Nightly Ranting

[Midnight Owl]

Some women are a real fxxking bane in owl’s life, not because I am gay and fancied guy more than gal but how these women revealed themselves, when you tried to work alongside with them, were hardly impressive and mind boggling.

 

Was it their hormones thingy built into woman periodic temperament? Security inadequacy, trying to compensate own weak gender with make-belief authority? Deep social-defiance, and inferior complexity developed into power hunger? Sexually deprived caused emotional instability resulted in 7-year itch? Anyway, I don’t want to know and neither am I born with interest to study woman’s “sophisticated” syndroms.

 

In my last two months serving temp assignment, I have had fair share of stress from my immediate manager, in her mid 30s, screaming out her lungs throughout her day in office. She loved to pick daily “fight” with a couple of her full time elderly subordinates and never failed to lecture them loudly which could be heard by others in the same office building. One unfortunate colleague, in her early 50s and sitting next to me, became my boss regular ritual target. Whenever my boss stepped into the office, at the start of day, after lunch, after loo or simply the show of presence in the room, she would dial the extension of this old colleague to give her a piece of her mind and thereafter making a scene on her through intercom at every hour interval without anything good out of it. In fact, there was no need to pick up the intercom handset because the temper could be heard loud and clear few meters away from my boss room even when it was locked. I could see the old woman numbed and sad from taking these entire verbal bashing everyday. Though my brief presence has buffered my colleague stress, I can no longer renew my service and opted to leave for goodness sake, to avoid seeing other people bullied in such manner..

 

On my last day, I sat at the empty coffee shop near the office building and taking a slow sip of coffee to warm my heart. A tissue seller approached me instantly, offered a pack of tissue for 20cts which didn’t hurt my pocket. I took out my wallet, the coffee shop owner shook her head disapprovingly, and other aunties from the stalls gathered to join in their stares, as if owl was trying to feed a wild monkey. The tissue peddler stretched out her dirt coated hand and begging but the sight of it shocked me. Her fingers were all stunted and nearly gone, meat overgrown through the gaps of her remaining dislocated joints, seemingly damaged beyond recognition by accident of sort, not those handicapped by birth. Quite graphic on my relaxing day, I quickly took out a dollar coin, instead of 20cts, which she grabbed swiftly from my table like a sudden windfall. The coffee shop aunties rolled her eyes and mocked at my stupidity. There was no human compassion even between women of different status.

 

Last week, I attended an interview in XYZ Company. A lady interviewer in her late 30s appeared nice and chatty. She commended my impressive resume and I liked the job too. Somehow, the interview turned into a casual chat and she happily told me she owned a 3-D LCD at home. Owl reciprocated kindly that my poor eyesight was not receptive to 3-D screen and thus I might feel nausea with prolong exposure to 3D movie. Immediately, I witnessed a 360 degree changed on her face; cold and pale like the sun overshadowed by dark clouds. She read my casual chat too deeply and probably misunderstood my view to imply it was nauseous of her to own a 3-D screen? Anyway, I was not short listed eventually.

 

Last Friday, I attended another interview in the west, a small company worth $40000 capital. The job applications form was unique where candidate was told to write 2 pages long essay of self-introduction, stating strengths, weaknesses and from individual personality to ambition. The company booked me two weeks in advance prior to the interview, apparently needing more time to check on my background?

 

On the interview day, I was told by one of the administrator that the interviewer is a woman (again?) in her 40s. She will become my boss if I were offered the job. When she walked into the room to meet her candidate, the first question posed was firm with an inhospitable tone:

“So owl!! What do you want to tell me now?”

 

Based on owl’s instinct, such opening question sound like a bad omen of another unkind interviewer who didn’t bother to read owl’s essay written for the past half hour. To avoid saying the wrong thing,

Owl replied: I am not sure where to begin without knowing what you want to know after I have wrote two pages of introduction for you?

 

Woman: OK, tell me about your last company and job responsibility...

 

Owl: Recently, I worked as a temp in 123 company which I did some work on…..*interrupted*

 

Woman: Why did you want to do a temp job? I mean, it doesn’t look good to me in your resume. Never mind, tell me about your last full time job.

 

Owl: Well... I worked in this company called ABC and they manufactured XY equipments which I was very much involved….. *interrupted*

 

Woman: You had a colleague by the name Katherine?

Owl: Yes, you knew her? I worked with her on certain project and… *interrupted*

Woman: .......and your boss is a Eurasian, American graduate in his mid 20s?

Owl: Yes, he was a nice guy, I enjoyed working with….*interrupted*

Woman: Their office is at Chai Chee, Blk xxx?

 

Owl: Yup, quite a distant from home but I have direct bus (just that, in case she interrupted again)

 

Woman: Tell me about another company you worked prior to that, I heard it was a Japanese firm...

 

Owl: Yes, I worked there for a number of…*interrupted*

Woman: Do you know Shirley?

Owl: Yes, she belonged to another department and we worked closely with….*interrupted*

Woman: I heard the company was quite a mess and the HR said Anna was your successor?

Owl: Nope, James took over my post. Anna was not from our department….*interrupted*

Woman: But they said Anna succeeded you?

 

Owl heaved a loud sigh after all those interruptions and irrelevant questions:

Who are “they” you spoke to? I have no idea what has changed ever since I left the company 5

years ago.

 

Woman pursued: Since you have been jobless for quite a while not counting your temp assignments, I think it will be difficult for you to find another full time job based on your age (playing popular mind fxxk about age when she was much older than owl). Would you consider hourly rate job in this company before I assess your capability to work under me?

 

Owl: Let me sleep over this interview for a day before I give you my reply?

Woman: It is ok, we have other candidate on our list and we will get back to you.

 

Owl left the office, ripped her name card into two and placed it neatly on top of the dustbin in open view next to the lift lobby. Thereafter, I hope someone will pick it up and deliver my clear message to that pain-in-the-ass woman.

 

Anyway, I am back to enjoy the night life again, feeling calm and happy to close another chapter behind me, away from some fxxking bitches.

 

*hoot*

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[Guest Guest]

mr owl, u certainly can write well, i was glued to your thread last night.

but u seem to have lots of negative vibes. that is definitely hot healthy.

instead of waiting for things to happen or reacting to situations, why dun u act first so that u have more control of events in your life?

my 2 cents.

[Midnight Owl]

When the deepest night has drowned out all activities, owl loves to gaze into the night sky wondering how galaxy was formed. It must have started somewhere distant, with a single stroke…..

 

At 6, the world seemed very exciting. Things were changing at an incredible pace and owl was ready to face the world, in kindergarten, anxiety no less.

 

In that year, owl’s town was notorious with crimes. Thus a group of regular policemen patrolling the estate was not uncommon. On many occasions in the wee of night, owl could hear loud chasing footsteps, hurling metal pieces and some people screaming in pain through the dark. Mother owl will lock the window and coax owl back to sleep. The meaning of danger was fed into owl’s little heart when rumors started to spread the night after, that someone was either seriously injured or killed in the neighborhood fight.

 

As such, owl was mindful of the bad guy especially tattooed loiterers, gamblers and smokers. They stared at me like a piece of pricey item ready for grab and sold in the black market. When policemen arrived, these gangsters will disappear into four directions before their identity were taken down. If they were unlucky, they will be surrounded by policemen and made to squat with their hands above their head before being dragged into a police van. Little owl was thankful for all these security officers, or perhaps, more than just gratitude in which my small mind couldn’t reason at this stage.

 

However, my actions were telling when owl bumped into a group of policemen. I acted like a doll trying to charm and made them laughed at my adorability. A police uncle who held the rank of sergeant and apparently the leader of his team, attempted to delight owl with light game and than had owl placed on his lap like father and son teasing each other. I felt privileged to be given such attention, and wanted them to be around as frequent as possible to keep owls safe.

 

At 7, the world gets larger; owl became formal student wearing uniform of white and blue. Everyone looks pretty and handsome like a squad ready to please the adults. Within a span of one year, owl learned the power of authority – principal vs. teacher, prefect vs. students. The highest authority was the protector, usually a male figure again. Owl felt safe in a new world as long as there were authorities to look after kids like us in unchatered place, just like policeman keeping watch over owl’s backyard. The first two years began with lots of play, music and colors and the fruity smell of stationery made me high.

 

At 9, owl’s pastel world was destroyed prematurely by ruthless injury since birth. Whatever the trivial reason was, it was lost in memory by a heavy blow on my cheek and minutes later I was drinking my own blood and stood punished on my chair by a stern female figure. My vision was nearly distorted by her merciless physical force and optometrist had to put me on temporary lenses to correct my vision. My impression of the adult world has changed forever, contrary to the education that the school was trying to preach.

 

My depression took days to overcome and ended in an unexpected dream of relief. I confided my problems to a police uncle who came unexpectedly into owl’s dream. He helped owl seek justice until an orgasm was reached. I woke up feeling cured from my inner world, pleasurable beyond comprehension. Life returned to normal after my first encounter with wet dream without cum.

 

At 10, mom signed me up at catholic center where they provided night tuition to Primary 4. The tutor was a mediocre pretty woman in her late 20s and she hardly gave 100% effort to students. In two hours lesson, she spends several minutes marking her register, calling out names that didn’t pay promptly. The 15 minutes break interval had turned into half hour recess to prolong her lust. She sneaked out to meet her boyfriend waiting outside the class.

 

One of those horny nights, she was grazing along the window under the force of her boyfriend. The window, near my seat, was an immovable wooden louver where one can easily pry outward but others can’t pry into the building. The church was kept private under such design during the day, without distorting the daylight from streaming in. She overlooked the design “trap” and owl was made an accidental spectator. Under the dim light infested with night flies, the lovers were groping. The last I saw she had her hand buried beneath his zip to create a soft moan. Little Owl was left to imagine those adult actions, and set my puny hormones to flame way beyond my years. Wet dreams became a norm thereafter. Slowly, the inner desires that had haunted owl began to rear its head, quite literally too. Owl wasn’t quite prepared for it to come....

 

Boy’s toilet was assigned on the 2^nd floor of the tuition center. It was dark and eerie with life size catholic figurines. When the boys wanted to take a leak, we asked around for companion because nobody dared to venture alone. A boy who looks quite attractive my age volunteered. I have never exposed my dick so close and intimate with any handsome boy before, not even with my own siblings at home. Confined in a small cubicle which could only hold two, owl was naturally aroused the moment I let out my fry after his. The handsome boy took offence and spread my embarrassment to other boys. They eventually ganged up in 3 and beat the moonlight out of owl after class. It became their nightly activity, chasing after owl’s meat while I ran for my life. Unfortunately, I often get caught up by them and nearly beaten to death. Fortunately”, family financial challenge had disrupted owl's night tuition and freed me from further bruises.

 

At 11, owl was segregated from top 5 classes and placed under the last available class among lesser students. The good news was, I finally had a male form teacher, Mr. ANG and he taught physical education too. The reason why he was assigned to our class was to keep us discipline like prisoner on probation, harshness would apply if necessary. It makes sense because he was an ex-police officer.

 

Surprisingly, Mr. Ang was gentler than his look. Owl has progressed under his unthreatening demeanor, coupled with physical education incorporated into his lesson, it was fun and easy. A married man with a daughter, he certainly understood us children better and was very fatherly. My admiration for him ran deep because he provided a safe and smooth haven to nurture my boyhood throughout that year. No more bloodshed or rough ride. Mr Ang’s caring attitude had strengthened my belief that policemen were hero regardless which role they appeared in owl’s fragile life.

 

When owl was beaten up at 10 over my fatal attraction to a dick, I had my life and death lesson learned. Owl became aloof, and had developed a habit of using school toilet that was empty of sensitive people, and than isolated I at the far corner of the urinary drain with my dick concealed from view while peeing. Making eye-contact with anyone was taboo and owl tried to prevent my uncontrolled erectile from being seen should it decided to rear its head again.

 

After school, when the toilet was presumed cleared, MR ANG sudden appearance gave owl a fright. He stood beside me in chatty mood, talking about the class physical exercise which ended a while ago. I shivered at the sound of his pants unzipping. His cock was dragged out at my eye-level. Though owl tried to avoid peering, I was on all ears. His pee was strong and powerful, splashing across my ear like a giant tap turned on in emergency. The drain slowly flooded in yellow, giving off his warm manly essence as it approached the gutter beneath my feet. Owl’s hormone bomb was triggered on the spot, ticking to explode.

 

Every second passed was a missed invitation to Mr. Ang’s “treat”, but my eyes remained stubbornly glued to my puny smooth “brother” who had already emptied its bladder. Owl was still battling in denial. Finally I couldn’t succumb to inner pressure and surrendered, before Mr Ang tucked his bird in. I lifted my head to face my hero in his eyes and gulped: “WEATHER IS HOT TODAY”, followed by a courageous glance at his colossal beast he was vigorously beating to dry. The first adult cock I had laid my eyes upon was sexy, black and hairy with substance I couldn’t hold myself to. It was many times bigger than owl’s little thumb and had me several sleepless nights wondering whether Mr Ang’s well kept “monster” was real. ..

.

At 12, Mr Ang left school to pursue his family business. Owl was disappointed and his replacement was a strict guy ready to rain his cane on slower students until there was no reason to smile again. . It wasn’t helpful and constant walloping to keep in rank didn’t transform owl into a better person. Owl became reserved, anti-social and timid. The physical pain endured during my innocent years had stolen my courage to face new world in Secondary school on the following year. It was regrettable that my first 6 years of schooling had been molded through so much torture and than inflicted with emotional ones many years later. If I am not numbed by now, it must be a miracle.

 

*hoot*

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[Midnight Owl]

I cannot stand the bitch who think just because I am her friend for years she can weigh me down with her self-superiority. God gave her a cunt and she eventually chose her man to play with it.  She is not satisified.

 

To date she still whined  as before she was even married. Haven’t her aged pussy been played enough by other men in all my entire years I have known her?  She tempted men with her spare cash and exploited their unglamorous background to satisfy her carnal crave before she declared lightning marriage to a man of her dream Owl hardly knew.  The guy turned out to be a macho technician she met nowhere and presumably with power cock she wanted so badly for her lifetime quenching.

 

Now that she is married, after decades of wanting and waiting, she still desires more of whatever that her current husband couldn’t provide.  God forbid her tendency of wanting adultery by telling Owl which men she still cares and wanted outside her marriage? What kind of fxxk up life was that? She was nearly 6 feet underground by age with nearly all sexy parts sagged and deflated beyond any normal guy’s fantasy and she has the sick cheek to hold her head high thinking she is a sleaze and now “ready & free” for invitation to those missed choice of men behind her husband’s back?

 

She should stop moaning about her husband for not liking malls; prefer to sleep early, not into western food, non romantic, non IT savvy, none westernized and non-everything. She should stop telling gay owl anything at all or trying to test my approval to make her life feel better. Who gave the fxxk about her sulks when owl was struggling to get on my feet too?

 

Her marriage was already a gift of every gay man’s dream and she told me like a torture chambe to her?. Get a divorce bitch, as your friend for years you are beginning to act like a pain in the ass already!!! So...Fuck off from my moonlight you straight people and I want none of your problematic world to taint my peaceful gay world under the quiet misty night. Get it?!!

 

*hoot*

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[Midnight Owl]

 

Nobody can tell me what happiness is?

 

I have learned that some happiness were staged, superficial and temporal, mostly attached with conditions and without which their true color will show. In fact, most unhappiness were found in places glowed with wealth. Greed generates wealth; wealth is exhaustive resulted in insecurity. Nobody cares for each other anymore, selfishness and self-centeredness were game played out regularly to attain “self-achievement” and than flaunted to inflict maximum damage. You called that survival of the fittest? It is nothing more than someone emerged victorious from a difficult defecation and humbled the world with their nose covered.

 

Owl was pissed and decided to go for peaceful jog. As I walked through a nobody lane, an oversized child was limping within view. He was mumbling at a white cat sighted few meters away. The boy's left palm was curled like a small bowl and seemed paralyze. His left leg challenged itself to coordinate with his right leg movement. He was half hopping and kicking himself forward, trying to reach out for the sleepy cat nearby. This child still maintained lots of baby fat and has deep double-eyelid set with big smoky eyes as innocent as a new born. Unfortunately his life was slapped with physical imperfection before he could fully understand this world.

 

He knelt beside the silky cat, a distant voice called out his name: “Adrian, don’t touch the cat.” Adrian didn’t care; he stretched his inquisitive fingers to touch his new found acquaintance and than initiated a whisper that sound like soft meows. The cat responded, craned its neck and smiled under Adrian’s tickle. I wished to freeze the scene where happiness was captured in its original form, from this pair of fair friend, extremely rare in Singapore. Adrian and his cat was god’s greatest gift to me during my down time and I don’t have to travel to Bhutan to feel it.

 

After a not so strenuous run, Owl flew to orchard Rd for a set of self-served western food from food court. In the midst of placing my order, an elderly man with a gold watch interrupted my order and demanded the staff about the timing to prepare his. This well-off man, way passed his prime, has fundamental courtesy buried in his grave before his turn. He placed his order swiftly, cutting me away and went back to join his cranky wife whose hand kept gesturing in my direction. The couple should hire a personal chef instead of eating with ordinary folks like me. There was no excuse for them to rush the staff through my food in order to fulfill theirs urgently. The wife’s frown deepened all her wrinkles, the husband was equally cracked up and stiff. Both were crumbling and almost ready to pound at the first sight of food or the quality of service whichever that tested their patient first. I wanted to dial 995 to extinguish these explosive beings. Who knows, it could be as challenging as putting out fire in hell.

 

I returned to the haven where Adrian and his cat met, but saw none presence. I sat at the void deck brooding over the two contrasting scene and than I heard a cat meows, not from Adrian’s white cat, an orange one instead. I waited for it to plop its ass on the floor before reaching out like what Adrian did, but the cat puffed up and ran away with my last hope of the day……

 

*hoot*

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[Midnight Owl]

It was noon at little India, an inner world has its spiritual side, away from the fiery of the city. Its traditional ambience remain unspoilt, the aroma of herbs, incense and spring flowers made me feel homely where grandma was, once upon a time, pushing her cart and selling home-brewed drinks nearby.

 

Time flies and grandma is no longer around to watch the solemnest of grown owl loitering back in time. I saw many foreign Indians snoozing along the 5-foot corridor. They were like black charcoal laying naked to dry and beside them, an elderly Chinese bear was dedicating all his resting time tearing up breads into crumbs and carefully housed them in a bag, the size of a standard pillow.  I dread to think they may not be food for pigeons but his survival meal for several broke days at the construction site, hammering away for this city of illusion. The sun was scorching upon us and owl has found shelter inside a Subway for a cup of cool drink and continue to rove my eyes at the surrounding scenes where several construction workers were still napping with their loose bulge in the air.

 

In my sentimental moment, a decent-looking guy with a black havabag came into Subway, well dressed for work, after work or was he having an interview nearby? He was quite tall and sexy, His black pant was as tight as condom wrapped around an erected cock, and his 6’ olock bulge looks more scrumptious than subway menu. We locked eyes briefly and he smiled without any concrete meaning. He does not have the gorgeous look that can kill a gay nor was he any less attractive to turn any sensible gay away. Thus he was owl’s safe choice of a life-time partner.

Unfortunately, owl has the perpetual problem of sustaining a prolonged eye-locked with another man not knowing whether he was gay or straight and not wanting to appear rude.

 

He chose a table next to mine, and was beaming on his hand phone screen, while biting his sandwiches. Did he find owl cute with leg crossed and looking dreamy in an ordinary day? It was a torture to hallucinate that the guy probably like owl. We didn’t lock eyes again but I glanced him through the chiller’s mirror next to my table. He is a fair chap and an average Joe, not too thin, nor fat, not muscular but fit and manly. He wore a sunny face, so down-to-earth without a tint of cocky air. His overall presentation was pleasing to my eyes. If I wanted a husband, he certainly fit the bill. I hope he read this message if he is gay.

 

After I was done with my drink and waited a little longer to suck on his presence, there was no other possibility to explore this stranger without any sign of his gayness. If there was an Oogachaga event nearby, the chance of him being one of us might be high and I would have threw myself at him like a slut with no hesitation at all.. Time flies reluctantly; Owl took a last glance at his nicely packed crotch before leaving my dream prince, who was still enticing me with his smile....

 

The nearby Verge mall, I was cruised by an aged boar hunting for sucker and owl was never attracted to such guy with basic packaging problems – low open-cut loose collar T-shirt, office pants and a pair of slipper – how odd was that? I tried to get rid of the slipper stalker and even hide myself in a shop full of crystals which belonged to a young panda. Caught between the cute panda and the shadow of a sticky boar, owl has no other option except to make excessive compliments to the panda who was happily misled into pouring out some of his collections for closer admiration. Apparently his business was bleak and he was determined to lure owl with tempting discounts. Owl couldn’t afford such simple luxury but he took my hand with warmth, placed a strand of beads around my wrist and made an offer. I couldn’t resist the panda’s touch but the boar has already given up his prey and disappeared. Owl hasl to make a quick exit. Out of courtesy, owl lied to the Panda about me being late for a “movie” and took a photo of panda’s treasures to prove my great admiration of his beautiful collections. He was very obliging and the brief shot turned out to be owl’s nightly appetizer when the world was asleep.

