Archive for November, 2008

Muscular Atrophy.

November 25, 2008

who knew that I could walk for nearly 20 kilometres non-stop?

who knew that I could emerge from a forest without getting kissed by mosquitoes?

who knew that I could do all that jazz while I was sick with a mild fever?

who knew that my muscles could ache so badly?

geez. I need a goddamn wheelchair.

“When all is said and done, killing my mother came easily.”

November 18, 2008

And with that very sentence, Alice Sebold swept me away into her tale, The Almost Moon, about the obsessive relationship between a mother and her daughter.

As the dust of my exams have settled, I have been blessed with some quiet time. And so, I’ve been doing some reading.

Yes, I may seem like a social creature who loves to be surrounded by people, but when it comes down to it, I truly like being alone. I like to fix my own lunch, and hear water drip from the leaking cistern in the toilet. The very knowledge that the house is completely empty comforts me. It becomes my own territory. With all the windows closed, except for the ones in the kitchen, I can step out of the bathroom with barely any clothes on. I dress with the door open, knowing that no one’s prying eyes, especially my mother’s, can steal a glimpse.

When I am completely alone in my house, I suddenly realise how free I feel. The air around me is so still. I am free from everyone’s smothering presence, their voices, their musings. It is the precious few hours I can spend alone, away from demanding humanity, shacked up like a hermit, lost in my own thoughts.

And as I sit alone and marvel in the wonder of being alone, it hits me: My mother and I have an overwhelming relationship.

I knew from the start, ever since I became thirteen, that my mother loved me with a fierce, unreasoned passion that i could never fully grasp. I told her once, that I could never love her as much as she loved me, that I couldn’t love as much as she could. We were different from other mother-and-daughter pairs: When we fought, my mother was a mean bitch who could stand there in cold blood and watch me vomit helplessly on myself. I was 14. I cried till my dinner came pouring out right before her; she continued ironing her shirt and didn’t even flinch when I retched.

And in better times, we’d hug each other tight, again and again, several times a day. “I love you,” I’d say, and she’d kiss my cheek. I couldn’t imagine life without her; she was the best mother, friend and confidant in the world.

Loving and hating, over and over again. I’d kiss her, then I’d poke holes in her pictures and imagined running away from home, delighting in the pain it would inflict on her. Or sometimes, in an argument, I’d visualise battering the bowl I was holding over her head. We were two headstrong individuals, each stubborn and outspoken, neither wanting to give in. My mother, breaking away from her Indian family by her conversion to Christianity, raised me to be a simple and submissive daughter. But no, I was to be like her. Headstrong.

Of course, I hope the day never comes that I’ll have to actually break the bowl over her head. I hope my mother and i will grow apart, more distant in our relationship. once, my secrets were hers, and her secrets were mine. but now, I have my own secrets. I come home at late at night and she has stopped waiting up for me. She comes home after I go to bed and I don’t question her whereabouts. I can feel the overpowering love petering out, and finally I have space to unfold my wings.

When all is said and done, slipping away from my mother came easily. Well, maybe not.

Dear Tech Support

November 14, 2008

spotted on a grimy menu:

Dear Tech Support:

A while ago i upgraded GIRLFRIEND 7.0 to WIFE 1.0.1. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected organizational and renovation processing that took up alot of time and valuable resources. In addition, WIFE 1.0.1 installed itself into other programs and now monitors all other system activities, such as as SURFING 10.3, CLUBBING 7.5 and RACQUETBALL 3.6.

I can’t seem to keep WIFE 1.0.1 in the background while attempting to run my other favourite applications. I’m thinking about going back to GIRLFRIEND 7.0 but the uninstall doesn’t work on WIFE 1.0.1.

please help!

Troubled User.

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a reply from tech support:

Dear Troubled User,

this is a very common problem users of WIFE 1.0.1 complain about.

many people upgrade from GIRLFRIEND 7.0 to WIFE 1.0.1 thinking that it is just a utilities and entertainment program. WIFE 1.0.1 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by the manufacturer to run EVERYTHING. it is impossible to delete WIFE 1.0.1 and return to GIRLFRIEND 7.0. it is also impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files once installed.

you cannot go back to GIRLFRIEND 7.0 because WIFE 1.0.1 is not designed to do this. look in your WIFE 1.0.1 manual under WARNINGS: ALIMONY AND COMMUNITY PROPERTY. I recommend that you just keep WIFE 1.0.1 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application YES DEAR 2.7 to alleviate your program problems.

the best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you have to give the apologize command before the system returns to normal anyway.

WIFE 1.0.1 is a great program but it tends to be very high maintenenance. WIFE 1.0.1 does come with several support programs such as CLEAN AND SWEEP 3.0, COOK IT 1.5, and SEX 4.2, however be careful how you use these programs. improper use will cause the system to launch the program NAG NAG 9.5. once this happens the only way to improve the performance of WIFE 1.0.1 is to purchase additional software. i recommend FLOWERS 2.1 and DIAMONDS 5.0.

WARNING!! Do not under any circumstances install SECETARY WITH SHORT SKIRT 3.3. this application is not supported by WIFE 1.0.1 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.

best of luck, Tech Support.

Impaling Sarah Palin.

November 4, 2008

The man to watch may be Barack Obama, but the real attention grabber in this whole US Election fiasco is none other than Sarah Palin. Without her, the election was as stiff as Barack Obama’s starched shirts; with her, the election grew as excited as John McCain’s double chin: it became throbbing, revolting, and yet very much alive.

I don’t know what John McCain’s hobbies are, but I know that Sarah Palin likes to go hunting (preferably with Dick Cheney out of the way). I don’t know the name of Barack Obama’s daughter, but I know that Sarah Palin’s daughter, Bristol, is already a mother at age 17. I don’t know how long John McCain will live, but I know that Sarah Palin estimates his life to last for 8 more years. Sarah this, Sarah that. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.

I believe that Sarah Palin has made the once prude and sanitised Republican party as hip as a tabloid. Even if it means fracturing it in the process. She’s the epitome of the successful American woman: she’s won a beauty pageant, is handy with a rifle and a hockey stick, wears lipstick better than a pig, juggles a typical dysfunctional American family, goes shopping with $150,000 and might just be the Vice President of America. plus, it doesn’t hurt that she looks good while doing it.

the media, spotting some fresh new meat to devour, descended on Palin. there have been countless of parodies, rumours of affairs, lambasting of her extravagant wardrobe budget and more recently, the hilarious prank phone call by ”Nicolas Sarkosy”. Politics does make your skin grow thicker, I guess; for Palin still puts on her manufactured smile, lipstick in perfect order, thank you.

I hate her; I love her. inwardly, all women want to be a Palin; a Jack of all trades, yet sadly a master of none. outwardly, some women just want to see her get whipped, tortured, shamed and laughed at. it’s the sadism in us at work. one voice in our heads tells us, “Hey, she’s only a greenie governor of a state with more reindeer than people. let’s give her a break. we all act like ditzy blondes sometimes, and Palin’s no exception.” and yet another voice cackles evilly, “Who cares about that? I pay for my newspaper. I want to be entertained. Give me more of Palin’s blunders! I need a joke!”

I think it’s high time that this election circus act comes to a close. And quickly. It’s been a long-running tabloid drama involving one war veteran, one black senator, and a woman. oh, i forgot about Joe Biden. If I’m going to have to tolerate yet another full-page spread in the newspaper dealing with another of Palin’s adventures, I might just throw up. Please. It’s time we all got with our lives and stopped messing around with the Life And Times of One Particular Woman.

in short, stop impaling Sarah Palin.