ordering stuff you hate just to let the other person pick off your plate as you know they will!!!

Love is being able to call someone a whore-tart without hurting their feelings and being bitten till you bleed (just a little) for saying such things!! Love is MSN conversations peppered with profanity, that last for hours, that mostly involve the both of you bitching about each other and love is definitely a few hundred photo uploads on facebook!!!

Love is holding someone around their waist coz you know they love it and kissing them at every given opportunity! (sometimes one must “create” the opportunity but after that its still technically a “given” opportunity- just to clarify) It is holding hands even if its slightly embarrassing and nuzzling and cuddling when your sure no ones watching!!!  (you can do all this in public but then chances are your friends will very loudly ask you to “get a room” ) It is running your hands through her long, straight hair and telling her how gorgeous she is! or complimenting her good looks with exactly the same enthusiasm and honesty as you did the very first day you hit on her!

Love is a hicky, a single short kiss on the neck, a hour long make out session and a quick kiss of acknowledgement when you rest your head on her shoulder and look at her with puppy dog eyes!!! (love is also taking off your long pointy bloody earrings for fear of blinding your boyfriend as he busies himself showering you with kisses!)

Love is being seated in front of the very first row at the Majestic Cinema so you two can be just so much more closer to each other and going there to watch some gawd-awful chick-flick coz she’s dying to see it on big screen!!! (love is also scrunching up together coz its so damned cold right up front at MC)

Love is about sobbing inconsolably for half a day when you said goodbye at the airport and the months  of agony that followed. Love is what causes that lump in your throat when she says its over and letting her go, nicely, after its all said and done. love is forgiving each other for everything and having the courtesy and maturity to check up on each other once in a while and love is most certainly being happy for each other when your hear that the ex’s latest relationship is a totally rocking one!

Love is memories in a box – entrance tickets, a few posing pictures, a dried up flower, lotsa of love notes and a old scribbling pad with her name psychotically written over and over and over again!!!

Love is pure. pacifying. poetic. and above all…perfect.

I wake up at the ass-crack of dawn, sit myself down at my desk and start filling in worksheets like my life depended on them. Carried out this inspection, installed that part, no defects found, task carried out successfully, found satisfactory, etc etc etc! I hate doing paperwork but here I am. even before the sun thinks its time to get out there…dutifully doing my paperwork. yes! Its part of getting my license and moving up in life but I like my life the way it is now…its simple, uncomplicated and carefree. Why then do i bother with the worksheets in the first place?!?!?

I’m so under paid its probably a crime, but there I am sweat dripping off my forehead, fingers sore from twisting them into unseen places (on aircraft you perves), I bleed from tiny cuts I get from work and cringe during my hot even showers as the grease and grim are scrubbed from my scratches, and I’m over worked to say the least!!! But if left alone – far from the agonizing monotonous rants of my retarded executive-in-charge, you’ll find me humming some popish song and smiling to myself coz I’m happy. Here and now.

I used to crave “the life” with the continuous happening parties and the even-more-happening people, with the free flowing whiskey and the trippy foreign girls, the poolside make outs and the beach hut one night stands, but now the Friday nights spent at home watching some cheesy movie I downloaded off Torrents and sleeping at 9pm seems like the “Real deal” No hangovers, no messed up biological clock, less drama and more time to read those books i bought but never read!

And my city….how i used to love the city…the lights, the smells, the 2am kottu, and the lazy coffee stop afternoons, the endless options of places to hang out and the trishaw rides from A to Z!!! But now you’ll find me walking a half a mile to nearest boutique, listening to the distant rumble of the Indian ocean and stopping occasionally to see the fish in the stream pop to the surface for a quick gulp of air!

A few months back I would have died to be going out with her, but now i can hardly remember her cell phone number! I craved, wanted and thought i needed to be with a person, who now is someone I randomly miss and talk to even less! It saddens me in a sense, but is also very soothing to know that i haven’t out lived my singledom.

I wanted to go abroad, see the world, change my name, go bungee jumping, drink sake, buy a huge 1300cc motorcycle, work for a few dozen little airlines that would let me fly on board every single day as a flight engineer and have someone to call at the end of the day to tell them all about things and yet…here i am without any of those things happy as can be!