*hoot!!*

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[Irodorido]

Thumbs up to OWL. Quite a read.

[Phil]

Is Midnight Owl a professional writer?

Excellent short stories! :clap:

[Midnight Owl]

It was another mundane day in Geyland and owl found the big temple from a magazine. Its 4^th floor has a big hall complete with different multiple-arms deities and each with various characteristic mudras.

 

Seated in the middle of the hall was an old lady probably in her 60s, shaded with white hair, neatly combed to match what she was intended there – in lotus posture with eyes closed. A book of mantras as thick as bible was laid open before her and she drifted into silent meditation, so I thought. Occasionally, her eyes will open sleepily to watch owl tip-toeing bare footed and bowing to every Buddha within the vicinity to show my respect.

 

Interestingly, a quarter of the hall was also demarcated for retailing books and many Buddhist related items. Owl was captivated by hundred of colorful postcards depicting Bodhisattvas and mandala in their most beautiful form, which seemed like a time-consuming artist’s creations with breathtaking result. Love at first sight, owl wanted to sponsor 2 of those inexpensive postcards but owl was spoilt for choice.

 

When owl was done with two most popular postcards, the “meditative” lady suddenly jumped out of nowhere likes a freaking ghost to give owl a shock of my life. She was short, her face turned as pale as her hair, eyes set on fire and she started to scream. I struggled through her gibberish and gathered that she was terribly disturbed by the sound of owl flipping through the shelf of books; hardly more than the sound of fluttering moth around a bulb, but to her it was like thunder reaping her quiet world apart.

 

Under such circumstance, witnessed by dozen of holy statues and  in non confrontational style, owl quickly sneaked out of the hall leaving the strange woman still shouting in bewilderment and before someone mistook a gay owl has molested her holiness. I paid the cashier next door, quietly took a lift back to the floor, dropped a dollar and lighted a candle for forgiveness.

 

Owl was at the temple to yearn for slower pace and feel the  spiritual richness of life, but hope always ended when you encountered self-righteous religious people. . As the saying goes when Man proposes, God Disposes, or was it God proposes and Man disposes by sending owl there to test the monkey inside that old lady? Whichever it was, nothing beat going to Starbuck, a station away, and ordered a tall latte to calm my shaken nerve.

 

In an open space surrounded with busy office workers, owl held my latte cup tightly and felt its frost cooling me down. It was a simple pleasure to get my peace back and every sip from the cup was like singing a soothing mantra. .

 

*hoot*

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[Midnight Owl]

When owl first came out into the society to work, I had my guts and gayness let loose to dilute work-life pressure. I cruised heavily in town near office, had my first encounter with dick and thereafter addicted with increasing counts of sexual exposures to beat the gay race.

 

Owl was quite cute in those days and getting men to will me was no effort. I sucked them, lured them to bed and dominated their gentleness to satisfy my angry sex crave. If I was “lucky”, the richer older guys will surprise me with pocket money and thanked me profusely after a play.

 

I lost count in numbers of men I had molested and the different shape of dicks I have tasted, while observing the need to safeguard against diseases. Those were the days HIV infection was a shameful virus, fired with unfriendly news churning against homosexuality to attract readership. Everyone was kept on their toe to prevent getting such diseases or risk loses everything in their life.

 

Singapore population was merely 3 millions and it didn’t dampen the eventful experience I have had with obedient guys from various trades & professions. They carried me into East Coast forest for face-fxxked, drove me around in their car, grocery van or construction lorry to look for places to untie their knot, and than had owl treated with scrumptious meals depending on where and when owl was found and sex has ended, mostly at night. These patronizing gay guys seemed attracted to the studious and innocent sight of a young me or probably the humble and soft tone presented to them that made them high and loving to give.

 

Owl age was concealed by my look; real age was never disclosed to any men as part of common gay protocol. During high time, funny thing could happen. A Christian, after having sex with me, started to preach gospel and wanted me to refrain from sex scene so that he could keep owl to himself should his need arises. I almost fell off my chair over his mixed fatherly portrayal.

 

Living by limited means, Owl took up part time studies and holding part time job with time flexibility in hands. When freedom was at its height, all bottled up hormones were released like diarrhea to make-up for owl’s overdue sexual deprivation and love. However, there were lonesome days with no “activities” in sight and owl will whiles away near old Elizabeth walk or roamed like mice always hungry for “something” to feed in the deserting night, to the extend owl had to lie to mother about office "overtime", but quietly milking cock inside someone’s car.

 

Those were the day’s danger wasn’t quite in owl’s mind and nearly got myself raped by bangala near their workers dorms in town. He dragged and pulled owl with force and caused owl to fall into a mud, looking like a chocolate-dipped strawberry, in the midst of our struggle. Again, I lied that I fell into a bog, took a long shower at home and went straight to bed to avoid speculating what lies beneath mother’s mind about her weird son.

 

In my 20s, among gay people here, I visited old ford road to kill two birds with one stone. It was a quiet and peaceful place for study during exam period and I could flirt around after getting tired from books. A lonesome Malay guy idling along the beach had my attention to hook up. We went to a reclaimed land near Marina South to suck his circumcised dick. Eventually we fell asleep and woke up from our cuddle in time to catch the last train home.

 

Owl adventures never stopped at several gay friendly and happenings outlets, earmarked for its dwindling days, where regular baits were willing to strip and climax in owl’s presence. Other encounters include being brought to hotel by gay tourist nearby, and spend a night soaping up each other before sex. I also met up with insincere strangers, from internet chat room, to discuss future possibilities but it was never real. I sucked an army boy who sold me gay VCDs at discounted price, jerked off a hainanese chicken rice stall owner at Suntec city toilet. I was also brought to someone’s home after being cruised, got locked up and forced to shower him with good scrub, followed by a blow job before I was released under his grasp and resulted in me being late for school that day. After that incident, owl decided to stop honoring such dangerous invitations from strangers.

 

There was no single night passed fruitlessly without checking the closeted lane behind Ann Siang Hill or the rustling bushes in Hong Lim Park where pink dot was held to probably mark the significance of that place it once was, not its subsequent intent by the govt.

 

One day, owl managed to save enough to bring my gayness to Thailand. It was once in a lifetime adventure overseas, joined by many straight tourists in guided tour. First night, owl sneaked out from hotel room and appeared in the middle of a lewd trade, Go-Go Bar. The boys were all my type for pick, but the handsome ones perceived that Caucasians were wealthier and more profitable than Asian to flirt with. The less ideal one was equally value for money and with his skills and less negotiation power; we romped the whole night until owl cum screaming.

 

Upon my return to Singapore, internet was up. Owl was acquainted with a not so attractive but wealthy chap through SGMEN chat room. We met every weekend for buffet from his generosity. He bought owl a diamond stud for single ear, a tight vest and perfume to put on for occasions, and an “engagement ring” to show his gay friends the adorability of his priced possession. Though, he had all the blue-print charted for owl and he in the uncertain future, owl was skeptical about having relationship with an overly possessive and materialistic person, who wanted sex all the times after turning owl into a decorative object. It lasted for a year when owl decided to send him a birthday gift, with all possessions returned with a liner that read: “My best gift is honesty; I was in pain trying hard to love you back. Sincerely owl”. We never met since.

 

Through internet chat rooms, owl had sex encounters with married man I wasn’t aware of, until I saw the wife smiling via their large marriage photo above the bed. The feeling was different from gay sex, with the element of being mistress in someone’s life. Owl was cautious not to end up like a drama bitch vying for someone’s husband and break a family. Ethicality aside, it was an achievement no less, to think owl could charm either straight or bi-sexual people without their partner knowing.

 

Owl continued the usual adventure of freedom. Every year, I looked forward to ICT, as an escape from my stressful and yet colorful world. Most importantly, I wanted to be with sky eagle in the forest of nowhere, leaning side-by-side with him against a broken tree in nowhere.  No word was needed under that precious moment, and owl’s dark secret was best kept from him.

 

Having combed the gay scenes in Singapore, owl was ready to settle down and return to reality.  It was no easy task. Lust wrapped up every piece of our life and became practical to sustain than having ultimate long term relationship. People came and went like a one-night stay in hotel and love was as transient as moon in the river. .

 

10 years of sexual roller coaster has already ended many years ago. Owl was drained of energy for having live the fullest of a gay me, with no regret. However, the above homely memories will surface occasionally in the middle of a silent night. Owl was grateful to all the men who have drifted with me during those active days, and given me the sex life I could never have imagined when I was a little beaten child.

 

As age passes swiftly under the mercy of time, many familiar landscapes and gay people I have once knew have disappeared and so was owl shutting the door behind to focus on my next level of dream beyond carnality. Where will owl’s future flight be? I have no answer under the moonlight……..…..

 

*hoot*

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[Phil]

:clap: :clap: :clap:

[glowingember]

Hoot hoot hoot.

What a way to start my morning

Thanks Midnight Owl

Edited July 12, 2012 by glowingember

[Midnight Owl]

Silence has been owl’s best friend. It kept me safe and calm, gave me the space to think clearly within and outside the void and allowed owl to see the world more sharply than anyone else. I appreciate being a Midnight Owl because at night,  Owl has the entire world under my wings, whereas daytime gave me the space only within sunlit view.

 

However not every night is silent. Occasionally a stupid driver will run his engine along the highway, like rocket launched into space, which I hope it heads towards a tree rather than another person’s car. Other time, a sudden quarrel erupted from a couple because one of them was presumed having a night affair and returned late. The couple will scream no end and bend to kill each other in Taiwan drama mode.  Than owl heard a baby cried, it turned out to be cat-fight between two territorial males or a female cat screaming to avoid getting fxxked by one of them. One outcome is certain; an even more horrible bitch will bring out a broom and chase those those horny beasts into darkness again. Last but not least was someone’s car being accidentally alarmed and wailed like siren to blow off everyone’s wet dream. The clueless owner took “years” to deactivate it.

 

Owl’s favorite night entertainer was nothing more than a sudden flash cutting through the sky, followed by reverberating rumbles. Moment later, a strong breeze bends several trees and shook its leaves with might, creating an uplifting scent enough to cure all night sickness and than cans start flying, windows banging and earth spinning like boys gone wild. My soul nearly departed to embrace all these excitements before the rain came, to chill the air. It was everyone’s hope to prolong the weekday night but it was owl’s nightly anticipation before dawn breaks.

 

I had my enduring day times too when my neighborhood was selected for major maintenance, not that it was necessary. The forever on-going construction could sound like a 9 degree earthquakes. The other day, owl thought a Spiderman was trying to break into owl’s bedroom while I was harvesting dreams. I took my hand phone, yanked the window to dare the “robber” who was none other than a handsome china cub doing wiring works within inches proximity. My best “protest” was to return to bed and had my eyes glued on the cub’s every movement until he was done raping all my senses. Now, you can find reason to envy owl in daytime too.

 

 

*hoot*

 

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

NO!!!!! I did something ridiculous today because the interviewer was a terribly gorgeous man of Turkish origin who spoke confidently with an American accent.

I love his big titillating eyeballs and deep-cut handsome eyelids caressing owl’s with so much tender in it. Owl felt so at ease when he showed me the utmost attention needed without interruptions and he was seemingly impressed with every word coming out from owl’s mouth. Yes, I began to feel crazy and hazy over him with a small table between us. Subconsciously, I went into flirtatious mode too, making high-pitch speeches, hand held gaily to my chest and legs crossed while feeding him with owl’s breathless achievements. Fortunately, I didn’t have long hair covering my forehead otherwise owl would have gone an extra mile of flipping it regularly like 倩女幽魂 (pretty long-haired ghost) to “fascinate” him…..

It was an exhaustive day and owl nearly choked on my ice lemon tea while reminisced over my unmanly interview with a stunning middle-aged man who kept smiling at owl like I needed his sunshine long gone from owl’s life.

It is a $2 company, wake up owl; do I need to go overboard with my presentation? Owl felt a little guilty but being gayest person with powerful imaginations of all things below the man’s waist and triggered by what I saw, through the table transparent glass, that he was “sort of” touching his nice crotch during our conversation, can owl not gone bizarre? I hope he run his company on an equal opportunity employer mindset regardless of sexual orientation after owl’s gestures have been screaming “I am gay!” to his face.

Will he still shortlist owl? I hope the answer will come to light when the sun rises.

*hoot*

[spermy]

U sure gt alots to complaint...

[Midnight Owl]

*flew away*

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

National Day has ended with nothing special on the field for owl. The expenses that could feed thousands poverty were thrown into air to brighten skyline. Song and dance, army and machines toyed in different fashion for the mood .Straight face people, of different races, were made to swear and show loyalty at different degree. Young dicks ready to go for National Service, would be greatly impressed by what they saw. Really?

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3 tonners rolled away from CMPB. Families lined up to cheer their cheerless sons; owl has none to lookout for. Faces of all races were solemn and anxious to meet many Hitler's clones and our destination was mysterious.

 

Upon arrival, we were greeted with high rankers screaming and yelling at everyone to fall in within seconds. Dignity and courtesy have no place in our new home. The word ”fxxk” and “pussy” were generously used to keep people disciplined and fearful of power. Civilian laws or private life doesn’t exist; you either obey your superiors or face consequences. It is no longer a school where Owl can fly freely and speak softly. Weak voice has no place to tough ears, and nobody will help you lift an elephant under vulgar commands. Owl was prepared for my own “demise” in the forbidden zone.

 

First week in army wasn’t emotional encouraging. The word “gay” was being put down and made into jokes during lectures. People with such orientation were told to seek their respective platoon officer for counseling. Since owl was physically lean and agile for training, my identity was best kept in the closet. Only a fool couldn’t tell. As such, owl chose a lower deck bed away from the Ah Beng group to avoid getting their unnecessary attention. My upper deck bed was empty; it was a big bunk enough to feed weaker soldiers who didn’t fit into Alpha, Bravo and Charlie. Thus Delta became owl’s home for 3 back-breaking months.

 

Week after week, training paced from vigorous workout to strenuous stunts. No one will show compassion, and each selfishly fought for their own survival in training. If one fell, the rest suffered and the unforgivable group will not have you easy. Resting became a luxury. Our belongings in the cupboard brought us closer to our family during lonely days – tangibles like packet of Oreos, dad’s transistor radios or mom’s favorite parrot brand soap would keep owl confident from hardship and closer to home.  Each day’s training was a straining surprise with punishment added in, like wild animal brought into circus, we have to achieve near impossible stamina. First month passed off like a snail…

 

One late evening,  around 930pm, owl was sore all over and had fallen half dead in bed. Lifting a limp was as excruciating as many needle-pricks. When I saw my section commander walked towards my bed with another stocky guy, I wanted to scream mercy, thinking it was another surprised night-recall or other unsettled chores to drag us out of bed again. In my half dreamy state, the stocky guy opened the steel cupboard next to mine and began his noisy packing and unpacking chores. The commotions didn’t keep a half-dead owl awake. Owl was already fast asleep regardless…..

 

The following morning, a pair of legs dangled from my upper deck bed. The new resident was sitting on his bed busy fiddling with his hand phone. A wary owl took inventory of his appearance - fair and fit. Within those trained physiques, he has an air that command and the look that could not be meddled with. Ah Beng viewed him with threat and owl felt intimidated by his presence. Owl thought a section commander was planted in our midst to spy on a weaker us.

 

It was false alarm; he joined the team during field training until we finally spoke  before bed time…

 

New Resident *Smiling at owl*

Owl *smiled shyly*

New Resident: How was the training?

Owl: Very Shiong (tough), you missed previous month training.

New Resident: What did you guys learned so far?

Owl: Memorizes the commands, IPPT, handling rifles, first aids, obstacles…, I have jot down some notes, I can lend you…

 

New Resident: Oh thanks, I have gone through those before. Besides, how do I address you?

Owl: Midnight Owl

 

New Resident: I am Sky Eagle *extending his handshake*.

 

The next two months wasn’t easy on the training front. Not wanting to elaborate on specific, Sky eagle has became a force of wind, beneath owl’s wings. Without him, owl would not have sailed smoothly, sometime in an entertaining way.

 

When 3 months of basic Military training has almost came to pass, “Company night” was ready for another show.   Miss Delta, a mocked transgender, a must-have character for every passing out celebration,  was mostly volunteered by promiscuous recruits with sissified personalities as focus of the night. Owl would have fit the bill for many eyes. Nobody tried to force owl into transformation, for they knew I was just a decent gay boy without a slut effect.  Anyway, Delta has no lack of attention seeking slut wiling to put on a gown or dress to tempt their officers.

 

The “gals” took the stage with ease, made several patterns and poses like an amateur. One zealous slut model-walked from stage, passed several officers from the front row and planted her butt on Eagle’s lap with 2 seconds kisses on his cheek. The audience roared and applauded with approval. Owl was cheering softly but within, the forgotten spark of love ignited by eagle during my 2 harsh months was suddenly fumed. Owl has finally grown to feel sexually emotional for a man, the first time in my life. The blush on my face was more intense than those already written on eagle’s. I run back to bunk and sleep over the confusion that it could have been me kissing eagle if I had volunteered to be one of the “gals”. It took couple hours of sleepless night for my anger to subside but the ember of jealousy remains. All men are infidelity.

 

Next day, camp cleaning exercises began in preparation for family visit, to witness their uniformed son passing out parade. Owl was assigned to clear weeds but accidentally stirred up a hidden beehive and had my neck stung stiff.

 

At medical center, the crowd was large with apparent reason of wanting to escape the camp cleaning assignments. Owl was meditating over my mood, deciding what future lies beyond those walls of passing.   At that brooding moment, someone hissed into my ear. It was sky eagle sitting quietly behind me in wait.

 

Owl: Hi!

Eagle: I heard you were stung by bees and decided to join you.

Owl *pouted*

Eagle: Come over and sit next to me.

Owl: Why are you here?

 

Eagle: It is your first MC; I thought you need some “guidance” around here. *pointing to his right eye”

 

Owl: Your eye looks red

Eagle: Yup, I did something to get away from boring chores out there.

Owl: You are brave, but don’t hurt yourself.

 

Eagle wrapped his arm around my neck and shook me vigorously: Sometimes you need to be brave, owl.

 

Owl: You are stronger than me and I have to thank you for assisting me at times.

 

Eagle: Never judge a book by its cover, let me show you something. I want you to clam your fist and placed it on my palm.

 

Owl gladly did so, placing myself wholeheartedly on his palm, big enough to engulf my heart, while he tried to pry open my fist with difficulty. We took turn with the game and owl enjoyed groping his hand for an hour or two, more than compensated for my inner “suffering” the "gal" has kissed him.

 

Hours later, Eagle stood up to stretch his back. His huge shadow shielded me from the light of the golden sky, like a weekly passing jet blocking out the sun and than swiftly re-emerged like a dream.

 

It wasn’t a dream. While the slut attempted to steal 2 seconds of this man before me, I have him for the next 20 years of our In-Camp life together.

 

 

 

Edited July 10, 2018 by Midnight Owl
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[koolkai]

Hours later, Eagle stood up to stretch his back. His huge shadow shielded me from the late afternoon golden sky, like a weekly passing jet blocking out the sun and than swiftly re-emerged like a dream. It wasn’t a dream. While the slut attempted to steal 2 seconds of this man before me, I have him for the next 20 years of my life.

Hi Owl,

Am I right that this guy whom you secretly liked very much at the camp finally became your bf and even till now? It is a very romantic recount of your army days!

[Midnight Owl]

If not for the quiet of nightfall and insects singing mournfully, owl would never have dreamt of weaving all elements of history and put the past together…

http://www.blowingwind.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=17006&st=100#entry418659

 

At 13, owls gazed outside the school window, admiring new adolescences in their smart uniform, peers looking more matured and handsome than their years. They were like school’s mocked miniature army, ready for beck and call.  Owl's stigma of terror still lived from previous years. Thus social activity was taboo, ECA was not my game and secondary school lives were too hyperactive and loud for owl’s quiet taste.

 

At 14, a lonesome female student took fancy in owl’s silent beauty and fell in love with me instantly. Owl was so scared that I went into hiding and spread news that she was a slut. It didn't work. Owl turned to the most timid boy in class and became his closed friend as escape from the female student's pursuit.

 

At 15, owl’s sperm appeared in great amount and scared the shit out of me thinking it was some kind of white diseases. The sex educators  laughed with reassurance that owl has reached puberty (and ready to mate?).

 

This time, neighborhood kids our age became bolder; they talked sex and whistled at woman, the use of vulgarities were not uncommon.

 

One day, a neighbor’s son who had just joined the Navy, suspected owl was gay. He lured owl to his home to watch a movie, but had me pinned to feed his fantasy. The army trained bastard was forceful in the sodomy and rendered owl powerless to neither move nor dare to utter a sound. Owl was maimed frozen in place, sucking the air while the navy was wheezing and smiling with burning delight. He than lifted his waistband, took owl’s aching wrist into his sperm-scrambled underwear.  Owl pushed him away and ran to nearby playground to hide the shame and guilt. Perhaps it was a secret inner desire that bear fruit since birth. My heart was pounding with warmth of dying lust during the event, but sad to be sexually inadequate when I watched his manly sperm turned cold and dried into flakes...

 

With disturbing hormone at play and the demanding school lectures, Owl did quite badly and managed to scrap a pass to final year.

