A Temporary Respite

_{Adieu (1993) by Jean-Pierre Perreault; Photo: Michael Slobodian; © Michael Slobodian}

A few days ago I read a post from a fellow blogger (Mangimosbi) about “A guide to wasting time at work“. I left a comment there about how I was guilty of some of the items in that list. Seems my sins have finally caught up with me.

For I can see the healthy glint of cold steel of the guillotine through the bars of this prison. I can not miss the incessant stares of fellow inmates and their soft whispered conversations about my predicament. Although there is no direct mention of my pending demise, it still lurks beneath the spoken words.

By the time you find this note, the silent echoes of the blade bearing down the chopping block would have long faded. The blood on the executioner’s robe would have long dried black.

For I write this in the 11th hour of my life behind these walls. The fading glow of a dying candle throws long ghostly shadows on the grimy walls. Dancing to the silent beat of the flickering flame as I try to pen my adieu to you all.

Despite the bleak situation, its respite and freedom for me. But still a return I promise you. Like Gandolf from the Grey to the White. (Well, maybe not exactly to such an extent).

Here now I sit and ponder.

To be or not to be?
That is DEFINITELY NOT the question.

To go out with a whimper or
To go out with a BANG!

Now that!
THAT is the question.

Peace Y’all.

::sja::

Found a Rat in me Inbox

This morning I found another rat in my inbox. That’s right. A dirty rat.

Clocked in, logged in and clicked my inbox and there it was. Disfigured from continuous flogging by the different inboxes and email clients it saw on its way to my mailbox. Large, smelly, taking up space and simply being an inconvenience.

Yesterday afternoon it sneaked in, disguised as a toddler who was dying from Leukemia, playing its twisted tongue on the emotions and gullibility of people - one who so happened to have my email address and decided to forward it to me, so that AOL can give 5 cents to the medical expanse of that “poor kid”.
Dirty Rat!

On other occasions, its some stupid Good luck charm that has been passed around the world for the last 50 to 100 odd f#*king years.
Dirty Rat!

This morning, it read “Do you love this guy?” The body of the email had an image of an Anglo-Saxon “Jesus”. The conclusion of these emails is always the same. “If you love Jesus, Pass this on to 10 people or more.”

And if I don’t? I face eternal damnation in Hell, right?
And if I don’t, it means I do not love Jesus, right? Come ooofff it.
You don’t win souls by annoying the f#*k out of somebody?

If going to Heaven was this easy, why do I have to go to church and weather the monotony of another robotic recital of chants of “Hail Mary’s”? Might as well buy a computer, hook it up to the internet, start sending shiitloads of these emails to everybody in my contact list for my ticket to Heaven. Eazy Peazy? Tell me about another way you can get your neighbour to love you.

Dirty Rats! That’s what these emails are.

Dirty Rats!

I swear, from now on if I receive another such email, I am blocking that person from emailing me again. Be they friend of foe!

::sja::

An Addendum

There are also hoax emails that get passed around about virus scares and free gifts, etc. You might want to check out these links to verify the authenticity of these emails before you pass it on to your contacts.

• Snopes.com
• Snopes.com - Inboxer Rebellion
• Urban Legends, Folklore and Netlore

::sja::

STORMS: Super Team 2007

 

_{image courtesy of ABC online (01/10/07)}

Whoo hoo.

After a disappointing conclusion to last year’s battle, they returned this year with all barrels blazing to take out the NRL premiership for 2007. Its two times for them now within their decade of being in the NRL competition.

The Sea Eagles unfortunately did not get to study their weather charts well and lost their way into the eye of the perfect Storm. The Storms spared them mercy and knocked the wind out of them with a blizzard of tries.

But from the outset, it did not seem as if the Sea Eagles lost their way at all. It was more of a case where their efforts to counter the attacks of the Storms simply fell short of its intended mark. The same could be said of Cameron Smith’s conversion kicks. (I bet people would start blaming sorcery and sanguma if it was a local match hehehe) .

I savored the moment, being a die hard Melbourne Storm fan but I have to admit(guiltily) that I would have preferred a cliff-hanger battle than a one sided affair. The victory would have been sweeter.

But still, it feels good to be on the winning side.

You watched History in the making:
Did you know, that by winning the Grand Final, the Storms 24 wins in one season sees them as the only team to pull something like this off in 100 years of Rugby League history….

Ooooohhhh yeah!

::sja::

:: AN ADDENDUM::

Something worth mentioning that sent me reeling

During the presentation did any of you notice when Ben Cross (or was is Brent White?) who reached over to have a peck on John Howard’s cheek? Mr. Howard had to recoil… haha… it was hillarious