And I wonder…what is wrong with me? my cant i have one, proper, steady, focus. why do i crave a glorious luxurious life one day and want to live the life of a beach bum the next? Its complicated i tell myself. confusing to say the least…but on the other hand its really quite simple.

and that is the contrast that i am. this is me.

Ok…so I’ve always known the friends were absolute, total, complete drunks but this is taking things too far…organising a Raaa party!!?! heheh…gawd!!!…*grins happily*

Night shift in less than three hours and I haven’t slept as much as I should have, add to that, the Raa party is happening tomorrow straight after I get off from work and we’re bound to see toku-man the drunk superhero who surfaces when the Kaiser is copiously drunk!!!

On a high note i don’t think the schedule said anything about an aircraft actually being in the hangar when i get in, and if i read it right (which i somehow doubt i have) it said the work starts at 5am…so i guess i can go to work at 7:30pm today, change, have dinner, sleep till 4:30am tomorrow and bullshit till the next shift team rolls in at 7:30am on Sunday!!!! yay!!! Sounds like a plan!!!

No…nothing creative or hilarious to blog about today, but then again there used to be a time, in a place where dragons ruled, where i used to blog about everything, from the ants lining up in my room, to the hoty living next door and that used to be fun…*sigh* How life boxes us up and forces us to run the rat race!!! *bad bad life…go to the corner*

Btw…what does one take to a Raa party?!?!? there’s half a dead piggy, and some over spiced manioc, and i heard someone screaming about MSG (ajinomoto) loaded chick peas…so I’m lost for ideas!!!! And how is raa anyways??? last time i had some was about 10 years ago and it wasn’t that good…tasted a bit like vinegar but apparently thats when its over fermented and old!!! does one get smashed on raaaa *concerned look* Running around screaming toku-man is one thing…passing out and being hid in a bush on the shores of Uswetakeiyawa is another!!! Oh well…guess we’ll find out soon enough!!!!

Well alarm sounds…night shift and raa party…here i come…*prays*..please god please make the plane in the hangar disappear till 5am tomorrow!!!!

Ps. Raaa = Apparently alcoholic beverage made from something from the coconut tree by doing something which involves a “kaley” (Something like a clay pot) oooh…oooh…and irritable old men who walk from tree to tree using ropes tied between two trees!!! Sorry…i have NO idea what I’m getting into…more details tomorrow…oh good god i hope raa party isn’t code for “we’re getting a few bottles of Kasippu for experimental purposes”

Kasippu = moonshine, made from rotten fruit, dead lizards, battery acid, batteries, the torch that held the batteries, dead gangsters toe nails, barbed wire, welding rods, pieces of the welding plant and water drained from a kottu-kade sink!!!!

*sigh* one….two…three…drink!!!!!!!!!!!

Its not everyday you wake up laughing! No i don’t mean waking up with a smile on your face, or laughing a few minutes after waking up…oh no!…I mean waking up coz your actually laughing in your sleep and your laughter wakes you up!!!!

I don’t dream often, i mean i might but i rarely remember what i dreamt of…i have vague idea’s of the basic plot but its very very rarely that the Kaiser recalls the plot, the characters AND the scenery of a dream!!!!

They say you can analyse your sub conscience mind or thoughts or whatever by what you dream…so…analyze this fellow Freud’s!!!

The Setting starts with me drinking and laughing in a dim lit room with a few of my closest friends, its like a club atmosphere but more intimate, not so gaudy and loud….think the VIP room of former Onyx (what the hell is it called now?!?! they changed the name so many times i really don’t remember) with only a low thud of techno and more conversation! We talk of how well the alms giving went…our little good deed for the day, how the old man thanked us and how happy the three kids looked as we handed them their dessert bowls! and then we laugh about how lucky we were NOT to get caught…apparently in this twisted little dream of mine our Alms giving was given using stolen money!!!! and i don’t mean the usual vesak hoodwink where you collect 1.2 lakhs and spend just 1.1 on the “daaney” i mean we – meaning the friends and i had collected the mother load!!! Thus the VIP-ish celebration party! I assume we had successfully robbed a bank or something on those lines!!!! *shudder*

Then we start bugging a fellow criminal about how gay he looks until he gets frothing wild at us, takes a huge swig of booze and storms off only to return with two exotic dancers (NOT strippers) who proceed to grind and tease and dance about to the tunes of a song i can hum right now but cant recall the name!!!