 

At 16, a woman pianist became owl’s form teacher. She detested owl for the atrocity of my English. One morning, she walked into class with cloud hanging above her and smashed a pile of composition papers against owl’s cheek, Owl’s handwork flung into air. The scattered pieces  were covered wtih her red ink, an unremarkable sight, but enough to expose owl’s impotency to the world. Other students began to distance owl for fear of being implicated or to save their faking high image. Owl became more aloof.

 

When leaving exam came, owl took on the topic of Singapore street scene, among others and started to pour winter from my heart. Technicalities were thrown away in place of my fury, capable of whipping up the earth and matters true to my soul. Singapore was remake into an unimaginable chaos from storm, with men howling at the vision of hellish weather before the sky became visible again. It took Owl 20 minutes to scribble about 2.5 pages of me hating the world, enough to cause the pianist heart attack if she were to read my paper again.

 

At 17, our GCE O level result came with Cambridge’s not so impressive comments and enough to draw couple pages of Straits Times coverage. Owl’s class had only two who scored England and the rest who didn’t were advised to repeat their study. Owl hate to return to face the pianist again. Her Indian student, a pet she happily groomed, and made to contrast owl’s quality, managed to get a place in JC with air. Everyone was guessing who could be the 2^{nd lucky} student making the mark in English. It was a secret that Owl has the queen's blessings and kicked the pianist in her butt.

 

Unfortunately, due to family financial status, owl didn’t bother with further academic pursuit in JC.  Mainly, early school textbooks were boring with no valid skills value. Owl ran around in town from biscuit factory to toy manufacturer, seeking temp job to supplement the family, but was chased away by sleepy security guards at the factory entrance.

 

Granny was ill and bedridden. Her home drink stall was left vacant and shorthanded. Nobody in the huge family tree volunteered to help out in lesser job. Owl decided to roll up my sleeve and get to the street which was damp, noisy and full of temptation – the red light near little India, not far from Bugis street, was once transgenders hangout area.

 

Opposite granny’s home drink stall, was another stall selling sugar cane juice. It became owl’s focus for the rest of my brief employment there. Not because they were owl’s competitor but the owner’s son has charmed Owl with his army fit to assist his parents.

 

Owl’s sudden presence had caught much of people attention there too, they knew granny very well but she was living on borrowed times and partly, owl was young and enchanted by gay people loitering around those area. These people frequented our stall to bring us profit, out of their curiosity at this new and fair creature.

 

Anyway, those transgender  were humble and friendly in those places. Owl envied their guts for willing to transfrom from male to female despite bad publicity about them. They came for drink a couple of times before heading back to business, in their dimly lit dormitory, hidden somewhere near the dark alley.  All these people are not really scary, as much as Straits Times had created enough damage on them in a negative way for the root cause of Aids. Some of them held decent jobs too. An “auntie” was helping her boss (husband?}in their fishball noodle stall, at nearby coffee shop, which was my favorite lunching place. She often wore baggy white shirts to hide her artificial boobs, with hair neatly pinned into a bun and no make-up on her manly face except that her finger nails were painted with light pink for little vanity.

 

When owl has nothing to do after washing cups and scrubbing floor, owl will pull a stool to drool at the sugar cane’s manly son. He had nearly finished his 2^nd years of NS and thus a little switched off for him to help out at his father’s stall.  Without fail, he will always walk towards owl’s stall in his perspired bod for refreshment and I gladly gave him extra pieces of lychees which he gladly accepted  with smile and satisfaction.

 

Owl has never felt so homely under such routine and modest livings. In formal institutions where owl was put down enough to make people believe I have no great destiny, this short and unpredictable lane has reversed owl’s image and returned owl’s lost esteem. At least, it was blessed with good people. Its tranquility has kept me hidden from other people’s glory which I don't give a damn about.

 

At 18, owl left the place to prepare for an oath in army life and the home-drink stall was closed. Nothing is permanent, except owl’s little footprints in the narrow street that mark the end of my childhood.  

 

Having said that, every steps towards the army 3-tonners became  Owl's new journey between light and darkness and the rest became history as owl continue to walk my future gay journey alone……

 

*hoot*

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl
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[darkflame]

Darkflame thinks Owl is so cute with these writings.

Darkflame learnt a lot from these experiences written here.

[Midnight Owl]

Another of my contract job has ended, with exhaustion no less. Since I started on assignments with some of these local SMEs, which nobody wanted in Jobstreet, they neither have any good impression for me to take home. There were many ethical issues behind the scenes, which were emotionally draining, more than work related.  It no longer became an eye-opener, but something not unexpected from someone who have seen enough of this superficial world.

 

In brief, the 5 directors were close friends. They set up  4 companies with only SGD2 to few thousands capital and pretended they were big in their industry. These young directors, were alcoholic and they drank excessively after work that they can be absence the next day in office.

 

My contract position reported to all these show directors, with multiple and sometime conflicting instructions. Hunting for them during their absence can be choresome. The greatest joke was, they talked regularly (so-called office meeting) among themselves through alcohol and than forgot about their own discussion. This puzzling situation happened all the times outside office.

 

Once they are in office, they exerted their voice and made a fuss over non-issues to prove their presence of authority. Their self-importance and ego were explicit through the use of words during lectures and the amount of salary they drew was extreme, relative to sales. You can only follow their instruction to act, and not act on your own to prevent being torn into pieces regardless how brilliant your ideas were.

 

The directors also didn’t like to be looked down. Silence was the best option in any sales meeting; They loved to hear “Yes or OK”, you should never talked back. If you were seen to perform well, it was your duty and no appreciation was needed. However, if they spotted an ant in a bee honey, you will be sacked on the spot and two junior sales people have already met such fate. Instilling fear has become the 5 directors’ unspoken philosophy. When sales was weak, the directors borrowed money from private lenders and paid themselves excessivelythe after holding back all other staffs salary.

Fortunately, owl was paid on time as an “outsource” staff without needing to storm into MOM for help. Than again, owl was not spared from the ocean like a group of seal under the mercy of these 5 killer whales. After much scarring and tossing from them, owl decided to change course from their playground and terminated my contract for good.  Thereafter their business is already out of my mind and Owl can peacefully enjoy a good bath under October full moon, feeling safe and calm onshore.…..

 

*hoot*

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

Owl doesn’t remember when were my last sex encounters, which include having close physical contact with another person’s cock. It could have been more than a year ago, which means I am very pure by now.

 

Since I did not have sex, the woman in me felt very deprived and dreams started to crawl in whenever I closed my eyes in long deep sleep or a short nap. As such, owl have dozen of vivid dreams involving heavy sex I could never have dreamt in real life. These were sex with enemy to help me land a job, raped by pinoy in a dreamy mall, and enjoyed copulation from straight married man as kind gesture for looking after their new born baby. Last night, I was trying to knock out my friend’s husband with a pillow or “something” I couldn’t remember because the whole idea in my dream was to make him unconscious, pulled off his pants before giving him a good blow jobs until I sweat. Yes, I am more of a whore in my dream than in real person.

How owl did become so slutty? It has rekindled a year ago while cruising at Club 17.

 

An early evening at the stairs, to the dark maze, Owl nearly tripped at the slipper stairs and fell backward. Fortunately, a short fair guy “happened” to stand behind and held me tightly to prevent a scene.  He than stalked owl whole night and turned away those “step sisters” who had their eyes on him.  Out of gratitude, Owl allowed my savior to pull me into a room, helped him with condom and had my ass screwed doggie style. He couldn’t contain himself and pulled off the condom, exposing Owl to greater risk.

 

Owl was furious at him for trying to save owl from falling only to have me killed slowly if he was HIV+.  Thereafter, I joined the curb sex refugee counting down for my HIV test. I wanted to rush down to AFA within an impatient week but there was an open period before one could get a decisive test result, so I waited. Like many people, the waiting period gave owl a lot to hallucinate about the negative aftermath.

 

Soon, 6 months lapsed and still no sign of me wanting to drag myself into a clinic. My sexual urge came; I needed sex not without knowing my status. I struggled and googled for all anonymous HIV testing clinics in town and found one near orchard because it was manned by male doctor. When faced with life and death situation I was stubbornly seeking a male figure to sooth owl’s fright. Totally beyond hope for loving man so much.

 

To cut story short, I told doctor my virgin ass was fxxked raw by an inconsiderate man in sauna. He started to swear the fxxker for putting my health at risk. Within minute, there was no trace of any infection and owl left the clinic like a new born chick.

 

After that incident, owl has stopped sexing, which explains the sexually therapeutic dreams I have had including milking a young politician I shall not named in my dreamscape.

 

“Hoot!”

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

Year after year, I am not hearing Christmas bell ringing in my ears. Am I depressed or is this society more difficult to live in?

 

A wealthy friend of mine bought a house in district 10 a few years ago. It was worth a couple million in dollars, mostly inherited from her rich husband’s work. Couple times a year, she will invite all her friends to view her wealth and this is where the show began. She is an opportunist, because she knew every visitor will bring with them expensive gifts – foods and many more to replenish her thrifty lifestyles. As such, she can’t wait to receive us on her pre-planned occasions such as her kids’ birthday, Chinese New Year, Christmas day and her birthday…etc

Owl turned down her invitation twice this year to save some money for jobless days, but couldn’t escape this Sunday to avoid the anti-social name calling. Thus, owl reluctantly forked out $20 on budget and bought several big food items with small price tag, so as to look like a voluminous gift.

 

All other visitors arrived, unsurprisingly with big bags of groceries and gift to compete one another, with added presents for the host’s 2 infant boys which Owl happily ommitted. Owl placed my humble gift on a small table, away from crowds, so the host could take stock later. Her eyes were sharp and more powerful than price scanner in super mart, with a quick glance; she could roughly sums up the value of individual gift. In return, she gave the guests some present, bought from wholesale stores and largely dependent on who has bought the least or most valuable items for the house visit. The host will not shy discriminating, with tact, near the height of Christmas day.

 

Soon after, another “smart Alex” was swift to suggest a scrumptious breakfast treat for the host and family, and without further consultation, we ended up in a fanciful restaurant where the guests eventually shared the bill and blown away owl’s planned budget.

 

Noon came, we were all hungry again, the host thought it was time to show she was truly hosting. She cooked up a plain peanut soup, and served modest bowl of unseasoned salad with a pot of tea. While we were staring at the unappetizing food until it turned cold, her wealth became the day’s focus point. Other wealthy friends were struggling with their stories too, like some kind of sport, to achieve the best psychological score. Owl felt a strong sympathy when the host recycled her Oolong tea leaves several times until they turned white. In fact, the tea leaves were already consumed of its flavor by her family before the guest’s arrival.

She was property rich but household poor. This is the society we see today.

 

Owl left the wealthy gang to be themselves and took a lone walk by the pool. Owl’s closest girl friend joined me for a heart-to-heart chat. Owl could tell that her marriage life seemed empty. Her possessive & insecure husband jumped from his feet and followed us, interrupting my conversation with his gibberish to prevent his wife from disclosing too much of their personal matters. Owl has long suspected this gf’s husband is bisexual, always jealous when I and his wife were seen together. It was hard to guess whether he was jealous of me or his wife. However, behind my gf’s back, the husband was very much himself – sensible and gayish – always telling owl about his lack of chemistry with wife, but he still love her deeply.

 

This afternoon, he was pouring out his marriage agony again and subconsciously grabbed owl’s wrist so hard it hurts and nearly breaks my bone. However, owl has had enough hurts in life to turn pain into fantasy, and willingly gave him my phone number, if he needs any “help” at all. If he intend to screw owl someday to enjoy the life of both worlds – sexually dominating me and his wife to complete his bi-sexuality’s urge, owl is game for it. When the wife gave me her grumpy & suspicious look, owl rather the couple be left alone to sort out their lost world.

 

The host’s kids were extremely pampered and noisy, they drove owl up the wall in this long and boring afternoon. Owl took out a bag of Japanese biscuit to tame the brat; they tasted once and flung the snacks few meters away. The host was shocked, calculating who should bear the greatest fault. The rest of friends rushed in to the rescue and see who could sooth and restore the child’s mood and win the host’s praises, making owl an unnecessary culprit in the show.

 

When owl became broke, living in someone else’ life felt like a slut, pleasing them make a whore out of me, combining the two make a lonesome soul. Christmas or any other festive seasons is probably about the same shit, with no meaning for any gay to bring home. Nobody cares what you’ve bought or brought with love; our hard-earned spend on them were forgettable. You won’t find happiness in an emotionless rich man’s world; no amount of spending is going to make one positive. Christmas songs are singing its joy into your pocket, love became a purchase material. This fake society look just like a group of friend’s gathering on Sunday. You want to get out of there immediately and live a true Xmasy day, by being alone or with god, until the day you truly find that dream love of yours to help you distanced from all these mundane activities, and than live a genuine and happier life thereafter, with or without Christmas.

Anyway…..,Merry Christmas!

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*hoot*

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

Owl’s life is very much forgotten as days become year. In the most uneventful chapter of my entire life, owl kept thinking of the past.

 

In my teenage years, I had my fair share of problems dealing with idealistic adults. They wanted owl to admire people wearing ties and suit, sitting in air-con room, with shinning shoes and a briefcase to match. I struggled and stumbled with their expectation of my future, above my other dreams, until I was recruited for National Service.

 

After National Service, Owl entered my first corporate world and picked up work experience pretty fast. Without a starting experience, owl impressed some customers with soft charm. My immediate lady manager felt sidelined and told owl to fly out of her sight and head elsewhere bigger. Owl did as told and for many years, my corporate journeys were bitter with obstacles of a political kind, some big, some small, until SARs broke and threw owl off my feet again.  Owl was strayed in the face of society complexity and puzzling human behaviors, by than with very little motivation left in me.

 

Reasonably speaking, high pay matches high stress, low pay fit low stress. In reality, thru Owl’s several quests; I witnessed the opposite to be true, Survival of the fittest did not define individual fitness or performance. It was sheer luck and many doses of discriminations to give the undesirable more than they deserved, pussy adds up to, if the boss is a lusty kind. Such mismatch brought out the ugliness of certain office biased culture, created politics of desperate self-safeguard, nasty personality shows, insecure traits, and self-importance mentality to bully others. Collectively, they constructed into a very authoritative working environment and the kind of society we now live in. You can almost feel your colleagues, or superior, licking their boss’s shoes the moment he stepped into office and a bunch of polishers went into anxiety mode, stifling the air around you, worse than waiting outside a surgical room for news. The society became unnecessarily depressing and stressful as a result of insecurity human factors.

 

Most of the times, you also get the idea during interview. You felt like a prisoner being dragged to court for questioning, to match fit you into their cold cell. During which you were already planning to be freed within seconds when the ghost stories ended and quickly grabbed a cup of coffee to sooth your frightened nerves. This is the reason companies will never attract good people because bad people thrives in there. Such is the worth of corporate world we were misled during our naïve younger years, weaving from the dreams that our adult told us.

 

The point is, owl see people every day and became quite drained. Temper started to develop which was never meant to. Constantly having to confront people with bad vibes certainly is a test of my tolerance too far. What more to say of those who were intolerant and extremely anti-gay when you tried to be friendly with them, but their sledge hammer was over your head and ready to cast down at their slightest displeasure?

 

Going back to owl’ midnight scent and songs, I missed the good old days when people were less calculative, more trusting, more space, more nature, more warm words with genuine smile which now seem an irrecoverable scenes in a new weird world. Than, it created a new me too, I became less chatty, less smiley and more wary of people around me. Owl became unusually shy which prove disastrous when people meant no harm occasionally.

 

Few weeks ago, a gay guy, stayed within owl’s block, took the same lift and he initiated a greeting I wasn’t prepared for. Honestly speaking, Owl was very fond of him for many secret years, but I glued my eyes on the floor without a word from my mouth until he exited the lift with disappointment.  Of all my planetary pursuit for a dream, owl just missed the crucial passing star, if I haven’t had been shaped with weariness and wariness of life.

 

This coming week, owl will be attending two interviews.  One will be held with high secrecy, someone will be replaced and I need to enter the backdoor to see the boss. The 2nd one, everyone with authorities have no time for me because they were busy, the oversea boss took years to fly to Singapore for a brief peep at owl and who knows further postponement might not come as surprise. It doesn't really matter now, instead I find this dreamless night very healing.....

 

*hoot*

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

The art of an interviewer…...

 

1) When candidate came to your office for interview, always wear a smile in the greeting. If your office has ready mineral water, do ask if they need any drink. Imagine some of these candidates traveled all the way to your office under hot sun and they probably need to quench their thirst before interview starts. The onus is for the candidate to accept such polite offer and they will give you high mark for their first impression of the company.

 

I have seen interviewer’s room neatly packed with instant cups of mineral water on the conference table where dried up interviewee was coughing incessantly during interview. Than, the interviewer will ask “are you OK?” instead of “do you need me to get you some water?” It seems the mineral water was meant for show until their bosses authorized its distribution during high profile meeting? It is advisable to bring your own mineral water in case you encounter such situation.

 

2) Otherwise a polite greeting “How was your day? Did you find it easy to locate our office?” This will lighten the anxiety on anyone who probably left their previous companies in “cold" and needed something different from the past. Give them the basic warm welcome, regardless of your final decision, certainly helps to portray a positive image of your company. I believe in loosening and easing candidates into sharing their experience in an unfamiliar place and faces.

 

Unfortunately, most interviewers will make the candidate feel uneasy by entering the room with a cold shoulder. Dragged the chair, threw down the resume, sat down and stared the resume at length before questioning the candidate with doubts and skepticism for the job offered. Avoid showing all sort of unfriendly facial expressions as though you are the only soul who knows best of all things in this world.

 

3) Allow two way communications, the interviewer should talk lesser than the interviewee. A good listener is the best form of communication, nods if you agree with the interviewee. If you don’t, simply “Oh, that is new to Me.” or something to that effect. The focus must be on interviewee since you are accessing him.

I have seen interviewer subconsciously switched role, talked excessively without letting the candidate speak, she started to judge, impose opinion to make the candidate feel inferior in the interview room.

 

4) Study the candidate’s resume thoroughly before setting up for interview. Ask selected questions relevant to the scope of work you intend to offer instead of making candidate do general introduction of his 10 years work series which the interviewer didn’t intend to follow. Regrettably, I see boss who expressively gets bored in the midst of candidate’s introduction. The right question cut down time, enable candidate to pick items from his resume to substantiate the matching contributions to your organization’s objective.

 

5) Know the candidate’s salary expectation before short listing him. Sometime they will indicate minimum expected salary and if you cannot comply, do not call him up for interview. Most local employers do so, to test water. While you are at it, please be polite to explain the reason why you cannot meet candidate’s asking salary, probably due to company tight budget or the job was not hectic to match requested salary. However, do compensate the candidate with other non monetary perks in place of his opportunity cost, if he showed sign of interest (usually in desperate mode) but you may not see him staying put before his next birthday.

 

On many occasions, I have local bosses playing ageist card or qualification to tell candidate that they don’t deserve to be paid their expected salary. It really pissed me off having to go thru hassle of filling up long application forms only to be treated with impolite remarks and sarcasm. A waste of both party times and the co’s image get tarnished. Employer should know that candidate may be your potential customer, please treat them with equal respect like you did to your customer.

 

6) Stop telling candidate to become “plug and play” product on their first day in office. Any independent genius will need a learning curve to understand what the company did or did not. A good surgeon will not perform immediate surgery if they don’t understand the health of their patient. Same apply to newbie in any organization. Most sensible interviewee needs assurance that they will be guided proper before taking the plunge. The most conducive working environment is teamwork, approachable supervisor and no one should be made to work alone even though candidate is required to be independent at all time.

 

7) Never set target to build rocket within a short time span on candidate’s first day in office. He may not turn up the next day if he finds your demand unreasonable. Than all your efforts will be wasted in trying to find the best candidate in the market. As such, honesty is vital during interview to prepare candidate of what could be expected. Don’t lie to him just because you need manpower urgently.

 

8) Do not compare yourself with candidate by telling them they should be the like of you. My immediate supervisor once told me that if he can manage 10 companies, I should not complain for handling only two. It turned out that his 10 companies were dormant and empty with no volume. Whereas the 2 companies assigned to me were heavy with activities and packed with many challenging problems without any backup. If you wanted to compare with your subordinate, please do so on equal footings or use more convincing examples.

 

9) “I DON’T CARE!” often hanged in the lips of the superior or interviewer. Such authoritative tone deters people from joining your firm. As a supervisor, in my previous company, if my staff has work problems, I will listen attentively and work around the problems in a consultative manner. Nobody works alone in any organization at any level, instead of “I DON’T CARE! FIND SOLUTION YOURSELVES” or “YOU ARE PAID TO DO THE JOB”. If your staff genuinely cannot find a solution alone, he is unlikely to approach you again with such attitude. The problems will than snowball and stress him to a point he is unlikely “TO CARE” with you and has nothing to lose by quitting his job and returning the problem to you. Attempt to retain him make a mockery of yourselves.

 

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Last week, I went to a company in PSA building and here is an example of an unprofessional interviewer. As usual, every time I heard a female interviewer whom will become my immediate superior, I buckled up my seatbelt for a rough ride based on past unpleasant experience with emotive interviewers:

 

At the receptionist, a polite HR executive led me to a room; I filled up the application and passed it to him. Since it was a preliminary interview, I told the HR I have my certificates and wonder if he needed those since I mentioned my recruit agent has vetted it. He wasn’t sure and walked out with just my application form.

