Saturday, December 27, 2008
A BIT OF A TIME OFF
A BIT OF A TIME OFF: IF ONLY TO SMELL THE FLOWERS, HEAR THE BIRDS, SMELL THE CRISP MORNING AIR OR SIMPLY MULLING OVER – EVEN SO – MAKE THEY HAPPEN.
Exactly the words, none additional to the little statement above or no appendages necessary, all the while talking about dangdut makes papalados more of a lecherous character whence what is really happening is despite the little narratives told. He is actually stuck at home mostly, resulting from the adverse direct spiraling downwards prices of commodities worldwide mainly sawit- being the case. Per se the dangdut stories are all stale, conjured up from nocturnal outings at least six months or a year old. Even then they were sporadic and not frequent- the ramblings that were. Loneliness can be gripping yet one can not really complain for it just came to be, inexorably that is, the quaint effects of living in the urban jungle along with its infamous covenants, calloused and unfeeling, unlike kampong or village life where genuine neighborliness and kinship are still pretty much palpable. Within a housing area- itself, has its minutiae aberrations where double storey link dwellers could not really mix with the semi detached occupants, the quintessential notions of ‘class’ that actually separates them. Not actually asked the conceptions were but they just happened. And people, mysteriously, just act accordingly not that they want to but that was how things are or so it seems. Similarly, old schoolmates too are infected with the same affliction, before everybody wears the same clothes, the ubiquitous school uniform now some are donning potent corporate suits while a good number dresses down to earth displaying cheap off the shelves casio watches around their wrists. They are all wallowing in their little niches in life having arrived at their respective spots from their own ephemeral life journeys, their given ‘classes’ in life. Some may dispute the term ‘given’ since they had actually exhausted more of their ‘all’ to reach where they are but if God may be invoked due to his ‘miniscule’ assistance along the way, it could be a bit more politically correct perhaps to concur that The Almighty had quite ordained everything had not he. On the other hand substantial interplays between classes of people have only been more, token- like than significant. Most like what they are seeing and would not want to rock the proverbial boats even though at times they are in collusion with whatever’s that can be construed as being unwitting partners to acts of petty tyranny by the untoothsome Big Bro. We all know our places or so it seems and things that were before should stay where they are, if not for reasons of nostalgia only. Howbeit papalados is in a class of his own- the dangdut class- where life’s insignificant interactions albeit microcosmically are being worked out all the more. Where the more money you have the more desirable GROs you can dance with, who needs be lonely then, even so, he is quite broke but who cares anyway. Only The Mightiest and The Grandest Entity in the universe is not all swayed by ‘class’, alongside positively discriminating the most virtuous among his subjects specifically. Subhaanallah.
Exactly the words, none additional to the little statement above or no appendages necessary, all the while talking about dangdut makes papalados more of a lecherous character whence what is really happening is despite the little narratives told. He is actually stuck at home mostly, resulting from the adverse direct spiraling downwards prices of commodities worldwide mainly sawit- being the case. Per se the dangdut stories are all stale, conjured up from nocturnal outings at least six months or a year old. Even then they were sporadic and not frequent- the ramblings that were. Loneliness can be gripping yet one can not really complain for it just came to be, inexorably that is, the quaint effects of living in the urban jungle along with its infamous covenants, calloused and unfeeling, unlike kampong or village life where genuine neighborliness and kinship are still pretty much palpable. Within a housing area- itself, has its minutiae aberrations where double storey link dwellers could not really mix with the semi detached occupants, the quintessential notions of ‘class’ that actually separates them. Not actually asked the conceptions were but they just happened. And people, mysteriously, just act accordingly not that they want to but that was how things are or so it seems. Similarly, old schoolmates too are infected with the same affliction, before everybody wears the same clothes, the ubiquitous school uniform now some are donning potent corporate suits while a good number dresses down to earth displaying cheap off the shelves casio watches around their wrists. They are all wallowing in their little niches in life having arrived at their respective spots from their own ephemeral life journeys, their given ‘classes’ in life. Some may dispute the term ‘given’ since they had actually exhausted more of their ‘all’ to reach where they are but if God may be invoked due to his ‘miniscule’ assistance along the way, it could be a bit more politically correct perhaps to concur that The Almighty had quite ordained everything had not he. On the other hand substantial interplays between classes of people have only been more, token- like than significant. Most like what they are seeing and would not want to rock the proverbial boats even though at times they are in collusion with whatever’s that can be construed as being unwitting partners to acts of petty tyranny by the untoothsome Big Bro. We all know our places or so it seems and things that were before should stay where they are, if not for reasons of nostalgia only. Howbeit papalados is in a class of his own- the dangdut class- where life’s insignificant interactions albeit microcosmically are being worked out all the more. Where the more money you have the more desirable GROs you can dance with, who needs be lonely then, even so, he is quite broke but who cares anyway. Only The Mightiest and The Grandest Entity in the universe is not all swayed by ‘class’, alongside positively discriminating the most virtuous among his subjects specifically. Subhaanallah.
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