Valley of the Shadow of the Plastered


I left the Melbourne Market Authority on Tuesday. I didnt like the way things were done there, couldnt get going with the department as a team and therefore decided that it wasnt a place I want to work any longer. So, today is the second day I am totally free. Just like Paul Simon sang with Art G – “no deeds to do and no promises to keep”. I guess it is alright for now but I dont know how long I’d last. I already have a little facial hair growing – 2 days’ worth of bristle now. Guess I’d shave once a week now – on Sunday mornings only.

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Thankfully, there were European Champions League football on the past 2 mornings, so I’d watch it, send kiddo to school, go to the gym, and come home to get plastered. No, it aint good and I should find some other less destructive routine. I still spend time with God in the morning, and throughout the day, still read and pray as much as I could, but for now at least, He isnt a main feature in my life. Now that I’m pushing Him off. I dont know what to do to make Him more central to my life now. For the past few years, I have deliberately re-focus my life to have Him become a major part of it, but it doesnt seem to be going anywhere, or doing anything for me. So yesterday, I found a great companion in Mr. McAllister, an ordinary blended fella. Today, even as I write this, McAllister remains a good friend. I havent had Mr. Walker for a while now, maybe he’d accompany me tomorrow. God? I asked, but He doesnt seem to be around, for now, at least.

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2 nights ago we watched the ABC’s Foreign Correspondent and one of the main stories was on Malaysia. It focused on the Islamisation of Malaysia, citing the Moorthy and Tong (the young bloke with his girlfriend at KLCC park) cases. It also interviewed the Mufti of Perak, who mouthed some rubbish about the Indians and Chinese bullying the Malays, so according to the Muslim leader’s insightful mind, the Malays must not allow the other races to question the Islamisation process. Or something to that effect. Frankly, it doesnt matter to me that idiots like this Mufti is unintelligible. He probably is a true-blue idiot – fundamental qualification to be a Mufti in Malaysia. I didnt realise too, how bad the Article 11 resistance was in Malaysia. The program showed a “death to Malik Imtiaz” poster. Malik is of course, the lawyer who is fronting the Article 11 goup. I feel sad for Malaysia, especially for my friends and relatives still living there.

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Have to go now – gotta go cook dinner. It’s only about 2pm now but if I dont get started now, Mr. McAllister may not let me finish the process later.

“So, I commend the enjoyment of life.” (From the Bible – really. Eccl 8:15)