 

15 minutes later, a plumpish lady walked into the room with blasted tone:

 

Fat lady: I heard from HR you did not bring your certificates?

Owl: Oh, I did but he didn’t request from me and walk out. Do you need them now?

I can… *interrupted*

 

Fat lady: You should have said so to him; it wasted 15 minutes of my time going

thru your applications (which she held for a week prior to my interview)

 

Owl: Please accept my apology; I believe there was miscommunication between I and him just

Now. It is my fault, don’t blame him. (Owl tried to take the rap and dig out my cert)

 

Fat Lady: Of course you are to blame!!!! (She lost her temper and owl tucks my cert

back into my bag with hesitant)

 

The above was owl first impression in an unfamiliar place with a strange interviewer who showed no sign of respecting interviewee. She took 5 minutes mourning over the incident. In such awkward atmosphere, Owl stared at my visitor’s pass until she finally soothed herself, with my resume spread out across her table (stapler clips reaped off) and ready to speak.

 

Fat Lady: Please introduce yourself.

 

Owl briefly spoke about my work history. She was taken aback whether the vacancy is fitting for my experience and claimed owl was over qualified. Owl took out her advertisements and pointed the fact that she needed those of owl’s experience for the job advertised?

 

Fat Lady: Don’t interrupt, I haven’t finished yet. You mentioned you did this and that

in your previous companies holding certain position but our job’s

requirement is quite specialized you may find them boring eventually. I have met candidates

who find such job scopes not challenging enough.

 

Owl: Everyone is different; I do not want to compare myself with what others think about this job you advertised.

 

Fat Lady: I am not trying to compare you with other candidates, I am saying you might not find the the job matching to the profile in your resume

 

Owl: OK, probably you want to hear me for seconds; no job is boring if they are within my

Specialty. Most importantly I am seeking job beyond just job scope offered. I

prefer to work in company that offer career stability, high teamwork

environment and with strong …. (Owl stopped when the interviewer yawned).

 

Fat Lady: Go on, you want me to listen and I am listening, isn’t that what you want?

(She deliberately placed her palms to support the chin, and completely kept silent as sign

of protest that I insisted she listens to my explanations).

 

Owl: You can tell me more about this job (owl broke the silence and already felt demoralized by her weirdness).

 

She batted her eyelids in annoyed fashion before speaking:

 

Fat Lady: This company is dealing with xxxx, and I am new, almost few months and

my assistant is resigning because I transferred him to another dept he

couldn’t cope, so I hope this candidate…….. (Owl’s agent told me it was

a newly created position, but I tried not to say for fear of implicating more

people with her now-known character).

 

Fat Lady: My controller is also new, like me, I was from IT in my previous

companies and my jobs were XXXXXXXXXXXXX. ….. (She told me

more about herself and her jobs without wanting to stop. Owl couldn’t

interrupt with a list of questions prepared beforehand prior to this interview).

 

Fat Lady: My staff was doing this computer stuff and it was not so complicated, but

when it comes to reporting….it is quite metrical and they were smart and

some not so smart people, the Malaysia was………than you have the

Philippine side……than Europe.. (She blabbers out her company’s

technicalities not common in the market, not quite nailing the relevancy of

those against the advertised job scopes)

 

Suddenly, lightning and thunder flashed outside the window; it was quite soothing and peaceful. It calms owl greatly, from anxiety, as if I was soaking in the rain, refreshed and feeling cooled...

 

Fat Lady: So you see, we needed someone to fit into such complicated

environment and the person must be very experienced and we are not sure if you can

handle such tasks or find yourself capable …. (I thought she said

Owl was over qualified initially?)

 

Fat Lady: Let’s get to the job scope for your position (finally she went into

specific about the advertised position), this candidate must be able to

manage ABC task, submit DEF report to HQ and connect with our GHI

software, the position requires you to work on JKL matters.

 

“JKL” matters were closer to owl’s heart because it was something owl has done briefly in previous job. I wanted to ask her on this specific “JKL” responsibility since it involved external parties but there was no sign of interviewer stop talking for full 15 minutes of her forgettable tales Owl just has to wait and nod my head politely to make her feel good that I am now her patronizing listener...

 

Than when owl thought she has stopped talking,

 

Owl: If you don’t mind me asking, I have a question on JKL responsibility you

mentioned earlier on…..

 

Fat Lady: Gosh!!!!! I haven’t done with my speaking and you interrupt…..

 

The interviewer slapped her forehead, covered her face and indulged herself with 5 minutes of condolences before lifting her head to see whether owl feel guilty.

 

Fat Lady: Now I forgot where I’ve stopped. You know what, your agent has sent over 10

Applications and I find yours the most suitable for this position and

you are trying to RUIN IT!”

 

Owl was saddened by the whole interview process and eventually made a brave and polite request.

 

Owl: Why don’t we end this interview?”

 

Fat Lady: I think so too!!!!

 

Thank god!!

*hoot!*

Edited April 14, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[slut]

lolol everytime i read your posts im just reminded of why I like the way you write; its so freaking terrible but so bloody amazing at the same

[Midnight Owl]

The most impressive and memorable interview of my life is to say nothing about work, with my interviewer who is a British man in his 50s.  He did briefly look at my resume, placed them neatly back into his thin folder and without any word, we mutually understood each other.  .  He told me about the joy of his and his boss’s life in the company, which amazed me how relaxed he conducted our interview (cigar not included) and just by looking at me, he knew we will have chemistry working together; no further question needed except one last note before he ended the interview.  He said “I am willing to pay you more than your asking salary”, and without a doubt I joined the company a week later with no anxiety at all.

 

Don’t be too happy yet, those were history where many foreign investors were pretty impressive with “local products” and Singaporeans workers were the most sought after in those days.

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More than a decade later, as I mentioned in most of my previous interview encounters, nothing come close to the above mentioned, whether it was interview by foreign or local boss.  Sometimes, you wonder, how are interviewees faring these days, as compared visitors at the mental institution?

 

Employer can have the option to deliberate for weeks before calling you up for interview and thereafter took another week to reject or ignore you completely.  Employee has no such luxury to deliberate on the offer, otherwise they said you are a let down and than they HASTILY offer other candidate the job before you even make up your mind.

 

Last Thursday morning, I attended one interview conducted by a 30yo local lady director. Her partner is a Caucasian of equal age, whom I shall not mention here because he was as retarded as sloth and his speech was slower than snail throughout the interview. The local lady director took over the show, loudly and aggressively, but not unfriendly though.

 

As usual, after going thru the fundamental, boring self introduction which I hated more than singing national anthem, the 90 minutes shows began.  The following is an extract of what transpired in an open room where Tom, Dick and Harry in the office could hear our conversation, but the director felt that privacy is not her style.

 

Lady:  Owl, you seems quite specialized in the area of ABC, what about the area of D which we might involve you in?

 

Owl:  I have done D for 3 years prior to my last full time job, thus it remains fresh in my mind.

 

Lady:  How fresh? Can you elaborate?

 

Owl:  D is a very versatile responsibility unlike ABC; you need to know 123 & 456 to grasp D’s responsibility well. I helped my previous director with D in the area of 123456 & worked closely with stat boards on 789 for D too.

 

Lady:  If you come across situation where our sales manger has omitted 123 or 456, what will you do?

 

Owl:  I will try to communicate with them to find out the reason for such omission.

 

Lady:  How are you going to communicate with them since they are the manager?

 

Owl:  I will talk to them or send email as reminder, Besides, this company is very small and I doubt communication is an issue.  Do you foresee other problems that may arise later?

 

Lady:   My point is how do you deal with people making regular mistake?

 

Owl:  Nobody is perfect, we tend to overlook certain things in our work and we need to remind them not to repeat those mistake.   Nobody works alone, and we need to co-operate with one another to get things done professionally. Thus communications play a vital role in getting things done properly.

 

Lady:  You haven’t answered my question, how do you cope with people making mistake?

 

Owl:  Is the mistake a deliberate action or an oversight?  If deliberate attempt to hinder other people’s work, the management may have to consider disciplinary action and there is nothing I can do with such individual inflicted behavior.

 

Lady:  Well, sometimes people do have the habit of being less co-operative, how do you deal with that?

 

Owl began to feel annoyed that the director, who is the main shareholder, is not getting my straight answer.  If she can’t discipline her staff, what can owl possibly do?

 

Owl:   Owl has worked in several companies with different cultures.  Some have cultures which tend to breed negativity; others are conducive to bring out the positive traits of their workers.  If you foresee this company has culture that manifest more negative energy than positive one, than this place is certainly not what I am looking for. 

 

Director nodding her head and move on.

 

Lady:  What makes you feel happy at the end of office hour?

 

Owl:  Everyday is different; there is no single factor of what happiness is after work.  I have never thought about after-work as a joyous or sadness affair.

 

Lady:  Do you feel that end of the day; happiness is about accomplishing a task given or patting your back for meeting a given deadline or a praise from your boss?  There must be something that makes you happy when you call off the day?

 

Owl:  There are many factors. Task accomplishment is one, camaraderie environment is another, sometimes weather may affect the mood of leaving the office (trying to crack cheap joke)... Personally, I will feel more rewarded by team spirit to successfully achieve something together, at the end of office hour.  One will not feel happy if there is constant politicking in the office to accomplish a task, at other people expenses.  I hate to drag my feet into office if this place has became a war zone everyday – task accomplished or not.  I am a people person.

 

Lady:  You kept emphasizing about team work, what about your own happiness?

 

Owl was getting very annoyed again, was she so lack of happiness she needed some magical concoction from me?

 

Owl:  Happiness is a package thing. You assessed me as a package, which means my overall personality including my academic achievement, experience and my presentation which determine whether you are happy to accept me.   I would expect likewise from your company rather than single out one factor to measure my happiness during work or after work.   (Hmmm….owl is making life very confusing for her)

 

Lady:  How do you distress yourself during work?

 

Owl:  I don’t bring personal problems to work and I don’t smoke at the lobby,   I jog (and ogle at men) after work to distress myself.   (Of course owl is not going to say I will surf BW forum during office hour).

 

Lady:  What are the 3 factors that most likely give you comfort in your assigned role?

 

Owl:  Knowledge, the right tool and right attitude

 

Lady:  I mean the emotional aspect of you.

 

Appealing to emotional question again….*Arrggghhhh*

 

Owl:  I do not have an answer.  I have seen a happy person without knowledge nor the right attitude for the job but felt comfortable delegating their work to others (trying to be sarcastic).  I have witnessed my ex-colleague showing no sign of motivation, not very proactive AND that makes her very comfortable too (more sarcasms from owl).

 

Owl saw the director jotting down “PROACTIVE”, “MOTIVATION” and she continue to press a half drained owl for answer before she starts the next question.

 

Should owl continue to apply the teamwork logic again?  She may not buy it from previous questions.

 

Owl:   I am not a stone, cold and static.   Imagine I will be the plant your company adopts, and no matter how hardy I am, I will not thrive in dark places. I will keep looking out for the sun, and worry about things fed into my root.  You get the definition of my personal comfort to apply for this role?

 

Lady:  If someday, I give you an assistant and he came complaining to you that other departmental heads bully him, what will you do?

 

At this point, Owl began to wonder whether this company is so full of problems and void of happiness that such questions kept cropping up.

 

Owl:  I will not take side vertically or laterally.  I seek reasons and not fervor regardless of status, including the director (owl was getting bolder & angrier now)

 

Lady:  How are you going to achieve that?

 

Owl:  Owl has gone thru many stages of my life to know the meaning of reasons and unreason.  I see people from all walks of life everyday (since kindergartens) and I have worked for a number of years, playing different roles (including hand jobs, oral and bottom). That should count as a tried and tested (seasoned gay) person capable of handling others emotional problems (including this form of stupid interview)?

 

Lady:  Good!!! 

 

We walked out of the door-less room, and half dozen olleagues were staring at us, with noticeable pairs gathered fishily  and seemingly heard everything that was  said, which set owl guessing the mysterious mind behind those whispering office bones.

 

At the exit…..

 

Lady:  I would like to have two referees from you for this position.

 

Owl:  I will email their particulars to you.

 

Owl never did, because I was worried the interviewer may put my busy referees to the same level of test and have them run away from me in future.

 

Today, 5 days later, I decided to give myself a chance, and furnish my referees’ particulars to the company and with added  note that she can contact them if she felt I am suitable for the role applied, but here was her reply:

 

Lady:  “You are a great person and it is a shame that you have gently let us down for taking longer time to deliberate on our discussion. Thus we have decided to offer the post to someone else….”

 

It sounds pretty flattering and humiliating at the same time. Besides, when was there an offer in the first place, other than her request for two referees from owl?

 

If owl is a HR person and I found a treasured candidate whom I like, I would make a little effort such as this:

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“It has been a pleasure talking to you and we have decided to offer you the job on condition that you provide us with two referees as part of our recruitment policy 

 

We hope to hear from you by XX.XX.2013 to cover this urgent position, otherwise we regret to believe you are no longer keen to pursue this offer”

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Certainly, a 90 minutes hellish interview deserves more than just two liners of rejection or redicule  and it comes only after I have written to them.

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*hoot*

 

[Midnight Owl]

Being a runner-up in life really sucks and  the winner has not proved to be better.. 

 

Owl has watched America’s next top model many times and noticed a trend in every season.  The less likable woman who bitched the most behind scenes,  smiled like an ape, fumbled during cat walk, bra accidentally reaped for a stunt shoot and than forgot her script for a video advertisement,  will somehow emerge as ultimate winner.

 

You thought the judges were either blind or sympathetic towards the careless one or the whole selection process was flawed.   It hurts to see the most qualified one leaving the stage as runner-up and her sorrow exposed for the producer to make a point -  the winner takes it all.  Oh really? In owl’s night view, life has no winner, but people were treated like game and entertainment to make someone’s day.

 

The worse part was, if anyone among the panel of judges said something about her skin  being too old or her smile too aged regardless of her angelic look, she is prematurely crucified before the end. As such, it is about time to plan an early exit to avoid receiving further insult. Same situation applies during any job interview conducted by a group of interviewers in a room. If one of them tried hard to make you look bad, you are unlikely to be their favorite candidate. Thus, don’t waste time fighting for life in there, save energy till the end and don’t look back. Otherwise you will end up like a gunho intern willing to be slapped and beaten to pulp, unless you are gay and feel a thing or two for your idolized boss, owl has nothing to say to you.  Enjoy the torture and forgive your boss.

 

Fear Factor, is another lesson to be learned. Owl is not the type of person who swallowed nonsense,  suffered burn, gagged on bugs, poked, crashed into glass and than drove into sea. Tthereafter,  by a mere second difference, became  2^nd in place, and made a loser without any penny to bring home, regardless how hard you tried..

 

Over the last couple of months, owl was told by several companies, I was the last 2 stellar persons standing among many  short listed candidates. After they have swell owl with high hope, they denied my existence with such lameness: “After careful considerations, we regret to inform  that you did not meet our requirements for the job and we have found another candidate more suited for the role”.

 

The puzzling part is more laughable,  1 to 2 months after owl was rejected, the same company put up similar advertisement again, like a new season of “survival” is about to begin.  It leaves me wondering, didn’t the company claimed it has recruited a choiced candidate with immunity over owl?  Probably, it suggest a blessing in disguise for owl, the company could be a  hell chamber, not fit for the living including the best.

 

Having said that,  the most ideal man in owl’s life (my ex-colleague), has just wedded the most unlikely ex-colleague, a quarrelsome office bitch. I watched them walked down the  aisle holding hands, the weirdest pair filled me with jealousy and outcast. All those days we spend together and helped him in office, including watching him pee, and such relationship was no match to an average kick-ass office pussy?  She has won the fullest of him before owl’s eyes and made me feel like a failure.

 

Life sucks as number 2 in other people’s world, especially when owl wanted  something or someone so badly. I had rather be 1^st in line or held other ranking other than neck-to-neck with the winner. At least, it makes defeat easier to accept  and free owl from all those weary insanity of being second to none.

 

*hoot*

 

 

 

[Midnight Owl]

Not many people can foretell a storm just by looking at a tea leaf. Owl do not profess to be one but, quite often,  owl tend to have the gay’s gifted instinct to pre-warn what may come in the after-event..  The following were owl’s last few months of exposures, which make accepting these job offer, a real challenge:-

 

 

Male local boss in his 40s (The Deceptive Temperature)

 

1. When owl tried to shake hands with my interviewer and promised to work well together, the interviewer has sudden withdrawal symptom and gave you his “I-can’t-promise-you”  look.  This is precautionary signs to owl that the boss has hidden self-guilt to preserve and couldn’t shake off being  superior over you. Otherwise, why the difficulty to reciprocate a gesture from owl who meant well?

1. If your interviewer kept flipping your resume to look at your asking salary, during the half hour you were talking, be prepared to have your asking salary slashed if  he decided to shortlist you. It was his eye-sore, not your experiences. to him.

1. He gave you the hot-cold shower during interview. Interviewer suddenly look very serious in the midst of a cheery chatty conversation. Than when the room froze into ice, he turned on the heat again and brought you back to laughter . You should be wary when boss toyed with emotion.  He is a control freak.

 

Male local boss in his 50s (The Air brush)

 

1. If the interviewer was quick to wave his hand and  brush off your first explanation, regardless of your justification in view, he is unlikely to be a receptive or accommodative person to work with. By the same logic,  you will find an extremely rude person pushing you away, for blocking him,  than someone who verbally telling you to move aside.
2. Interviewer who asked for a copy of resume (you already send to him) during interview shows his lack of respect and sincerity in preparation to meet you.  As such, he is likely to throw every chores into your face and keep none for himself if short listed.

 

 

Male local boss in his 60s  (No room for Gay)

 

1. Interviewer who took 2/3 of your time having his eyeballs shooting outside the interviewing room, as if he was expecting a delivery man or pretending to get distracted, are clear sign showing disinterest in your conversation. Cut short the interview and save promoting yourselves.  He is likely to be a fundamentalist and get irritated  by your gayness already.  Furthermore, it became more obvious when he deliberately interview in whisper mode, hardly audible than a dying person gasping for  life.

 

Male local manager in his 60s (A lecturer)

 

1. Someone who kept making presumption and forced it on you.  I told the supervisor I was doing temp job under forced  circumstances but he escalated to mean the economy was in crisis. When you told him you weren’t sure it was the case because Singapore kept enjoying double-digit growth in those years,  he turned the interview into a lecture room.  Let  him finished his superior view, he will sink into exhaustion.  You are unlikely to be short listed because the manager will be self-reproaching thereafter, for having “trapped-in-his-own-world” experiences, .created by you.

 

Female boss in her 60s  (A Twitched preacher)

 

1. Have you ever seen an interviewer who kept twitching her cheek’s muscle when trying to argue a point?  I thought it only happened when someone tried to slaughter a tough chicken or strangle a victim until no breath was left.  My point is, simply creepy.

1. Owl dislike being dragged into a religion discussion to substantiate an answer. In work place, it is either doing it right to correct a wrong.  When  interviewer told me to embrace religion so that I can learn to embrace the wrong thing (her company has tones of it) to make me a right person, it doesn’t really make sense.  She knew I was confused and attempted to further contradict herself by saying she is intolerant to mistake in office.  She could simply be honest by admitting many mistakes made under her leadership and needed someone to make things right for her,  with appreciation to follow.   Well, most woman talk for the sake of talking and wasting my time.  Here is another hilarious encounter

 

Local Female Manager in her 30s  (Time waster)

 

1. She spend so much time making owl poured out all my irrelevant “grandparent’s stories“, without introducing me to the job advertised and than told me she has 20 other candidates waiting on her list.  When you asked her to provide more basic information about the company and the job, she told you it was confidential and will disclose only if you are shortlisted the 2nd round.

 

Local Male manager in his late 20s or early 30s (The puppy)

 

1. The puppy who are supposed to be technically competent, had hardly spoken a word during the interview, except to fiddle with  his hand phone from start to finish.. His director, who isn’t technically conversant in owl’s job,  were struggling with questions and answers on behalf of the quiet puppy. Sometimes, the director appeared to be defending the meek puppy when he saw owl with equal experience to counter. The puppy only barked once at owl, to show his visibility, when owl didn’t hear the interviewer’s question clearly.  The only time when the puppy appeared to be helpful is to rush out of the room to fetch the director’s name card. Yeah, owl reports to the puppy, not the director,  if short listed.

 

 

Son of Local boss in his 30s (The Flight plan)

 

1. Again, another interviewer who was an hour late and lost owl’s resume and decided to make do with owl’s draft copy on hand.  Than, he swiftly finished the interview by claiming to be flying off within hours.  Owl has never felt more insulted when my shortest fucking session took longer than this interview.

 

 

Owl believe, a desperate job seeker may find the above hard to decide if being offered to work for any of the above bosses.

 

*hoot*

Edited June 13, 2013 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

Not many people can foretell a storm just by looking at a tea leaf. Owl do not profess to be one but, quite often,  owl tend to have the gay’s gifted instinct to pre-warn what may come in the after-event..  The following were owl’s last few months of exposures, which make accepting these job offer, a real challenge:-

 

 

Male local boss in his 40s (The Deceptive Temperature)

 

1. When owl tried to shake hands with my interviewer and promised to work well together, the interviewer has sudden withdrawal symptom and gave you his “I-can’t-promise-you”  look.  This is precautionary signs to owl that the boss has hidden self-guilt to preserve and couldn’t shake off being  superior over you. Otherwise, why the difficulty to reciprocate a gesture from owl who meant well?