Then there’s a lapse in my memory or my dream-plot has a few loop holes…anyways in the next scene another clique of friends, including less of the criminal “company” are at some nice, big beach enjoying the view and sipping on cocktails with Umbrellas and all! Think Hikka during a normal day – not beachfest! everything is laid back and relaxed and there’s a very trippy atmosphere to things! Girls clad in colourful  sarongs and us guys are in linen shirts!!! *LOL*

I’m with a former crush….someone who i haven’t thought of in AGES! (i haven’t!!!!) and we’re laughing about how complicated things were between us and that we SO should have just gotten together back then to avoid this “awkward” moment now! she tells me that i am so perfect for her that not getting together was a mistake blah blah blah so i ask her out and *bam* we’re the newest couple in town!!!

Then i see a beach buggy driving down the beach and guess who it is…its a taking monkey!!!! I kid you not!!! A TALKING MONKEY!?!?! (who dreams of talking monkey’s?!?!?) Anyways the monkey tells us that the cops are looking for us and that He will help us out for a price, we agree and everyone runs off to collect our belongings and stash from the hotels rooms!!! At this point i swear i felt all tense and worried…just as if i were awake!!! I feel the panic and the tension and everything is a blur…

Memory-lapse-dream-loop-hole again….and were flying away in a Maldivian Air Taxi Red Sea plane…i can see the cops storming the hotel and swarms of policemen searching the area!!! I look to the Cockpit and its the Monkey!!! The talking monkey can pilot a sea plane!!! I laugh…I’m thinking to myself…WTF?!?!A talking monkey who flies?!?! what sort of a twisted stupid dream is this…!?!? and a laugh…i laugh and laugh and the crush is gripping my arm as she steadies herself after laughing and then my phone rings…i hear my ringtone…19-2000 by the Gorillaz….only its part of the dream the phone really ISNT ringing…and i know it…just milliseconds before i wake up…laughing!!!!

So my personal opinion on the whole thing…I’m clinically insane, I’m losing it and have mere days before the talking monkey reappears in my dreams and tells me to kill a whole load of people or something like that!!! *sigh* But…at least I’ll wake up laughing!!!!

In my short and illustrious life i have never seen a recession, my parents have, my grandparents most certainly have but for me its a whole new experience. I hear that its the worst my industry has ever seen but with nothing to personally weigh it against I’m not entirely sure  what that means! Apparently job cuts and retrenching is the “normal” thing to do and when we do start to bounce back from rock bottom all employers will be forgiven for their slashing, cutting , limiting, and curtailing of every conceivable cost in a bid to preserve profits and/or minimize massive losses.

But at what cost exactly? I don’t see how the actions of certain companies in the playing field are going to gain from their hasty, short term recession control plans. Ok, so the immediate impulse is to cut costs wherever possible, for an airline this includes technical crew, maintenance staff, cabin crew, catering, and a few other dozen services. but does indiscriminate job cutting and curtailing really benefit the company? In my case it makes very little sense to spend a small fortune training staff to achieve a certain standard and then laying them off or forcing them into minimum wage, perk-less positions with the “recession” as your convenient excuse!

I believe that company loyalty and attitudes play a fairly bigger role when considering matters of this nature. Pissed off employees working with million dollar aircraft is not a scenario any airline wants to have, employees waiting for an way out isn’t the best work culture either! and turning a stable, formerly reputable, company into a place to “get experience and get out” is just a crying shame!

