Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Take out your machetes
It had been a tumultuous 2 weeks for the Duff.
It started out with him realising that even with his very marketable skills in the slave industry, he was soon to be out of a slave job. It was no shock. In fact, it gave him impetus to take a step towards the next stage of his short life. More on that later.
When he found out that he was to be let go soon enough, his slave master started looking out for another back-breaking position for him to fill within the same slave house, as the slave masters recognised his ingenuity and slave-drive. There were 3 positions opened to him. The ideal one was quickly filled by someone fresh from a local slave training camp. The other 2 positions, while not so ideal, afforded him a stable pittance. One was a job in another corner of the slave house, with a bastard for a slave master. The Duff would have been learning much, and although very menial work, was more interesting than the other post. That one encompassed him doing the same nonsense he has had his nose in all year, but for another slave room. Also with a slave master who was old and bitchy. There he would not have learnt anything, and even had to do things against his mild mannered nature, like down grog with people he didn't like, and yet had to smile at.
Not much of a choice, but as a contingency, he chose the 2nd post. Learning new stuff would at least take some of the dreariness off his mind.
This past weekend, during his short stint away from the slave house, The Duff went for a course that taught him skills in another industry. While it offered no regular pittance, and no career, it was an industry that caught his attention since he was but a lad. The volatility and liquidity lit a sparkle in his eyes. He is now determined, more than ever, to run away from the slave house and toil in this new endeavour, much as it would break his family's hearts.
It will be an uphill battle. It would be a David and Goliath epic. The Duff may crash and burn spectacularly like the Hindenburg. He may stand and face the elements like the Great Wall.
The Truth is yet to come. And yet he is his Truth. The Paradoxical cycle turns a revolution once more.
It started out with him realising that even with his very marketable skills in the slave industry, he was soon to be out of a slave job. It was no shock. In fact, it gave him impetus to take a step towards the next stage of his short life. More on that later.
When he found out that he was to be let go soon enough, his slave master started looking out for another back-breaking position for him to fill within the same slave house, as the slave masters recognised his ingenuity and slave-drive. There were 3 positions opened to him. The ideal one was quickly filled by someone fresh from a local slave training camp. The other 2 positions, while not so ideal, afforded him a stable pittance. One was a job in another corner of the slave house, with a bastard for a slave master. The Duff would have been learning much, and although very menial work, was more interesting than the other post. That one encompassed him doing the same nonsense he has had his nose in all year, but for another slave room. Also with a slave master who was old and bitchy. There he would not have learnt anything, and even had to do things against his mild mannered nature, like down grog with people he didn't like, and yet had to smile at.
Not much of a choice, but as a contingency, he chose the 2nd post. Learning new stuff would at least take some of the dreariness off his mind.
This past weekend, during his short stint away from the slave house, The Duff went for a course that taught him skills in another industry. While it offered no regular pittance, and no career, it was an industry that caught his attention since he was but a lad. The volatility and liquidity lit a sparkle in his eyes. He is now determined, more than ever, to run away from the slave house and toil in this new endeavour, much as it would break his family's hearts.
It will be an uphill battle. It would be a David and Goliath epic. The Duff may crash and burn spectacularly like the Hindenburg. He may stand and face the elements like the Great Wall.
The Truth is yet to come. And yet he is his Truth. The Paradoxical cycle turns a revolution once more.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Path of No Resistance
The Duff has finally discovered the reason for his mental drought and resulting absence here.
It has been long known that humankind thrives on misery. That's why poets and singers emerge from war torn countries, painters from poor backgrounds, out of this world theories from sleep-ravaged minds of exam-stressed students(donaq.blogspot.com), and conversely rich, fat ass brats are empty hulls.
The Duff has been lazing for the past 3 weeks, enjoying life at its best, eating, sleeping, chit-chatting with his old platoon mates while in reservist camp. Not only that, the week after his release, it was a week spattered with holidays, therefore prolonging his tenure away from the slave camp.
He just went back today. And he put in a solid piece of effort into his work. And all these thoughts assailed his feeble mind. Hence this post.
That is the Truth.
It has been long known that humankind thrives on misery. That's why poets and singers emerge from war torn countries, painters from poor backgrounds, out of this world theories from sleep-ravaged minds of exam-stressed students(donaq.blogspot.com), and conversely rich, fat ass brats are empty hulls.
The Duff has been lazing for the past 3 weeks, enjoying life at its best, eating, sleeping, chit-chatting with his old platoon mates while in reservist camp. Not only that, the week after his release, it was a week spattered with holidays, therefore prolonging his tenure away from the slave camp.
He just went back today. And he put in a solid piece of effort into his work. And all these thoughts assailed his feeble mind. Hence this post.
That is the Truth.
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