1. If your interviewer kept flipping your resume to look at your asking salary, during the half hour you were talking, be prepared to have your asking salary slashed if  he decided to shortlist you. It was his eye-sore, not your experiences. to him.

1. He gave you the hot-cold shower during interview. Interviewer suddenly look very serious in the midst of a cheery chatty conversation. Than when the room froze into ice, he turned on the heat again and brought you back to laughter . You should be wary when boss toyed with emotion.  He is a control freak.

Owl has not written for months because I have defied my OWL'S INSTINCT and opted for the above vacancy to begin 3 months of owl's unexpected messy journey. Simply because owl needs money.

 

After signing my employment letter, I was treated with simple meal by boss. In the midst of our meal, he was  scolding someone thru his hand phone and thus killing my appetite.  After working for boss for some times, owl began to realize he often used similar tactic to gain respect, such that every newbies get his message and whoever heard his anger within miles will eventually yield to fears and became obedient as a result. This is easy, especially when many staffs working under boss are not very well-educated..   However, owl was not perturbed by boss deliberate show – whatever that is – and  remains confident as long as my job is not hindered.

 

After meal, I was led to a small room the size of  2 HDB toilets combined and shocked at the sight of overflowing papers that could touch the ceiling. Owl felt misled into what I was signing up for. Many candidates would have run away upon setting foot into that unsightly room. . However, Owl took the plunge quite desperately for money which was slashed during the offer.

 

The room has multiple functions of a utility cum store within it,  and was void of proper ventilation. The aircon spun out air as warm as car’s exhaust and further polluted the already dusty air with no window for escape.  The unsorted and accumulations of work told stories of complacency that run many years and hence became far behind schedule. Dust gathered was black and thick, enough to mold a claypot for fire.

 

Many foot-high paperwork has no identity or reason, and each pile was strayed in every available footpath to trip everyone over.   Adding insult to the working conditions, the room also serves as public space where tom-dick-Harry are allowed to use freely for “laundry” that smell like spoil foods on a wet weather. At times, other unpleasant smell creeps in that makes you wonder whereabout its source.  Privacy and confidentiality doesn’t exist, but only shocking experience if someone stood at your back  and pried without you knowing.  

 

The only small built-in table was occupied by a laptop with no space to maneuver its mouse.  Owl has no option but to rely on a sitting stool as my permanent working table   There were few initial stage when boss  would swept my work from the stool and sit comfortably to pick up phone and scold an unlucky distant soul again. After he was done making an angry show, owl could resume the work after the rude interruption. It was a pitiful sight that demand high tolerance level.

 

Fortunately a week after owl took office, boss went on a week holiday.  With no more irritating anger to bear and armed with freedom at my disposal, owl collected few giant boxes to gather all their years of untouched chores that never seems to end.  I mourned silently for an extra pair of hands in such challenging time, but single-handedly took more than  2 months to clear the choking place and have each item given a home and an identity before digitalized them meticulously. The side effect was having owl to sneeze and spit out bitter dust everyday and eventually fell ill on several occasions..

 

When the boss finally returned, he continued with his display of arrogance. Owl began to turn cold towards him in order to get my job done in proper.  The gravity of the mess has coughed out several serious oversight on compliances issues that needed his urgent attentions. However,  all I get from boss after his holiday  was a mouthful remark.:

 

Boss: “I am tired,  your job ain’t nothing, Xi Ah Gua”.

 

Owl was trying to save someone from falling off the cliff but getting tossed over by him instead.  Haven’t gotten my first  month pro-rated salary, I bite my lip and persevered.  The following day, a similar advertisement was being placed in jobstreet. The boss wanted someone better.  He never did and couldn’t find someone with matching experience to replace owl for the challenging task at hand.

 

His unhappy attitude took a sudden turns the following week, and started to call owl “Mr. handsome”.  I didn’t buy into his temperament of treating owl with warm and cold shower at his political fancies.   Owl’s main motivation was to quickly finish their dirty task, earn my keep and leave when other opportunity arises. However, I never did find a job for reason that follows….

 

A month later, a lesbian who was serving her notice has all the free times chatting with owl.  She was curious whether owl has a bf  since I look quite cool and decent  Replying her with half-baked and cautious answer is par to admitting my identity.  The  young Lesbian's loud mouth eventually spread into every part of the organization and my Christian boss began another bout of cold treatment towards owl again.  No more “Mr. Handsome” to be called but complete silence and isolation like some kind of diseases to be avoided.

 

2.5 months passes with weariness and  thankless job. Several doses of different cough mixtures didn’t help to smoothen my polluted throat but owl has managed to smooth an inhabitable room into a spacious clean office but still no table to work on. Nobody could have imagined an unsightly room could change forever under owl’s miraculous effort.. The filing systems were up with labels, information’s became easily accessible and has benefited many colleagues who now found their lost documents. Most importantly, appeals letters were send and brought the boss out of compliances “danger zone” that have haunted the organization for years. ..

 

However, the boss was not stir by all of it.  Confirmation letter never came after serving my 3^rd month.  He was wary and owl’s instinct had me believe  his  anti gayness  was brewing and waiting to explode anytime in different ways.   

 

One fateful morning, owl couldn’t find an important document and immediately send an alarm  message to other staffs for help.  My boss (a control freak),  who has password to every email user in the organization, intercepted and replied loudly via others email, that he didn’t care and owl shouldn’t have asked for missing document.

 

Within seconds of his email void of appreciation, my simple reply to the boss needs no further explanation - owl tendered my resignation with no regret.

 

*hoot*.

[Midnight Owl]

Owl has been pondering on question posed by a lesbian who seek to know why owl has to remain single, despite there being so many gay clubs/saunas in Singapore.   She told owl  if she could find a “lesbian-suspect”, be they colleagues, customers or strangers sitting next to her, she will jump at the opportunity to start conversing with them at length, hoping for results. Such boldness or bravery method of courtship was, in a manner,  not so common in our cautious gay world . 

 

In fact, she wasn’t the first who was puzzled by owl’s single hood. A straight girlfriend of mine posed similar question too. Unlike owl who has waited as long as her for a mate, she swiftly married a man out of convenient and he was not an interesting product in the eyes of gay.  In Owl’s eyes, she was seen wanting a companion so badly.  So it seems women, lesbian or straight,  when under desperate circumstances, can be quite forgiving  in choosing their partner  unlike the oblivious side of  gay where everything has to be perfect for a match,

 

Since the object of owl’s affection is very different from the above two burgers, owl didn’t see any relevancy in trying to answer to their  curiosity they will never grasp.  In owl’s decades of gay journey, gay relationship requires tones of perseverance akin to seeking herbs from a distant mountain and than taking even longer time to brew thereafter.  Looking back in owl’s hunting time, already long gone, Owl wasn’t  proud about finding anything with the following humble experiences.

 

I remember dating a teacher the same age, and it turned out as student-teacher relationship more than buddy-type. The guy kept correcting my pronunciation like owl was an idiot never seen through a proper education. My date was also very  particular about Owl using the wrong plural or singular term during conversation.  If love is about using correct grammar, farting would require skills.

 

On owl’s first date with another chatroom mate, the guy took me to his favorite stall for lunch.  We ordered our own dish and owl enquired if he wanted any dessert which he turned down for not having sweet tooth.  Owl noticed he  bought extra plate of beef,  Owl doesn’t like beef but he placed some on my plate without permission. Out of courtesy, I gagged down a piece which tasted too rich, but he insisted owl to  finish up the rest.  Owl appreciates the art of sharing in any relationship, it can be romantic but also annoying if opinion was not sought, right?

 

Another food fetish, a pastor, who knows where to eat what during dating.  If owl didn’t get physically bloated,  the omen must be real bad.   We were having Tim Sum breakfast and owl waved for a spoon not found on my table. The waiter came right behind with my request, owl didn’t notice and stand up to head for the wash room,  The spoon smashed into pieces and the waiter apologized profusely and showed concern whether owl was hurt by broken glasses. My lover chided me for being careless.  Owl waited for the meal to end and confessed to the pastor that I think I was in love with the (more caring) waiter.

 

Though tones of exposures have given owl colorful lessons to feel amusing or irking,  depending on which stages a relationship starts or goes, nothing took the cake than this.  I met another guy on the net again, we went steady for a while and he was a lovely chatter..  However, what does leopard never change its spots mean? When I was dating this guy and still going steady with him, he has the itch of checking out every happening toilet and kept owl waiting and wondering: am I not already his checkmate?

 

Owl do not profess to be perfect. . The above may sound careless from one party and unforgiving of another. Indigestible habits will defect any form of relationship and must not be allowed to take root if your vision is clear, with some flexibility.  Thus I rather whine for not having a good job than to wail about not getting engaged in life. The former is not difficult to achieve as compare to the latter which requires more time and the right concoction  of  love coming together.

 

However, owl is pretty consistent with my  expectation. Don’t impose on me to be trendy with evolving time. Owl can never become a  TOP if there is non left  in the gay world. Tattoo or lingerie are not my cup of tea if I think I look just as good as you without them.   Last but not least,  Owl will not pretend to know which spoon goes with what dishes inside a fanciful restaurant.  Bear with me,   Owl is an easy and simple as what I was meant to be. Complexity hates me and I don’t bloody care!!!!!.  

 

*hoot*

[Midnight Owl]

Owl has never felt so relieved after rejecting my friend’s invitation to her Christmas gathering.  This time last year, owl wrote about all the bad experiences of seeing people went overboard to please the rich host’s family. Owl ended up with nothing spiritual to gain and made me wonder the purpose of Christmas.

 

Owl will not fault certain people for willing to spend after getting their fat bonuses, it was theirs to use. The point was, the unprofessional rich host made owl lost out to these people, so that her ignorant guests can feel more complete with purpose achieved.  They call you friend when they needed you to add to their numbers. While owl was there, they  treated you like dish to pick for taste and than leave you alone, to pleasure their princely kids, if owl didn’t  fit into their intelligent discussion. The party was about seeing who has, and who didn’t..

 

Last year, the host bluntly told owl she has forgotten about an over-budgeted tea pot owl bought her for Christmas gift. Her children embarrassed their mother by describing the uniqueness of owl’s tea pot with a pair of ears and rabbit legs. She excused herself for having some sort of amnesia. Everyone in the party tried to help her “recall” the novelty pot. She denied completely, not worth her remembrances.  At times, she will distribute inspiration books or new year calendar plans to her other guests and deliberately leave out owl with presumption that owl don’t need them.  It was no big deal to owl.

 

While owl was defeated by previous experiences, I felt a  tremendous sense of freedom after rejecting this Christmas “party”.  Owl is no longer avail to please everyone. My absence became something my friends have never thought could happen in the past. They started to call, send messages, request for owl’s  presence.  They needed owl badly , they wanted me back urgently, so that an accommodative owl can add to the number again.   

 

Owl owes nobody. The money saved from buying lesser gift,  can now be used to pamper owl with foods this forward looking Christmas. Owl couldn’t be more happy, no more burden by other people’s materialistic world owl couldn’t afford and some people won’t remember either.

 

*hoot!*

[Midnight Owl]

Owl does not have a manly voice. It lacks throat power, the deep, low, hoarse and thunderous type, so often displayed by energetic straight man.  As such, owl often lose out to arguments, became tongue tight when a someone tried to generate a deafening angry tone to overwhelm your reasoning

 

Throughout my whole life, there was never an incident owl has screamed or shouted at anyone  at all. It only happened during early army days when owl was forced to shout “honguard!!” while thrusting a rifle in the air. Thereafter, owl lost my voice completely for days and placed on Meidcal leaves until my voice recovered..

 

I have to believe owl was born with soft gay voice, not those feminine type, but no less irritably gaily gentle, recognizable even when someone who were to hear it  20 years later, they know it was owl’s.

 

Owl do not know which group of gayness I belonged. I am not those dramatic kind who screeched to the hilt with  hands gestured loosely in butterfly mode and eyes rolled without restriction to get the world’s best attention or make a point.

 

Neither is owl a flamboyant butch who dare to challenge man or woman when faced with unreasonable situation, even risk having their face on Stomp. Sometimes, it was the man or woman who stood up for owl when they thought this marshmallow was about to be toasted over burning coal.

 

Friday late afternoon, owl went to Komala at Peninsula Plaza to order my dinner. Surrounded by large group of black crows, owl’s meal never came even though my color stood out quite prominently from the rest. Though owl has plenty of room for patient,  the boss and manager on service, kept placing owl’s receipt at the back of every Indian customers.

 

Owl do not know whether it was color or gay discrimination that kept me waited for nearly half hour, to a tipping point, a local Indian lady stood up for owl even though her husband told her to mind her own business.  Owl’s packed meal finally came after a small commotion which I was grateful from an unexpected help.

 

Nonetheless, another PMET Indian with ties and sleeves,  of foreign origin, after witnessed the scene, gave owl the look that I do not belong in this Indian territory.  Any brave man would have pounded that arrogant chap into black powder, but Owl  left immediately without checking my order and reached home to find  two packets of spice gravies missing.

 

Owl is powerless with discrimination appearing in many forms.  I wished I am more man and more courageous to tell people off,  but this gay Owl  could not find the bitch inside me,….

 

*hoot*

[Midnight Owl]

We often ran into each other, like strangers in the seas of humanity and owl wasn’t sure you were gay in those days.  Now, I am certain  you are, from  the way you looked at owl with  persistent interest and curiosity . We live in the same building.

 

In recent months, we were crossing path  again, taking the same elevator home.  This time, you seems more spontaneous in wanting to get closer, but Owl’s battered life has turned me aloof and became cold.  Owl did not have the courage to look into your eyes, and you often lifted yours to get owl’s attention.  If you have persevered and acted more boldly like touching owl’s feather softly, instead of looking into owl’s timid eyes for an answer, owl would be happily triggered and flapped my wings in delight.   Nevertheless, it wasn't entirely your fault, a scared  owl was living in self-denial and fearing rejection for years.

 

Owl believed our silent mutual affection has created a strong inner anxiety in owl, within the confined space, but you were forgiving.  At times, you tried to peep at owl through the elevator’s mirror and wandered into owl’s searching thoughts. Frankly, Owl was the first to admire  you secretly, through another reflective glass wall, you weren’t aware of.    During those brief “burning” moment before we were separated again, Owl has absurd wish for the moving elevator to malfunction and  have us trapped for soulful time until the rescue crews arrived.

 

Owl is keen in you, more than you would like to believe.  Owl think you are manly, probably same age, and most importantly, you look so down-to-earth type of guy-next-door with tanned complexion. Your  non-fuss decent dress code with matching thicker-framed spectacles, makes you look decent and humble.   Your deep soothing patronized tone, offered to push the floor button on owl’s behalf with your weathered thick thumb,  lingers with memorable impression.

 

In fact, owl has been struggling alone, to battle against all odds in life, to the extend of helpless exhaustion and was too scare to live and breath love around me.  However, owl has no further excuses to be reserved towards a potential mate next door. Owl will still need a companion to shoulder our small world together, at some stages in life, share words of courage and crack jokes to make lights out of dark days. 

 

As for now, Owl must confess that when the elevator shut its doors between two speechless us and you walked away feeling disappointed again, owl felt a sense of lost for my inaction too.  We both knew the  precious opportunites to pour our unspoken heart, have passed by many times like this…….

 

Merry Christmas 2013

 

Edited July 10, 2018 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

*hoot*

 

Moon:  Midnight owl, is that you hiding behind me? Come over!

 

Owl:     Your mighty highness, sorry for my intrusion, I wanted alone here, away from earth.

 

Moon:  It is cold up here, you look troubled?

 

Owl:      It is noisy on earth, I needed a quiet moment for New Year Eve. Those bad people on earth treated me like dirt.

 

Moon:  Oh?  Dirt is a compliment.  Everything you see in the solar system began from dirt, the size of a booger, before the  War of the Titan.   

 

Owl:      You are a humble moon.  You are immortal, well loved by many earthlings. They made song out of you, prayed to you, called you goddess and  some even fearful of your presence.  I saw specks of glinting stars around us, are there god somewhere?

 

Moon:  God is everything but nothing. Sun, Jupiter, Uranus and Neptune has contributed to the existence of all organisms on earth.  You are very lucky  to be so near to this promised land. We shouldn’t ask for more than what we already have - 1 in  billions of planets nothing like earth.

 

Owl:      Still, not every mankind is happy, they can never find enough satisfaction and will destroy  earth to get there, and the prayed to god for help or  bully others to derive satisfaction in the “Promised Land”.

 

Moon:   It is called the cycle of life, there will be birth in every destruction. I was born out of such destruction and so was Earth. It makes us stronger  and not weaken us. You shouldn’t be afraid.  .

 

Owl:      I felt emotionally drained though, and fear sets in at times. I bathed in your moonlight for  answer whenever you appears, but each time you  kept silence. Can you help me?

 

Moon:   When purpose of life fails you, draw energy from the root of life that created you.

 

Owl:      ??????

 

Moon:   Living things are depressed by energy from artificial objects. Reduce them and draw energies from abundant natural source on earth and  everything that created earth. These are so powerful and immortals to every organisms, like heat from the sun, the wind I breath into the  night  and water created by comets of Neptune and Uranus.  Don’t worry about humanity, they are bacteria in my view. Live simply.

 

Owl:       Thank you moon. I will clear my nest tonight but I hope to stay with you.

 

Moon:    I am not habitable for now, only the Earth can provide what you needed. But I have a favor no less from you for your quiet intrusion.

 

Owl:        I didn’t bring you any gift but ranting.

 

Moon:    A feather will do.  I will keep them for as long as I lived. That makes you an immortal bird to remember.

 

Owl:       I am flattered and you are being very  kind. I will give you the largest  piece closer to the tip of my  wing but don’t let those Probe detect  anything unusual tonight. Otherwise they will send a bunch of astronauts to mess up your face and create news.  Besides, was there rabbit or fairies dwelled here before?

 

Moon:    Nope, except an inquisitive owl on new year’s eve. I will hide your feather far from those man-make accessories which look pretty cool on me It is time you return to the promised land and mingle with nature..

 

Owl:       Yup, it is about time and 2014 is around the corner, when you and Earth reached the end of orbit around the sun. 

 

Moon:    Let’s have a new starting point together and remember what I’ve told you.

 

Owl:        I will remember, but I might have another situation……..

 

Moon:    What could that be?

 

Owl:        I don't know how to return to earth.

 

Moon:      …………..

 

 

*hoot*

.    

Edited December 31, 2013 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

After owl's journey to the moon, owl began to  declutter my bird nest.  Nearly 100kg of books have been donated.  I lugged each bagful on 3 different days to the library. Those books no longer hold dear to me. Owl has learned lessons from  real life situations more than books written by others, that makes owl the best author of my own life stories.

 

Than came the clearing of 12  arch files accumulated through years of expensive school assignments and lecture notes.  It, too, serves very little purpose in job hunt.  Everything you learned from school was not the ultimate requirements in the eyes of cheapskate boss who view “cheapness” as an important criteria to securing a job with them.   Owl emptied a dozen arch files, piled them up like a mini mountain of loose papers and let them flutter quietly down the rubbish chute. It didn’t, instead the large volume of papers tumbled down with intermittent loud bangs and scared the shit out of many sleepers in  midnight.

 

Old friends’ gifts, which owl didn’t quite value. They were mugs, stationery, shoe lace (without shoes) from rich friend who claimed they were expensive import of Korea.  Memoir of “someone” whom I hardly lift a leave and let the bulky book gathered dust. Body lotion that feel like cum with funny scent.  Time’s best selling BOOK OF SECRET which was no secret at all (at least to owl).  Miniature wine set almost like lab specimens owl dare not drink,  teapot was turned into planter for money plants instead of brewing tea.  Yes!! All of those now gone to where it belongs – the rubbish cart next to owl’s lift lobby for scavenger to earn extra income.

 

The most challenging and time-consuming of all were 200  porn VCDs hidden behind owl’s bookshelves before the books were donated.  Owl cannot dumped them into the rubbish chute; nor placed them in full view next to the lift lobby and owl does not have a VCD shredder either. However, decades of treasured collectibles have to be slaughtered in some ways.  Owl took out a scissor, cut the VCD into quarters so that nobody could piece them together; but the quartered graphic pictures with broken title still stood out and screamed of porn anyway (such as ‘EROTIC, HOT, BABE,  PORNO, HARDCORE,  CHICKS, FETISH, ANAL, ORAL…). Owl was determined to destroy evidence and conceal my years of lust  it took me an entire night to cut up those VCDs.  The end results were severe peeled skins and raw blisters it ached terribly and cramped my fingers..