I guess this is what happens when accountants rule the roost! and when profits are placed far above all other priorities! It saddens me to think that even in a industry such as Aviation where employees are normally passionate and proud individuals who truly do what they do merely for the pleasure it brings them, that poor management decisions and short sighted goals can force them to “cut and run”

As a country I’m not sure if the mass exodus this period has brought upon us is as bad as it seems. employees leaving the national airlines to find jobs elsewhere such as the middle east cant be as bad as it sounds when you think about the foreign income it should bring! but then again what happens to the aviation industry here when everyone wants to just pack up and leave???

I’m no economist and my knowledge of management principles is limited to a few modular exams here and there but from where i’m standing the biggest problem the recession brought about wasn’t a sharp drop in profits but rather a surge of discontent that will leave the industry in this country high and dry for a few long years after the recession has receded!

* For my friends flying off to Oman, Dubai and Abu Dhabi. Blue skies boys! Here’s wishing you guys all the very best and hope the sheiks will give you wealth beyond your wildest dreams and those type approvals you truly deserve! Cheers!

As an only child I’ve never had a problem with being alone. One of the best perks of being an uno-offspring is the silence one grows accustom to over the years! An empty, quiet, house doesn’t bother me…Rather I find it soothing to know that I’m alone and that I won’t be bothered by nagging parents or noisy siblings! I rather like the “sound” of silence! The beating of a fan, the soft hum of the computer as it downloads a whole queue of Torrents, and the occasional cricket (insect NOT the game) I tolerate for a while before squishing its chirpy existence if it’s in an excessively happy-horny mood! (That IS why they do the noisy-chirpy-thingy yes?) I do believe that I’m happiest when left alone in silence, to toy with my thoughts, and stuff myself with finger food! (Left over fried chicken being today’s dish of delight)

But since a few days ago…my silent solitude is shattered by the grating noise of hymns being broadcast over loudspeaker 24 hours a day!!!! I mean it sucks for a heretic like myself to be stuck in an overly devout neighborhood such as this, but having to put up with the noise is just too much!!! I mean its one thing to be asked by old ladies why you don’t show up in church on Sunday – Even though the church is just at the top of your lane/100meters away…but it’s another thing completely, to be rudely awakened by “songs of salvation” at the ass-crack of dawn!!!

I don’t get religion! I never really have! It’s like a ritual more than anything and some of the worst people I know are avid churchgoers! So forgive my blasphemy!!! And religion nowadays is just psychotic!!! It’s all Jihad and Sunday to church-Monday to brothel so I think my own little “you reap what you sow” religion/moral code is the best bet…even if it spells hell-doom-damnation for a baptized catholic like me!!!

But why on gods green earth must all religions blare over loudspeakers??? Are people really that detached from their gods that religious leaders have to force them to hear the good word of the lord through the disturbing distortion of a loudspeaker??? It’s really fucking beyond me!!!!

And its not that I hate hymns either…I quite liked sitting in a church listening to “soul sounds” and the Bishopian choir is pretty damn awesome as well but this shit I’m hearing is like the devils version of church-music!!! It’s vile!!!!

So I’m picturing me climbing the mini-tower where the loudspeaker is hung and cutting a few meters of wire length – just so they’d have to go to the trouble of getting a whole new wire to get their system back online! I’m sure it’ll be seen to promptly but at least I’d have a few hours of quiet to keep my sliver of sanity in check! The thought of killing the damned pastor did cross my mind but I’m sure I’d have a problem getting through the pearly gates with that on my deeds list! My excuse for cutting the wires would be to save a starving child but I haven’t figured out the intricacies as yet!!!

So dear reader (yes I made it singular so it would be more personal and you might actually feel a bond between us) please pray for the deliverance of my mortal soul and ask the good father above not to strike me dead as I scale the tower!!! It’s not that I’m evil or possessed or anything like that…the noise is just too much to bear…I mean its not even nice to listen to…hmmm….come to think of it…what would happen if some deranged atheist psychopath were to rewire the hymn-live-wire to play Led Zeppelin over the system…after all “stairway to heaven” DOES have the word heaven in it!!! How fucking religious is that!!!! *grins* well…gotta go my lovelies! Need to find my cutting pliers and that cheap cassette player I had lying around…these people should get a taste of their own medicine…after all my morals do go along the lines of “you get what you give”!!!!