Dark Days

All good has forsaken the world we live in. Pretty much everything has turned to shite.

Think about it. We are pleasantly surprised when service in a restaurant is with a smile, when dialing up a customer service line actually produces results. Gratitude mounts everytime an honest transaction takes places, the rare instances we're not fucked over by salespeople. Meeting random samaritans make our day; crossing paths with a stranger who had actually bothered to smile and greet is met with insane surprise. We go on to gush to everyone who will listen..

"Wahh.. This place ahh, service damn good wei!"

"Weii.. The place actually gives a proper discount, an honest price! Go buy from there-lah next time!"

You get the idea.

But, shouldn't these things be expected? Wishful thinking on my part, for the days we live in are dark. So very dark.

9/11, Columbine, Bali. Fear breeds fear.

Fine, not close enough to home?

I remember reading in The Star not too long ago about a carjacking. KL. Businessman drives top of the line Mercedes; S-Class with fingerprint recognition. Scanning is necessary for ignition. Jacker cuts off businessman's finger, bundles him in the boot. Beats him up, strips him naked, dumps him along the Federal Highway.

A friend of mine witnessed a hold up a while back in KL. Selfless as he is, he tried to intervene. Got stabbed multiple times; was literally inches from death. Wouldn't have known had Alvin not blogged about it.

Penang. A friend of mine parked in a public car park. It was the middle of the day. Upon approaching his BMW, he realises that someone slashed his tyres. Random person who was nearby offered to help remedy the problem. Friend gratefully accepts. The first instant my friend drops his guard, random person jumps in and drives off. On slashed tyres.

And did you know you can pop somebody in Penang for less than a thousand ringgit? I hope I don't piss off the wrong person. Ha. Ha.

Penang. Somebody I know, somebody you probably know. An acquantaince. Rapist. He raped his girlfriend; girlfriend got pregnant. He gave her a few hundred ringgit for an abortion. He left her soon after.

Penang. As again, somebody I know, somebody you most probably know as well. Beats his girlfriend. Often. Girlfriend still stuck with him regardless. Why? Fuck knows. He left her though, as soon as the next shorter skirt/prettier punching bag crossed his path.

No shite, no exaggeration.

Just what the fuck is wrong with us?

I want to believe, as many do, in a greater good. I hear you say I'm looking in all the wrong places. I hear you. But really, how can there be an ultimate plan; a purpose so great it is unknown to us, a bigger picture, if all the pieces that make up the puzzle are so fucked up?

I want to believe, like I once did, but you sure as hell ain't making it easy for me. Are you there? Are you, really?

I don't think so. I think we're all alone. And I don't fucking like it one bit.

This entry was posted by tsh, on Thursday, April 28, 2005. You can bitch back.