 

After most of the junks were discarded, two empty cupboards have to go too. Its drawers full of outdated resumes, paid bills, army notices, used cheque books and many historical papers were gladly ripped.  Reluctantly, a nearly forgotten notebook of owl’s nostalgic secret list of dozens gay names, when owl was little, strangers long disappeared but happily left their numbers behind in owl’s little notebook.  Each name, brought back stories of cruised places and pleasure, the missing camaraderie of old mates suddenly appears.  Owl’s blistered fingers run through those  list of numbers, which could be  redundant when Ipod and Ipad have already made the days.  Mischief gets into me, I gambled at  the number of  this McDonald Manager whom I sucked in place already demolished by time. Owl spoke softly through the handset “I WANT TO SUCK YOU”, to my surprise the other male voice replied: “SURE!! COME OVER!!”.  The mixed-bred man is still alive and kicking, Owl slammed the phone with my heart pounding. The cruised book went right into my dustbin

 

After a painful shower (soaping with raw blisters and injuries), owl headed to bed with window opened. The wind did the final wash, Owl was naked and the moon was smiling. Owl has never felt more Zen staring the night and thinking life anew.

 

Goodnight moon.

 

*hoot!!!*

[Midnight Owl]

When a person grew older, looking for job can be challenging because they are bloody similar to seeking a long term relationship.  In fact, we spend most of our life at work than with our partner.  Thus, owl will never give up combing the towns, streets and most unlikely places in Singapore just to find the right job match, no matter what or how long it takes to get there. Today, I was given an  interview address, near one of those Selegie shop houses. 

 

During breakfast, two elderly men were seated beside my table and talked loudly to each other about their medical conditions and its cost.  One of them get bored and rant differently, he criticized Singaporeans for living on Govt’s handout instead of  wanting to wash toilet for a living when they grew old.. Not too far from our table, there was a PA’s office where elderly folks gathered to seek financial help and most of them, have difficult movements.

 

Owl saw an aged shaky man hobbling at nearby road pavement. He didn’t know how to cross the road and has no confident with his own crutch. An inch-high pavement look like a deadly cliff  to him.  A carpark warden passed by, sneezed loudly before disappeared into the carpark building.  A postman came, parked beside the shaky man, delivered his mail and zoomed away.  Two sturdy foreign Indians, giggled and walked away, but still turning around to look at the shaky man like  a joke to them.  A love couple, hesitated, probably thought Media Corp was playing this up, they too went into cover. Minutes later, an old chubby panda on wheel chair, appeared out of the blue,  told the shaky man to use a flat platform, but he wasn’t convincing enough.. He too, wheeled away but anxiety stopped him from leaving the shaky man behind, he returned, and being half-paralyzed himself, shared the agony, camaraderie at its best, and both  could only look upon each other helplessly while waited for help. Nobody came to offer any..

 

Owl felt irritated, turned to the old man, beside my table, who was still immersed himself in Singaporean’s bad vibes.  Owl felt a need to interrupt..

 

Owl:     Uncle, you said Singaporeans don’t want to wash toilet, you ever washed  one before?

 

Uncle:  Last time I work in shipyard, dirty job. Now I am sick, my children asked me not to work.

 

Owl:      Your children graduates?  Will you ask your children to wash toilets to support you?  Uncle, how come you don’t go and offer help to that shaky old man there and you talked so much  about being a responsible citizen?  I am Singaporean not wanting to wash toilet too, but I am going to help that old man cross road instead of wasting time listening you talked bad about Singaporeans…

 

Uncle:   KNN…@%#$%…( hokkien vulgarities)

 

Owl went over to give the shaky man a lift, he was very thin but able to exert full strength on owl’s hand for support. The process was snail business and no less a struggle to press him forward before a car came on us. One of his feet was curled back when it lifted, like muscle cramped.  Owl never returned to finish up my breakfast and was panting at the interviewer’s office in the nick of time.  

 

The boss was half-hour late, though he was already somewhere in the office buying time.  Everything inside the  room was old and cold. He finally came with a big faked grin, showing both upper and lower set of teeth clinched together. The typical busy interviewers’ mantra  “ I have no time to read your resume, give me a couple more minutes to run  thru before we start”….

 

Soon after owl has introduced and started to speak, the boss began to swivel comfortably in his chair.   He didn’t bother to try or look genuine with me, and owl has utterly given up hope too. Half hour later, we heard a loud creak, a wheel suddenly gave way to his heavy weight. The toppled chair brought him beneath the table. Owl gave out a loud shock and felt embarrassed for him. The boss composed himself, searched for the missing  wheel to reaffix his chair  but owl pushed another empty chair for him, in the hope that  he was properly seated again, to finish the interview quickly.  His subsequent grumbles, in pain or of broken chairs, brought no value to the remaining interview.

 

It was a  waste of Owl’s time, effort and money, with  stranger’s vulgarities added to the expenses.   A disappointing journey owl was fated to go through,  again and again, or may be, an unseen force wanted Owl there for a reason: - to lift an elderly man from his feet  and than witnessed a bossy man fallen beneath mine...

 

*hoot*

Edited April 15, 2016 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

Owl has not been writing for a long time. Reason being stress and self-reflection of the journey over the past months and years   

 

Job

 

On the job front, it lacks true luster nor real opportunity.  Majority of the repetitive vacancies advertised in the market, were headed by lady boss or lady managers. There were other nationalist culture  at play too, and with Japan company topping the chart, followed by Indian counterpart.  It was damned challenging to fill such vacancies, as explained in Owl’s previous firsthand experiences, and for years long gone, those vacancies remain available.

 

At some point in Owl’s job hunt, it felt like a waste of time, to the extend Owl  hate to even acknowledge another new appointment when a lady supervisor wrote me an email, to fix an interview with her on Friday.  Initially,  Owl was not considered for the post they put up more than a month ago, but someone probably threw in the towel pre-maturely and I was next in line to the test. The lady boss didn’t sound  very patient  when Owl told her I couldn’t remember the deleted JD.  Anyway, as challenging as it may sound, Owl will honor the appointment date and never expect to be treated any different from my other past interviews.  

 

Early this month, Owl has had two interviews by bitches.  One did not bother to pick up my resume and she has the nerves to tell Owl she was lazy to request a copy from the HR dept, neither has  she read them. The interview proceeded with her empty handed.   She was also very distractive, flying owl’s application form in the air when talking non-stop, wanting to win.  Owl has also noticed her staring at my crotch, several times, and  decided to cross my legs to conceal my Peter, not that it was obvious in the first place. 

 

Calling herself a manager, her job scopes sound rather junior and largely unproductive to create volume and looking busy. Simply, her style of work was like bringing her own set of cutlery when eating at a restaurant and she went over the top to convince owl she was very substantial and will be lording  me if I am offered the job.  Owl didn’t see much prospect under her and at best, she is probably good in blowjobs than holding a managerial title.

 

The 2^nd bitch was an old lady in her late 50s or probably 60s, wearing mini skirt over her fat ass, thick make up and heavy choker covered with sparkling diamonds.  She has the title “EMERITUS” printed on her name card and run business with many visible timid foreigners at her beck and call..  When she spoke, her eyes did more talking than her mouth, such that you felt she was forever unhappy with lesser mortals & a difficult person to deal with.  The most irritating part was her diamond ring, which she accidentally knocked repeatedly against the glass table and than has to keep adjusting them into the right  position. Owl thought, the glass was going to break soon if she can’t keep her fingers still.  Unsurprisingly, when it came to salary, Owl was not worth a carat of diamond on her, but she expected stress tolerance from Owl nonetheless.

 

Ya, sure, company has cost to watch and so are candidates intimidated by legislation, to pay every necessities to our commercialized govt,  from large part of our salary too.  

 

Enough said,  I would rather rule in hell for not working,  than to serve these idiotic bitches in heaven..

 

 

Social Life

 

Owl has to maintain low profile under present circumstances. It helped save money and avoid friends, not that I remember any befitting a close one though,  to come between me and my freedom. Thus sparing me less transport cost and more onsite meal at home.

 

Recently,  I have disappointed a guy who probably likes me, but I can’t reciprocate  without thinking of my own Bread and butter. This motto will stay for the rest of Owl’s life – Bread, than love followed by cock sucking.   I hope he understood my intention and have patient to wait for Owl to pick up my life, not that he knows any of it without reading Owl’s rant, What if he did, will he still accept Owl for who I am even though I am beginning to feel the love for him? 

 

In Owl’s carnal journey, I have had  few men whom Owl has fell head-over-toe for. Each coming is beholden with joyful tears and fairy-like tales, When they parted, I cried for months and self-reproached into a hermit shell.   Owl can withstand job rejections but will never suffer torturous love rejections.  If sad fictitious movies could make Owl sneeze and sob for hours, could Owl take on real happening in my life?  Before love even started, I think he is losing his patience already, and  beginning to dilute Owl’s faith with it.

 

Plan

 

Financially, it is no less a struggle but Owl has held on to an inner force and a purpose for the future.  Living and working in a pitiful city with pittance pay to match,  retirement thoughts became extravagant. .   If gay people can’t find a legal husband with wealth to marry and than tag with green card for emigration, usually accorded to female gender, than finding the best job to “marry” is the ONLY substitute for a happy gay life.  It is worth the wait to fight for one.

 

This is how society works.  Owl has seen handful of slackers in workplace rewarded with manifolds of my salary from my hard work. That means, these slackers have married well into their “job” for them to be able to stay loyal for the next 10 to 20 years while milking the ignorant system and stealing the junior’s credits.  If such is the common practice, than owl’s dream is not difficult to fulfill. All bosses should read this…… 

 

Owl wanted to marry a good boss who appreciate every drop of my sweat but not an ignorant one to turn everyone into a slacker or cheap miller..  Owl doesn’t need manifolds salary to buy me a place in heaven, I ask twofold enough to buy me decent bird seeds.  Owl wanted freedom to do my job well, not a slacker to rely heavily on others for credit.   Several interviews todate were not convincing to warrant a job marriage, which explains Owl’s long enduring journey to find one. Owl has a vow to make, to love one is to love the only one forever.

 

Owl has hoped someday, someone with good nature, could look up excitedly under a moonlitt tree and said  “Hey!  we have finally found the Owl we were looking for…….”

 

*hoot*  .   

Edited April 24, 2014 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

Owl has hardly been  Xenophobic, but I must say I have also my fair shares of dealing with local HR managers or local bosses with different unappealing characters.  Though, Owl has heard of horror story about foreign HR manager conducted interview unfairly.  I hadn’t met one.

 

Today, Owl wasn’t so lucky…..

 

The HR manager, a pinoy woman, called owl for an interview which she never turned up on time.  The CEO,  whom Owl’s role reports to, wasn’t keen to participate in the interview process and let her call the shot.

 

Instead of starting and ending the interview with no interruption, she walked in and out  of the room several times,  trying to look occupied.  Obviously, she was just making Owl wait to demonstrate who was in charge and that include her being half hour late against our appointment time,  The moment she walked out again,  Owl caught her chatting with another colleague for full 15 minutes with her butt pressed against the door. She has never been more leisure for conducting interview like this.

 

Though, she tried very hard to look like a HR pro by asking all the right questions,  she get agitated easily for not articulating well when Owl asked her the right questions too. She wasn’t an expertise in the role Owl was applying for and than  raised her tone to overpower the candidate. You get the answer written on her face already, Owl wasn’t quite fit in, through her initial screening,  which is a load of  bullshit if I have not humbled myself.   When I thought she could release me after the interview, I was made to  wait again, to be presented with her name card I happily tossed into a recycle bin for good.    With no regret on my part,  the company rolled out the same advertisement in Jobstreet this evening,  4^th time over the month.

 

After dinner, owl dressed up for sport and ended in Bishan park where made-made lakes and other SAFARI. features were spotted, which include foreigners taking a stroll, mostly elderly China folks by their deep rural accent, Indian couples with pram and Filipinos of all shapes.

 

Some parts of the park look very conducive for wild sex, if not for the intrusive lighting threw out everywhere.  The only item that thrilled Owl was several ground  “bed benches”, where one can lie down comfortably and gaze into the sky, sleep or have simple sex at the right shadowy spot.   Owl could sleep there for whole night because it was breezy, cool, and trees were blooming, with deep scent of champa, for the soul. Nature is always Owl’s best friend..

 

A group of pinoy maids looked at owl flirtatiously, and thought I have an agenda for gal while lying there alone, suggestively. . Owl ignored them and continued to rest in my serene mode only to have my heart jumped out, by sudden short shriek pierced into my ear from the next bed bench.

 

A couple, a nepalean with dark skin, has his hand sunk under the jean dragged down a quarter below a pinoy woman’s hip, her green G-string exposed.  He either went beyond her approval or pinched too hard at her genital, to have my ears drum suffered briefly by her pain.   Owl turned my face towards them, hoping for free live porn show. The woman felt uneasy. The dark guy no longer hold his urge. He lifted her effortlessly, with her legs spread like bats, her jeans dropped to her knee by now, her green panties folded into rope shape, couple now held tightly crotch to crotch, they disappeared into the shrubs near the flooded lake. She was happily beating his arms to “release” her from public eyes.  That was the last I saw of them because there was no sound coming  from where they disappeared. The slut must drowned in cum or in the river, so I thought.

 

Half hour later, their empty bed bench was taken by a gay couple. An Ang Mo with his pinoy boy.  They look very happy, nothing sexual,  only casual conversation about personal family stuff.  The Ang Mo eventually dozed off but still chattering  in his dream. The pinoy boy was minding his own business watching movie from his small ipad.  Very innocent and pure couple, each enjoying their own world while laying down together.

 

When the night get deeper and owl’s bladder was about to explode.  I headed towards the McDonald restaurant, built to supplement park users.  When I opened the door of the restroom, to my horror, a woman was wiping her pussy while squatting on the water closet. She was shocked speechless at the sight of owl, but Owl was the one screaming instead.   Owl apologized,  slammed the door shut. A couple minutes passed, no sound of her locking up the door while I waited.  Insulted that she think a gay  Owl posed no threat, I yelled at the user to lock the fucking door and than saw the door latch slowly pushed form green to red.. 

 

If owl has not quite convinced that today earlier episode has turned me into a xenophobic person, the last raw encounter has certainly brought owl’s  xenophobia to a whole new level.

 

*hoot*

[Midnight Owl]

The announcement came through the flight cabin; temperature was heading at 5 degree in the city.  At the immigration, my luggage was opened and thoroughly checked.  Owl’s passport was recently renewed and received my first inking at the custom.

 

Police Officer:  First visit to Melbourne?

 

Owl:  Yes, sir.

 

Police Officer:  Where will you be staying, any friends or relatives in the city?

 

Owl:   I have made advance booking at the Inn near Victoria St. (My nervousness instantly caused me to forget its actual name)

 

Finally, the officer searched my jeans in the luggage, out came two hidden packets of condom. 

 

Police Officer: What is your purpose of this visit?  You can find this stuff in the city.

 

Owl:  I have no specific itenary except to tour freely in the city.  You can confiscate them if they aren’t allowed.

 

Police Officer:  Enjoy your stay in Melbourne (he tucked the condoms into my jeans and organized my luggage neatly again).

 

He is a very handsome man in smart uniform of blue shirts and dark pants, broad face and rosy skin. Well shavened and definitely crew bronze hair.  He is swift, serious, without compromising his smile, all carried out within his professional judgments when tourists entered into his checkpoint.

 

At the Inn, Owl has to share double deck bed, with mostly students to ogle as they stepped in and out of a shared toilet.   After a simple administrative procedure, Owl headed to China town for a quick lunch and than loitered nearby to adapt. 

 

Unlike Singapore, the sky looks broader without many obstructive tall buildings. It certainly looks very English and Victorian.   The day passes swiftly due to distant leg walks and the night was cold and quieter than ours.  Owl decided to couch in the Inn’s lounge to bid Singapore goodbye, even only temporarily.

 

The second day, Owl visited museums and parks, bookshops and markets, pet shops and malls. Trying hard to conquer the day before the night arrives.  At night, I ventured into gay scenes, at the Sircuit Bar, not far from my hotel.

 

It looks like Club 21, except that it has more activities of a bar instead of a sauna and the customers were absolutely gay.   While washing and soaping my hands in the toilet, a toilet cubicle’s door opened and out came two guys.  An effeminate tall guy with black hair came next to my basin and started to hawk and rinse his mouth vigorously, the other left after unzipping his pants and probably left the bar thereafter.

 

The night was early; Owl ordered a glass of soft drink, very innocent and unfitted for the scene meant to be wild. The hour was young to judge.  A shy Owl returned to my seat and planned to leave early when customers began to stream in drove. It doesn’t look macho on me if everyone chose alcohol to warm the freezing night.   3 Caucasians and an Asian were seen laughing their way into the entrance.  One of them looks familiar – the police officer at the Airport!!!

 

Immediately, Owl turned my back against him to avoid his notice. The group walked towards the tall effeminate sucker and the police officer kissed him in the lips. It wasn’t a big territory, he immediately recognized Owl when he came closer to order his drink….

 

Police Officer:  Hey!! I know you.

 

Owl:  This is my first night out in Melbourne. Most of the shops were closed. (Owl was fearful of foreign police officer and tried to justify my presence in the bar)

 

Police Officer:   Come and join us. We are regular guests here.  I am Max.  (Extending his firm and strong hand shake)

 

Owl:  I am Midnight Owl.   

 

Police Officer:  Hi guys, we have new comer from Singapore.  This is Midnight Owl; I’ve checked him at the airport a day ago.  Owl, this is James (Asian guy), Samuel, Patrick and Jaxon (the effeminate sucker).   Each of them extending their courtesy handshake.

 

During the conversations, Owl learned that Max and Jaxon was lover. Jax is a banker in the city, and he is putting up in Max’s house, near Earl Street not far from the Yarra River.  Owl felt at ease with them, mainly because Max was a soft drinker too and that makes us equal.  Max’s charm remains unceasing, regardless of his dress sense, from formal uniform to this G2000 T-shirt and light blue seasoned jeans.  He has a nice well-trained chest, a loud laughter you nearly forgot his authority that scare illegal goods carriers at the check point.  Being a butch, he has already defined his role in bed as compared to a much quieter, effeminate Jaxon.

 

Owl:  Guys, I have to leave for the last tram.  (Owl was quite drained for the day and sensing Jaxon didn’t look at ease with Owl’s presence among them)

 

Max: What time issit? Let me drive you to your Inn. Jax! Joining us?

 

Jax:   I want to stay a little longer.

 

Owl:  Thanks Max (Owl didn’t want to be alone in the street at night)

 

Max:  Owl, you’ve got to tell me where you stay or we will be driving around the city with no destination. (Max began to start his engine)

 

Owl:  Nomads Melbourne, at A'Beckett Street.

 

Max:  You look a little restraint tonight, have you been enjoying Melbourne the past two days?

 

Owl: I am still exploring, doing my routine around my Hotel vicinity.  It was windy and freezing outside, but I can still manage.   (Max stretched out his hand to pat my thick jacket)

 

Max:  You need to put on extra clothing inside; I see your lips cracking up.

 

Owl:   I’ve never expected we could meet here by chance.  My apology for not letting you stays longer in Sircuit.

 

Max:  I can’t be staying up all night drinking.  I have morning duty to cover.

 

Max’s car stopped right in front of Nomads.  He visually scanned the exterior of the hotel where Owl was staying. 

 

Owl; Thanks Max!! Hope to catch up with you at the Airport on my departure.

 

Max: Is the hotel service good?  I have enough room for guest like you.  Tell you something; meet me here at 6.00am tomorrow.  I will bring you to the great Ocean.

 

Owl:  I have already paid the hotel for a full week; I will see you here tomorrow.  (Owl began to feel privileged for unexpected Max’s caring gesture)

 

 

Max was punctual and we drove off to the great ocean.  It was strange that Owl was less shy in accepting his offer.  In Singapore, I would have controlled myself and played up courtesy card of rejecting a favor or a gift, so as to avoid feeling guilty and obligated to the giver.  This is because we were constantly reminded, since young, nothing comes free and we shouldn’t ask for more, we don’t deserve it and we need to earn through our hard work. Briefly, there is no free lunch.    

 

Max has already developed the trust from Owl, for almost everything about him – his job, his identity, his maturity to care for others unconditionally. Most importantly, he has the looks, toughness and physical attractiveness.   We spoke in his car as we headed for the distant blue sea.

 

Owl:  You are a nice guy. Do you often treat stranger with such marvelous hospitality?

 

Max:  Nope!  I felt you deserve more for your stay in Melbourne.  When I saw your passport, it was miserably new, and Melbourne was your only destination.  Your hair was a little ruffled, you look extremely innocent, less cheerful though,  as if you were running away from something more powerful……(Max started to laugh  but there was some truth in his words).

 

Owl:  I am forcing myself to take a break and I don’t often travel. You can read minds. That is what policemen are usually good at... What do you make out of the 2 condoms you spotted in my luggage?  (Owl giggled)

 

Max:  They are common items people carried with them like their medications... Sometimes, it appears in woman’s luggage too. We tried not to make them feel uneasy about it.   (Owl nearly choked over his frankness)

 

I have been working for 20 years, we have seen enough.  My father was an ex-police officer too, but he died of bone marrow cancer 10 years ago.   (Max was quite opened about his past)

 

Owl:  It is an honor to carry his legacy in this line.  Jaxon is a lucky guy too.

 

Max: Jaxon? Nah…he didn’t like my unfixed schedule. He preferred me to take up 9-5 jobs and spend longer time with him.

 

We reached the Great Ocean. The beach stretches endlessly like golden carpet with the Ocean lapping at its edge. The wind was strong as I tried to take off my shoes for the beach.

 

Max:  You needn’t take it off. I can carry you on my back if you are afraid of getting them dirty.  I carried Jaxon to the sea when he fears dirt too.  I think, you are much lighter than a feather.

 

Owl:  That sounds sweet. I bet lovers did that all the time.

 

Owl’s shoes were off.  Emotions crept slowly into my heart. It felt like, the world has opened  to embrace me, the freedom to rejoice the vastness of ocean and every problem in my life awashes by the powerful winds.  The sky was more frightening than the ocean. I visualized God staring down behind those massive white clouds, speaking softly in my ears.  In fact, Owl was sad in the midst of such pleasure and ease.  My spirituality was triggered by the scene before me. I began to moan the passing of time, unable to hold such beauty permanently. Its disappearance from me could means darkness again, like pulping of the children fairy tales books.   Reeling in my confusion, wanting and fearing the lost of dream in such moment, Max was watching me closely.

 

Max:  Owl, are you alright?  I saw tears in your eyes.

 

Owl:  I guess, I was overwhelmed. We don’t see this in Singapore.

 

Max: I could have guessed. You are too soft hearted. I have never seen anyone so emotional by standing in the middle of the beach.  Come, let the sea wash your feet and we grab our brunch before I bring you to my house.   (Sound suggestive, but Owl’s heart was already pounding in various rhythms)…

 

As mentioned earlier, Max’s house was not far from Yarra River.   It was a single terrace situated along a peaceful lane.  The house has 3 bedrooms leading to a larger living hall cum kitchen, enough for a dozen visitors, not counting the courtyard planted with shrubs that smell like rosemary or lavender.  Every fortnight, Max will invite a dozen of his close acquaintance among his Gay and Lesbian friends.  This Saturday, he added Owl onto his list of invite, an exception, that resulted in Jaxon’s displeasure.

 

Their master bed room has a king size bed, meant both for him and Jaxon.  Jaxon was working in the day and Max was about to prepare for the late afternoon shift.  The bedroom was unlocked and Owl saw Max preparing at the wardrobe. . He wasn’t shy stripping down to bareness, with door half closed. Owl could only see his naked firm bubble butt and solid muscular thigh.  If I “accidentally” dropped a glass of water from my hand, it would startle him and than turn around to expose his frontal nudity.  Unfortunately, as guest of the house, Owl could only fantasize in seducing him in the right place at the right time, and more so deterred to act rashly when he was fully dressed, with renewed authority, I have witnessed at the Airport. 

 

The following night, Owl returned to Sircuit for the last time.  Max wasn’t there but Jaxon, James and Samuel was already in the bar.  I waved at Jaxon, he smiled or was he smiling to himself. I sensed indifference in attitude, whereas James and Sam was gesturing me to join them. Owl obliged but paid more attention towards the crowd and music, more than the group I knew. My eyes were glued to the door, hoping for Max.   Hack it, I bid the group farewell after John Elton’s song ended – something about the way you look tonight - and Max didn't appear.

 

Saturday came; Owl took Max’s invitation and bought him a box of fine chocolate. Owl was introduced, foods were potluck. Apparently it turns out they were merrily toasting for my Bon Voyage to Singapore in two days time. In the midst of the frenzy, Jaxon was absence. Actually, he was nudging in bed, sucking his anti-social thumb.  His behavior agitated Max and there was some commotion in their bedroom.  One of the guests who knew them confessed such quarrel was not uncommon between Max and Jaxon. They admitted Jaxon has insecurity & paranoia syndrome. The party continues without the couple, leaving them to sort out their personal affairs.  Owl dismissed me to James, telling him I am heading for Yara River or risk missing the opportunity totally.

 

The river is orangey during the day but shimmers beautifully under the moonlight.  Owl made a paper ship and stared blankly while it drifted with the current. My mind wasn’t in the ship, but the dread of leaving Melbourne soon, missing Max.  Than, there was a loud plonk in the river, a big fish probably emerged to breath before hitting back into the water.  Another followed shortly, a couple more appeared, it seems they were bouncing on the surface…. Bouncing??  Owl turned around, it was Max playfully stone skipping behind me. He smiles, Owl nearly cries with joy.

 

Max:  Hey, You left without my leave.  You should have told me about Jaxon.

 

Owl:  What do you mean?

 

Max: He is crazy, blaming you for spying on him at the Bar. In fact, it was Sam who warmed me about Jaxon’s unprotected sex with strangers there. I am done with him.

 

Owl:  It was none of my business in your love affairs.

 

Max:  Really?
 

Max came closer, held up my face and wiped away the cold teardrops. He gave me a light kiss lips-to-lips.

 

Owl:  I like you Max, I do.

 

Max: I wanted you to stay, don’t leave me

 

Owl:  It is workable, but I need to know how good is your kissing skill.

 

Immediately, Max didn’t hold back. He was happily challenged, and opened his mouth to engulf mine, prompting me to open up to his love. We were fishing tongue-to-tongue intensely; he went for my neck, my ear lope, leaving no sensitivity untouched. The night breeze has lost its chilling effect on a groaning us, I am all warm under Max’s powerful breath, until my hair became disarranged.  A backpacker cuddled passionately in the protective arms of an immigration officer, as Melbourne deepened into the night.  Who could have thought a lone Owl has come this far?

 

Max:  I love you, but you are still not quite safe. Littering in the river is a criminal offence in Melbourne.  I have to exercise my duty to see justice is done.

 

Max locked his cuff on Owl’s right hand

 

Owl:  You can’t be serious.

 

Than, he handcuffed the other to his.  Thereafter, with a single strength, Owl was effortlessly lifted onto his back and my arms wrapped around his shoulder.  His puppy eyes beamed at me. 

 

Max:  You are safe now.  Whereto Mr. Mightnight Owl?

 

Owl leaned closer to his ear and whispered:

 

“To the moon, Sir.”

 

*hoot*

 

Honesty clause: Owl wrote above story with half fact and fiction, an inspiration photo from the above old movie - Yossi & Jagger. 

Edited January 20, 2020 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

Owl has finally welcomed a “Dinosaur” into my nest.  It is one of the largest bibles on earth and my first bible ever owned.  In the past, Owl has shunned Bible for its ant-size wording and its thickness as daunting as a dictionary. I even rejected those given free by missionary.  This King James Bible was bought from “Open Trolley”, for a saving, and it came with 16 size fonts, which can be read a meter away. I couldn’t find the pink binding though.

 

Anyway, Owl’s sister knew Owl wasn’t doing well in life and she suggested that a Buddhist Owl should listen to gospel and scriptures of Christ, for the “betterment” of my life.

However, being gay (she probably knew by instinct), Owl has rejected her idea of going anywhere near anti-gay religion or their preachers.  Not that Owl is not open-minded since spirituality set no boundary in Owl’s quiet life, but I felt unwelcome by all the recent gay hate speech and the disgusted look written on those extremist faces.

 

Recently, my spirit towards Christ has uplifted, somewhat, when I listened to several of Pastor Joseph Prince’s videos on the internet. For your record, Owl didn’t just surf porn only. His preaching has gained wide audiences locally and internationally, for his largely humorous, entertaining, humble and forgiving sermons. Most importantly, he disliked faked self-righteous Christianity (quite the opposite of Lawrence’s preaching or was it directed at him?) and Owl felt a strong connection through such method of preaching Grace from God.  

 

After self-collecting my bible from Somerset MRT, Owl went to Plaza Singapura and met a guy distributing free miniature moisturizer.  Among the huge crowds, the Israelite caught Owl, and we developed a brief conversation. Owl loves for freebies, has eventually cost me dearly.  The Jew grabbed my hands, and led me into his very small and conducive shop. He began to pour lotion and spoonful of salts onto my hands and scrubbed until Owl’s skin peels.  Than more lotioning and rubbing again and eye tapping until owl was sexually aroused.   The young, tight pants, pointed bulge dermatologist whose skin is as smooth as an attractive doll, handsome and pretty all in one, you couldn’t resist his personal attention.  His natural long Arabic eyelashes with big amber obtrusive eyes were equally hypnotizing. This Jew has tempted me his best gift of God.  Owl was frozen instantly, as the piece of Gem continued to molest me, by meticulously patting and moisturizing Owl’s eye rim, within inches proximity. Passerby thought we were fondling.  The final verdict, owl unwillingly spends on a bar of soap, made from dead-sea mud and than left the shop with hard-on and cummed immediately at nearby toilet.

 

Having showered with dead sea mud, owl felt fully refreshed to walk with my new-found “dinosaur”  in bed and with the super moon hanging above us, Owl is now “holier than thou” as I flipped to the next chapter of my heavy bible - “ Exodus” – mosses has came for Owl. 

 

My point is, Owl has found a job. Those high-staff turnover kinds, with no taker for the desperado, not even near perfect, not popular or well paid and any jobless matured workers would think thrice before plunging into this cash-strapped company.   Owl took it as God’s calling nonetheless, to move my butt a bit, before a promising job comes along.

 

Until such day arrived, Owl will continue to rant and whine as a form of Midnight prayers? Bear with Owl,  I am going to do just that again. Pastor Joseph Prince once said, when you groan, it will reach the Throne.

 

 

*hoot*

[Midnight Owl]

Owl’s first day at work is like reading the Genesis of a bible.  I was given an orientation of the companies, mostly formed from related family members as directors or partners.  Companies were created out of those names to sound massive and big, where half of it is dormant. The sleeping directors continue to draw renumeration in absence. The KPI was thus set high for workers to achieve, so that those directors get paid on time for simply putting their names there. 

 

The reason for such creative structure was to manipulate the movement of local labor and thus enjoy certain govt grant.  Company formed in this manner can never offer much prospect but it does boast into our govt’s statistic as “new investors” coming on board .  The family members are getting paid for no concrete contribution. Staff salary was kept low with preset KPI to match, and boss will find ways and means to get into govt grant.

 

Work was created to look voluminous.  The daughter’s company billed the mother’s company where the daughter is the manager too.  The father’s commission was calculated based on the son’s sales effort but they were two separate entity.  Transport allowance was selectively given to certain related ghost you could not see and CPF was not contributed for those.  Owl needed to digest such matrixes in order to blend into the work flow and treated everything as “unrelated” to each other so-to-speak.

 

The uncle and aunties were stationed in the company to look busy or keeping watch of the workers. They enjoyed similar perks, to some degree, as manager with no intelligence needed.   With the presence of so many “redundancies”, it is no wonder the company is always shortage of fund.  If anyone were to be fired for cost reason, the family members are untouchable.

 

Owl has begun to fully understand its culture and systems.  The active directors usually come into the office late. Sometimes near late afternoon.  The hidden agenda was to see workers do not leave the office on time or should show respect for not leaving before the director does. 

 

Owl took the gut of leaving on the dot.  The director who was busy on the phone for hours suddenly hung up and stood up to look,  the auntie who was busy washing her cup turned around with an unnecessary “Going home already ah??!”, the daughter who was engaged with other colleagues became attentive when Owl was packing.  All eyes followed Owl’s shadow to the door.  Nothing positive is to be expected from those inquisitive look, but I couldn’t care less.  I have fulfilled my 9 hours stay, done my job and badly needed a rest, not to mention another hour or more of traveling journey (waiting time excluded) in Singapore most packed and uncomfortable train system.           

 

The following morning, a handful of emails came with requests to fulfill certain tasks for the day.   Owl leaving on the dot must have felt short-changed and irresponsible to those who paid me to work. The morning sickness of such mails is to make Owl feel guilty for daring to challenge the company trend.  I asked one of my leaving colleague what was the norm of staying behind..she quoted between 7pm to 2am.

 

In principle, Owl didn’t want to be part of the local statistic of being the longest locked hour in office, rest deprived, stressful and depressed over nothing.  What has staying back in office got to do with spurring hide or thriving hard when you have completed the chores for the day, except to watch the boss impress on us with his bossiness and authority when they came in late and my presence is required regardless how tired Owl already were.  Work life balance, to the boss, is like asking Dracula not to drink blood.

 

When you thought you could have a peaceful meal during lunch break.  The fat ass auntie who is afraid of the Sun heat, needed a favor to buy her a packet of chicken rice, de-skin, de-bone, breast portion and more chilly with soup separately packed.  If Owl’s urine tastes anywhere near a chicken soup, I would gladly supply, to cut short the queuing time….

 

 

To continue…

[Midnight Owl]

If making future resolution cannot be trusted for hope, one place that can be counted upon for inspiration, is Owl’s little escaped history.

 

Potong Pasir, was once upon a time, a vegetable farm within walking distant from Owl’s birth town, so was Ben, my neighbor.   If it wasn’t for Ben, who was few years my senior, Owl would never have witnessed the last days of Potong Pasir Village’s life.

 

Owl’s love for nature began with Ben, when school life was cruel. If I didn’t get my Math’s equation right, thick rod will fall upon my buttock, as harsh as prisoner charged for rape.  Without underwear, it hurts even more.  The young innocent Owl would than eagerly look forward to tag along with Ben, after school, on his fishing trip to the large ponds in Potong Pasir village.

 

The mixed smell of chicken feed and dung in the air did not dampen our spirit.  Owl felt peaceful and safe with Ben watching over me, though we were both very young.  We didn’t bring food for ourselves, other than earthworm for the fish. Nonetheless, it was picnic with newspaper as our floor mat, and I watched Ben unpacked his DIY equipments.  With extra fishing line to spare, he will make Owl a simple fishing rod out of thick twig too. As we waited for our first catch, Ben will show Owl the art of making weapon out of rubber band, braided into caterpillar shape, with support from my two big toes. There was no specific target after, and Owl’s weapon will always land on palm trees beyond our reach.

 

Ben has kept very still by than, like an immovable rock, patiently waited for his meal on hook.  In other days, he would help his dad in construction site, selling coffee using empty condensed milk cans. Occasionally, he also worked in the street, holding stack of big sweep tickets to sell. Thus, his neck carried fine lines of stubborn dirt from those laborious days.  He was physically meaty, round tanned face, short brown hair, due to prolonged sun heat. His eyes were as big as owl’s with handsome double eyelids to behold. Having said that, he looks cool sitting silently on the bank of the pond. I don’t remember seeing he attended any neighborhood school,

 

Playfully, Owl decided to jump and hurl my arms around him from behind, partly to release my school stress.   He turned around with a big smile, not shocked anger for disturbing his peace, except the most beautiful dimpled smile owl ever received on record.  We were rubbing cheek to cheek, and both of us shared many baby lines on our faces. He was rocking gently like a cradle, pampering owl on his back.

 

A lengthy prayer suddenly blared out from nearby village mosque; Owl looked into my Mickey Mouse watch, time to pack before sunset.  Ben has already caught half dozen wild cichlids, but Owl’s catch was a handful pond weed and were messy.  Ben held my hand as we skirt the border of thick mud, caused by midnight storm, and avoided stepping on patches of well tendered watercress field.   When his mother saw him coming, wok and chopping board were ready; soon every raw fish became fried.

 

Under the moonlight, Ben was feeding his pet with some leftover.  Owl went over to caress his white cat and asked Ben, “Is the fish nice?”  He nodded.  

 

In Owl’s untainted childhood world, I couldn’t understand the harshness in Ben’s young life, but now I knew. Owl  was running away too, the taxi driver sped thru Moulmein Kallang Highway, away from my dreadful boss. The miserable salary in my hand was akin to a lean cichlid Ben had tasted.   The highway brought urban Potong Pasir into view, and rekindled Owl’s joyful secret of old, with Ben, way before those tall buildings were built.

 

While Owl’s career has left much to be desired, Ben is an owner of fried Kway Teow stall in Sembawang. His wife was pregnant, which happened few years ago.   Oh!!! how I wish I am his wife and we can return to our fishing days again, bringing with us our children, and not worrying about working for anyone anymore.

 

*hoot*

Edited October 7, 2014 by Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

A young lady boss, 22yo, with rich parents’ backing, opened an eating outlet as her “baby”.  Owl was employed as a result, to assist in cooking, so to speak..

 

22yo:  I find it challenging to slaughter this chicken.

 

Owl:   It is easy, I can help with that.

 

22yo:  I didn’t say I don’t know!!! But I doubt you can do the job. You only know how to

           slaughter duck in your previous company.

 

Owl:    But it is no difference to me. I have done it 20 years (before she was formed)

 

22yo:   I don’t want to take the risk. I will be penalized, the government will check on

            your mistake.  I worked 2 years in the chicken slaughter house after graduation

            and I know better. .

 

Owl:    Are you going to do it yourself or engage another professional chicken slaughter?

 

22yo:   I will do it myself and I don’t intend to waste money on professionals.  But I need

            your help to google how to slaughter this chicken.

 

Owl:   You don’t need to google. use your chicken knife and aimed straight into the head,

            cut the chicken breast and pry it open.

 

22yo:  You don’t need to tell me. I know what to do. Go google and print out

            some notes and we will bring them to professional for free advice.  Please

            prepare an excel spreadsheet detailing the size, weight, texture and color of this

            chicken.  We don’t want to miss anything and you have better ask the right

            questions when we meet the professional.

 

Owl:   What questions you wanted me to ask?

 

22yo:   Tactfully tell them that you don’t know how to slaughter this chicken.

 

Owl:    But I told you I am expertise and you said you worked in slaugher chicken house

            for 2 years too.

 

22yo:  You do not know.  I didn’t say I do not know,

 

Owl and the 22yo lady boss went to the Chicken professional house.

 

22yo:  Good morning, Mr Professional.  Our meeting today is to ask a few questions on

           slaughtering this chicken.

 

Owl:   Here is the chicken information printed on spreadsheet for your reference.

 

Mr Professional:  Use a knife and aimed straight into the head, than

                               cut the chicken breast and pry it open. (Owl already said that)

 

22yo:  But this chicken has skin.

 

Professoinal:  Skin or no skin, the same method.

 

22yo:  I worked in chicken slaughter house for 2 years (she said that again).

           What I meant is, how to take out the internal organs after that? 

 

Professional:  Just dig it out and wash it.

 

22yo:  I know, I’ve seen other chef did that before. Will it look bloody?

 

Professional:  It is dead, no blood, don’t worry.

 

Owl:  Mr Professional, it is the same as slaughtering a duck right? Except one has longer

          neck than the other.

 

22yo:  I told you I knew, Mr Owl, they are all birds, no difference. I have seen friends

           who slaughtered duck before.  Mr  Professional, do you think you can suggest

           another method of chopping this chicken other than aiming its head first?

 

Professional:  Buy a headless chicken to save you the worry.

 

22yo:  OK I will buy  headless chicken but what knife would you suggest?

 

Professional:  Why not you engage us for a fee to do all these jobs?

 

22yo:  How much will it cost?

 

Professional:  If it is just chicken, I will charge cheaper fee.

 

22yo:  We may consider having duck in future.

 

Owl:   Duck is my specialty, may be I can help.

 

22yo:  Prevention is better than cure, not all ducks are the same, Mr Owl. I know because...*interrupted*

 

Professional:  You want us to include duck in our quotation too?

 

22yo:  I haven’t decided, I plan to do it myself.

 

Professional:  I respect your decision.

 

22yo:  I know because I have connections working in duck business…………

 

Back to the office.

 

22yo:  Mr Owl, can you google on slaughtering duck?

 

Owl:   But you told the professional you knew and you doubted my capability.

 

22yo:  I didn’t say I do not know. Now go prepare spreadsheet detailing the size, weight

           and texture of the duck. While we are at it, I need your help to find out from some

           professionals how to cook this chicken….etc

 

Owl:    But, I am a chef already!!!

 

22yo:  Now go to government website and google……, how long will you take…I want

           all information by tonight!!

 

The same night

 

Owl left nothing for her, except my resignation letter.

 

Moral of the story:  Never work for a LADY boss who is borned out of gold spoon and fresh from school. Her ego is bigger than her two breasts combined, but her brain is nowhere near a grain which explained the highly insecured personality who fears many things and ended up doing nothing except to fulfill her authoritative character.   

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To qualify my view that not all lady boss are alike (though majority have woman syndrom issues). Male boss, through my experience, can be equally telling. Here is another male “Chicken Story” happened recently.

 

Male boss:  Owl, I need you to quickly prepare a chicken meal for me. I am going out 

                     and will be back soon.

 

Owl:  Sir, how do you want your chicken prepared?

 

Male boss:  I paid you to do the job, just prepare a chicken meal urgently.

 

 

Owl went to the boss secretary

 

Owl:  Miss Angie, I am new here, do you know how your boss love to have his chicken

          meal prepared?

 

Angie:  I am not sure, he may want it fried, sometime he loves it boiled.  According to

             previous staffs who left , he has no specific taste. *shrugged*

 

Owl:  I will try to call the boss to confirm his taste.

 

Boss handpone rang….and than cut off.  Owl persisted, connection failed.  10 minutes later, Owl called the boss…the phone cut off abruptly again. 

 

Owl went to the kitchen and boiled the chicken and chopped it up.  If the boss wanted it fried, I will pour the chopped chicken into the wok to stir fry the chicken. In working place, Owl is good at two thinking processses if only it sound logical.

 

Boss returned to office:  Owl, is my chicken meal ready?

 

Owl:  Sir, here a plate of cut up boiled chicken and a bowl of chicken soup. Enjoy.

 

Boss: You should have fried it.

 

Owl:  I can still fry them if you want. I tried calling you but you didn’t pick up my call.

 

Boss:  Did you? Never mind, I will eat this boiled chicken. Why is the chicken staring at

            me, take its head away!

 

Owl:  Sure

 

Boss: The chicken ass is pointing at me too.

 

Owl:  Some elderly folks enjoy them.

 

Boss:  Don’t give me that crap, take it away!

 

Owl:  Here is the rice.

 

Boss:  I prefer Yam rice…

 

Owl:  Oops!!! I didn’t know you like yam rice.

 

Boss:  Will it take long to prepare the Yam rice?

 

Owl:  I didn’t buy Yam for this purpose, I thought……

 

Boss:  Angie!!!!! Come here!!!  Did you tell Owl that I prefer Yam rice?

 

Angie:  No Sir, Owl simply asked me how you wanted the chicken meal prepared.

 

Boss:  Owl!!!  Do you know that I have been in business for years and seen many things

            in my life.  Don’t you fucking know that Chicken stall also served Yam rice?  In

            the first place, I preferred fried chicken and you served me a boiled chicken. I can

            forgive on this error because you are new here, but I cannot tolerate white rice

            when you are supposed to cook Yam rice.

 

Owl:   Not that I know, Sir.  Most duck stalls served either white or Yam rice. Chicken

           stall served only white chicken rice. If you have picked up my call earlier, I would

           have…..

 

Boss:  Didn’t you guy use some initiatives? Was preparing Yam rice such a big chores

           ? Look at the supermart over there, does it look far to walk over and grab

           that piece of stupid Yam or do you expect me to deliver them personally into your

           kitchen?  Oh!!! I might as well prepare the chicken meal for you too, will you give

           me your  apron and we switch role? You think doing business is easy while you

           guys simply relax when I am gone? If I didn’t answer (his confession) your call,

           you should have called my driver or my wife. Are we short of telephone in the

           office!!! Do you not know how much your mistake is going to cost this company?  I

           could have easily hired a cheap hawker, over there, to prepare a much tastier dish

           than this? Angie!!!, get me a cup of tea, this bloody chicken is darn salty..

 

Angie:  Sir, here is your green tea.

 

Boss:  Angie, you stay and close the door behind you.

 

A while later, Angie ran to  nearby hawker center to fetch a pack of Yam Rice. When she returned, Owl asked…

 

Owl:     You managed to get the Yam Rice?

 

Angie:  Ya, so troublesome they nearly didn’t want to sell it to me separately

 

Owl:     The chicken rice stall?

 

Angie:  No!!! from the duck rice stall….

 

(Singapore is obviously having leadership Crisis)

 

Owl finally joined a group of job hoppers who were “under happy” in the job market. The oft repeated merry-go-round jobs advertisement, from the same companies, recycled and so does job hoppers, until such a day, nobody knows when, the devil will eventually meet the devil and people like us, hopefully, match something sound, somewhere.

 

*hoot*

[Midnight Owl]

This year, nobody invited Owl anywhere. My so-called rich friends, after rejecting their invitation last year, decided to forsake Owl. It was not unexpected, and a tremendous relief to save Owl from buying needless gift for unappreciative people.  The whole gang or family probably went to Hokkaido to chill, while Owl spend $3 digging into Ice Kacang (Mountain of shaved ice drizzled with multi-colored syrups), on a rainy day wearing my sweater.

 

Few days before Christmas, as part of Owl’s second round of clearance regime, Owl has thrown away many things again (including porn magazines,  beloved dildo, empty boxes, stales shoes...etc). Shirts that no longer fit were donated to Salvation Army.  Many gay novels were secretly dumped into library “return book” section.  Items with value were listed on eBay for some pocket money.  Thus, this Christmas looks pretty empty in Owl’s nest except a flickering Daiso candle to keep me company.  Owl believes, Jesus was birthed in quiet place too, no Christmas tree, no branded garment, no buffet, no colorful lights with the exception of candle to keep the manger lit and warm.

 

Still, shoppers were hurrying their last minute purchases, catching the Sales or dying to spank their home with lights and ornaments to feel loved.  After a whole year of hardship at work, they have no time to lose for the long awaited Christmas Day, to satisfy their fresh or the commercial world.

 

The same morning, Owl waited for my turn at an enclosed ATM machine. A young Chinese man was hammering the Deposit machine with force, when it couldn’t accept his $10 note. Each time his notes were rejected, he went into hyper insane mode, banging, kicking and shrieking with frustration. Judging from his shopping bags with names like Hush Puppy, St-Regis, CK and what have you, he didn’t seem like a lunatic freak; at least the full moon is not out yet.   Owl decided to skip the nearly devastated machine after he left.

 

Thereafter, Owl went to post office to send a small parcel. The queue was mid-long. There were two queue lines painted side-by-side on the floor. The white line belongs to ALL services, the black line specific for parcel mail.  Owl stood on the black line alone, the staff didn’t pay heed. I quickly jumped to the white line as the queue starts getting shorter.  When it was Owl’s turn to be served at the white line, someone arrived with a bulk mail, at the black line, and was served ahead of me.  Owl complained to the lady staff, who had the gumption to ask Owl to seek the new comer’s permission to be served before him.  An underpaid civil servant, working on Christmas Eve, was freely offering bad courtesy as much as she hated her job. When Owl was about to raise my issues again, an A4 notice on the wall caught Owl's eyes -“do not ill-treat the staff………in order to serve you better”.  Such untouchable random service, is as double-standard as the lines painted on the floor.

 

5 years have passed since my last paid movie, Owl decided to pamper me to one on Christmas Eve. Two well dressed middle aged couple, ignorant of the queue fast forming behind them, stared at the booking screen and engaged in lengthy debate before arriving at a huge decision, a distant corner choice seat; supposedly well for hanky panky when the light is dimmed for “Exodus”.

 

Lugging my dinner and two bags of weekly groceries, the half empty bus seems packed.  Packed with people who were reluctant to shift to the rear and worsened by those taking their own sweet time hunting seat for the class, as if they were on board a royal ship. It was too exhausting to watch the process of people shoving and pushing to board a simple bus.

 

Luckily, another empty bus came immediately after the packed bus zoomed off. Owl ran towards it with all my life.   A well groomed chubby Caucasian stood outside the bus entrance, not ready to board for reason beyond Owl’s expectation.  When Owl reached where he was and panting, he smiled politely: “After you.”

 

That is the real spirit of Christmas.

 

Merry  Ranting Christmas!!

Midnight Owl

[Midnight Owl]

The beauty of full moon in many early part of the year has largely kept Owl occupied. Owl has also signed up Short Term, long hour’s contract job, which explains the lengthy hiatus after my last Christmas rant. How did owl landed in a contract assignment is actually quite an accidental thing.

 

A neighbourhood “pharmacist” put up a recruitment advertisement, with big foreign name.  Owl picked it up and met their lady whose white clinical uniform was dressed to overkill, concealing almost her fingers.   Owl was given an application to complete and half way through, a guy wearing black suit suddenly appeared behind a room.  In their unpleasant Cantonese lingo, the guy began to gossip over someone they thought they knew.  The sudden ringing phone cut their crude conversation, someone called to cancel the interview appointment, the uniformed lady slammed the phone with a loud “shit!” from her mouth.   Owl felt a sudden regret for being there.  Apparently, only this pair of couple was running the shop, which looks likely to disappear at the first sign of rent increment. Whoever was their big boss behind the scene, Owl didn’t notice any.

 

On display in their small shop, were common household items neither unique nor special, but were empowered by many spot lights above it.   The only item which caught Owl’s attention was an old fashion, battery operated; stick massager. It was given an amplified status with surrounding fake crystals and rose petals. Such massager is nothing new in olden days and Owl has struggled with it painfully, battery in full power, before our life-like dildo makes its appearance in Singapore.  While Owl was enjoying my secret flashback, the cunt began her drill as blunt as a broken knife, to dilute Owl’s esteem, and her male buddy was reserved, dumbed by the technicality of owl’s detailed resume.  Having heard her slammed the phone and gossiped in front of their candidate, how elegant can one expect working in that kind of environment?  Owl’s decision was made and went into motion of receiving, instead of sharing information, trying to cut time and departs swiftly from the place.   An unexpected call came to save owl from just that.  Owl spoke loudly over my phone to ensure my message was received, indirectly by the rude cunt, that Owl’s experience weigh more than just a coat and a suit.   My caller took it for real and owl’s next appointment was immediately arranged.  

 

The caller, who just saved owl from the "black & white deities" of neither land, was a dad.  He can afford to invest in his son’s business and still feel proud that his golden son has failed him.  Owl was thus contractually tasked to clean up their shit and thereafter bid their ass farewell. That was a deal which has recently ended 6 months later and earned Owl some pocket money and than Owl will be out and about again, as the moon continues to shine impressively upon owl’s next adventure…..

 

*hoot*

[Midnight Owl]

Owl was disappointed with the adult world, for many reasons cited in my previous posts. Children are now seen racing for the same trophy.....

 

An elderly woman was making her purchase payment at the NTUC cash counter.  She was with her son, or probably a grandson, her age was concealed by toll of life, she was dark, heavily wrinkled and looks sunken like a wrecked ship.  Her son’s friend, about same age of a 13 year old boy, and still in school uniform, was with them.  For some unknown reason, his friend spoke, within broad hearing range, that the mom was very beautiful.  The sudden inappropriate “compliment” shrugged Owl and shocked the serving cashier.  The saggy woman was obviously embarrassed by her son’s friend.  To be fair, he was probably dying to bond with the son, and for the sake of breaking ice, the friend’s mom has become the target of false adoration in order to please his friend? 

 

I have seen similar incidents happened, quite regularly, during friends’ gathering at a rich man’s house.   People were too obsessed to score points or recognitions, by offering expensive gifts to delight the rich and excessively pampering the princely child who didn’t deserve it.  Owl became desolated and dejected for behaving normally, at the event, which is not a bad sign to help me lived freely, away from those dumb asses.  

 

Today, Owl witnessed a disastrous kid with no sense of beauty, has also send a wrong affection to an old hag who now wished she could disappear immediately from sight, but the son’s sticky friend continue to tail behind the running family.

 

Dread by what she saw, the cashier has forgotten to serve Owl, which give Owl the double excuses to rant under full moon.

 

*hoot*

[Midnight Owl]

The moon is not looking very happy tonight. It was the sick haze over the sky befitting the haunting ghost month of the year.  Owl’s mood is none the better…..

 

Owl completed my contract job recently, and was in joy of leaving behind a group of poor leadership team in the company.   When news broke, one of my lady colleagues was crying over my departure. The effort poured out to sooth her was in vain, I realized she was in  love.   In shock, Owl escaped through the backdoor before she requested for my contact details. Early this week, Owl has noticed a guy whom I was extremely fond of, has left the neighborhood after renting out his whole house. 

 

Within the same month, a lady cried over Owl’s departure and Owl sobbed over another man’s absence.  Life is always gaming on us for the attention we do not deserve, and did not get the attention that we need.  The consolation price is I left the woman permanently, whereas Owl’s man coming home is dependent on his tenant giving up his key.  However, it is selfish to stop the flow of event that was meant to be – Owl left to seek better opportunity, the man left in order to make ends-meet.  I thought such story only happened in drama series or olden day’s village tales, but in modern city like Singapore, life is a constant financial struggle and love is incidental.  When we get the selfish thought out of our mind, we understand the reason people choose to leave, to ensure food on the table.   

 

In the middle of the night, Owl will continue to search for a  tint of smile from the pale moon while longing for my fond guy to return sooner the better to fuck me; before that happen, new cries have just surfaced from the ground, and election is cumming. For the past 50 years, faithful Singaporeans will continue to vote for the men they loved, to screw them. That is a different kind of relationship Owl wouldn’t give a hoot.

[Midnight Owl]

Singapore is in dire state for change, change in attitude, change in culture, change in mind-set and change for the better.  All these years, regardless of our progress, we have gutter politics that run into the root of every human unreasonable and exploitive behaviours. 

 

The foreign talent policy

Owl was at Chinatown food court, making simple order for a plate of Mee Siam. A china woman stared at Owl and turned away to man her fruit counter.   She rented a small space, next to the coffee stall, selling Mee Siam & fruits.  The coffee helper, another china lady, asked if I was served. I told her I have placed my order but was ignored. She looked at the woman who denied my order and than returned to mind her own chores too. Owl was left standing there clueless, empty handed. Probably, they don’t serve gay customer?  Owl walked away, to find other food instead.

 

The courtesy campaign

Owl flew to Bishan food center for a bowl of prawn noodle.  The huge signage board displayed several items with pictures:

 

Item 1:  Prawn noodle dried – normal - $3.50
Item 2:  Prawn noodle dried – with pork rib - $4.50
Item 3:  Giant shrimp noodle - $5.00
Item 4:  Giant shrimp noodle and pork rib - $6
etc….

Owl:  Uncle, I want Item 1
Uncle:  Item 1 is what?
Owl:  Prawn noodle dried – normal
Uncle:  You want big or small?
Owl:  I want normal
Uncle raised his voice:  Yes!!! Big or small?!!!
Owl: It stated $3.50?
Uncle:  Than!! Just tell me you want a $3.50 noodle!!!!

Owl has never tasted such a “bitter” bowl of prawn noodle in Singapore.

Bosses with bad attitude
Owl was at a copier shop doing confidential printing.  Their aircon was stuffy and warm. Then came a whiney air-con contractor with his 3 Indian workers. Each one has a fair share of chores and equal volume of scolding from their boss. When an Indian lifted a ladder for the ceiling aircon, he was being yelled at. His colleague tried to hold the ladder for him, also got his boss shouting. Than another walked in with a pail, he too, has his ear drum burst.  The copier boss stormed out of his office and chased away the contractor for the loud fuss he created.  Few minutes later, the subcontractor returned, humbled and meekly held the ladder for his own workers. No more punching bag noises but silence, suddenly, became deafening.

 

Greed has no boundary

Dinner time, Owl went to Novena for a plate of $4.50 minced meat noodle. The hawker charged me $5.50 because she threw in two extra pieces of fried dumplings which I didn’t order.  She forced Owl to accept her discretion and placed her taste into my mouth.  Owl requested her to retrieve the two fried stuff which I didn’t like. She whacked dry the soaked dumplings and ready to throw it into another customer’s bowl and threw me her ugly faces too!

 

 

Low baller and the deadly Singapore flu

This particular chap caught owl selling online, a 2^nd hand phone priced at $100. After checking all the necessary features to his satisfaction, he offered SGD20 to his pleasure.  Owl told him the battery, alone, cost around his offered prices.  He became agitated and quarrel ensued because he said Owl was being sarcastic.  Owl switched off my phone, his message persisted, for the last time the next morning. He attacked Owl for being the most disgusted person he has ever known.  With that, he thought he has insulted my $100 worth of dignity and won him a $20 bloated ego.

 

Another online buyer saw a beautiful ring; owl was selling at $25.  He wanted it urgently, to collect anytime at my convenient. When the time and date was arranged to his agreement, he dropped owl these messages: 

 

Buyer:  Sorry, I will be half hour late due to work, OK with you?
Owl:  Sure, I can wait.
Buyer: I don’t think I can make it; can you reserve the ring until Saturday?
Owl:  I am sorry, it is FCFS basis.
Buyer:  I can TT you SGD25 because I am in overseas now.
Owl….you gave me the impression that you were in Singapore.
Buyer:  In that case, good luck to your sale!!

5 minutes later, owl received a message from the same buyer

Buyer:  Hold on to the ring, I am on my way in 10 minutes!

 

Owl felt like calling 911.

 

*hoot*
 

[Midnight Owl]

Owl has decided to pre-maturely terminate my new contract role. It took away my freedom to seek permanent role and the 4 directors were completely out of chemistry with Owl’s.  These 3 male directors were rich men from developers, automobile and real estate businesses. The only odd ball, a mid 20s young lady, tagging her wealthy father’s name, was made a director too. She knew nothing about basic business, and often sought the other 3 senior directors as her protectors.  Unfortunately, in this insignificant contract role, Owl has her as my direct report.

 

During the directors’ lunch, Owl was invited to join them at a famous Taiwanese steamboat restaurant.  Owl was hesitant because Owl has never had any good impression with wealthy people I knew.   On account that the director’s male PA, who looks as ordinary as Owl and was invited too, Owl reluctantly follow.  

 

Talking among themselves, the lunch’s topics touched on the directors’ personal lifestyle and their favorite cuisine around the world. Owl and the PA were silently listening to them and watching plates of raw dishes turned cold.  Feeling jaded, Owl wanted to chat with the PA, but he was as stern and cold as the emperor’s impenetrable bodyguard.  Dressed formally in tie and white long sleeve shirts, overdosed by FAB’s powder, this ex-army officer is almost ready for beck & call. The last I saw him running with an umbrella towards his over-tanned director, trying to shield him from the sun, Owl has problem understanding the message behind those action. Today, Owl thinks I knew the answer…..

 

Out of the blue, Owl’s immediate female director brought up news that her sister will soon marry to a HDB dweller and that her father has strongly objected to such marriage.  The other directors expounded that none wished their children to live in HDB too. Such endless insensitive lunch-talk, ran deep into Owl’s nerves. A shy Owl finally  stood up, put on my boldness,  emptied all the raw dishes into the boiling steamboat, picked up an overcooked pork and served onto the PA’s plate, whether he likes it or not.  He raised his hands in protest, an over-reaction that caused him to accidentally drop his chopsticks and broke a china spoon.  The directors wanted Owl to ignore him because he is not a guest but someone whom they already knew. He is one of the directors’ relative and was jobless, thus he ended up working as PA for them. Owl became a complete stranger in a group that already knew each other.    

 

The lunch finale, was dessert served in a small test-tube, which they claimed to be highly priced in Singapore, and served only in Taiwan.  Owl’s lady director was screaming in excitement, like a wild kid, that run contrary to her bitchiness behind closed door with Owl.  The so-called rare dessert, tasted like Redoxon Vitamin C poured into a test tube of shaved ice and nothing more.

 

At night, Owl’s dinner was fish porridge. Owl’s family philosophy was, in the name of fairness, the healthy will follow what the sick is eating. Daddy Owl has been ailing for years and proper diet could sustain him for years to come. That contented moment of simple dinner with family, trivialized and relativized the directors’ exquisite cuisine during lunch.

 

To add depth into Owl’s spirituality and love for nature, my overdue night walk resumed after the haze has mild.  People were still afraid of being exposed to our spoilt environment, often caused by rich people too, and the parks became quite deserted.  Nonetheless, the lines of trees have all blossomed to fruit and dead flowers have scattered thickly for a long lonely walk.  Two monks were attempting bare foot on the reflexology walk path and two middle-aged couple was caught smooching in the shadow behind them.  In a moon-less night, filled with permanent resident of thick el de flora, religion and porn are absolutely blind to each other.

 

A local couple was blocking the entrance with a baby's pram at McDonald; the wife cast her ugly stare when I requested them to make way.   While we may continue to blame foreigners for cramming our backward, the greatest disgust often came from local citizens – in private workplace or public space.  Look at the disappointing election result beyond analyst’s intelligence.  If bullying culture at various degrees can easily win votes, our citizens have proudly endorsed them.

 

Resting at the bed bench with my sundae in hand, a cluster of condominiums towered magnificently in the middle of the park, like a huge lamp post. Those were exquisite cuisine for the rich, but Owl saw my humble fish porridge towered beyond those penthouses and met the stars....

 

*hoot*

Stars

 

I closed my eyes and felt sad in darkness
So I opened them again, but saw a lonesome road

running towards the wilderness.
 

Oh, you stars of fate,
Keep shining on me silently,
I will be on my way,
Even if my cheeks turn pallid.
I will be on my way

Bidding farewell to the stars
 

With every breath I take
The night chill whistles in my chest

Even so, my heart holds the passion
In the pursuit of my dream.

Oh, you nameless sparkling stars
Glowing gloriously in shattered pieces

I, too, will be on my way,
Following the voice of my heart.
I, too, will be on my way,
Bidding farewell to the stars!

 

Oh, has someone  taken this path?
Oh, will someone follow this journey?
but I will still be on my way,
When my cheeks turn pallid.

I will still be on my way.
Bidding farewell to the Stars

 

阖起了双眼，心中尽茫然
再张开眼睛  怕观望前程
只有一条道路, 通向了荒野. 
 

啊……，散落的群星， 
点缀夜空, 指示着命运
静谧中 放射出光明， 
伴我夜行 给我影。 
我就要出发， 
脸上映着 银色的星光。 
我就要启程， 
辞别吧，命运之星！

凄凉的气息，吹入我胸中。 
阵阵秋风来，呼啸声不停。 
可是我心头, 不灭的是热情， 
每时每刻, 追寻梦中的憧憬

啊……，满天星光， 
纵然无名, 也灿烂。 
不沉寂,  从来不放弃， 
迸出华彩, 点燃生命！ 
我也要出发， 
照着心的指引,去远行。 
我也要启程， 
辞别吧，命运之星！ 

啊……，什么时候啊， 
有谁也曾来到这路上？ 
啊……，什么时候啊， 
有谁也会循着这去向？

我就要出发， 
脸上映着银色的星光。 
我就要启程， 
辞别吧，命运之星！ 
 

Edited July 10, 2018 by Midnight Owl