MALE TALES Issue 1.073; Personal Journey

Issue 1.073: Personal Journey ....

I once read that Micheangelo or was it Da Vinci would actually paint over their finished pieces of art, as there was not enough canvas to paint on or he may find inspiration to change the painting once over.  

So you might get a painting within another.

Just like me now, as a writer ( self claimed.... hahaha... ) I am never satisfied with my drafted works; I go back and amend the words and passages, hoping to make it better. Or worse.  But lately, I told myself, hold the rein as that piece is ‘finito’; shall let it be. And go on with the next unfinished story, so you can join the missing threads together. So I had to curb my fingers from editing the edited and move on.

Just like in life, we cannot go back and fixed the missing threads or missing sections, we just moved on and rectify from there.

But if I could, like in Quantum Leap ( the TV series ), gee, I got a long list of ‘what if.... ‘ but I can;t really do all of that.

As the saying goes, altering the past will not improve the future, but we can make amends to the present to rectify the past, so that in the future we do not need to be concern on  it. But not all the past can be amended and we just had to leave it as it is, to there by itself.

I made many decisions in my lifetime, sometimes against the will of others and sometimes with consent, but the outcome of those decisions are not as per planning; and I accepted those results.

My only thought here is we do as our heart and mind tells you, and do away with any influence by others, but take in advice for consideration. The journey is determined by your own decision, and your own responsibility.

After all life is too short to have double takes..

Folk Tales 3; Ratpunzel

Ratpunzel ....

You seen rats in your place? They are a lovely creature if you learn to appreciate it from a artistic view like you would of a falcon. They have a a thick fur on them;  normally dark grey as it allows them to blend in with the dark corners. They have these whiskers which allowed them to smell stuff they need for their diet. And the marvelous part of them is the long tail. Its sleek like a long whip wield by Catswoman, except she is feline and not mousey. Okay, rats are known to be bring diseases as they moved in dirty areas, squirelling through damp pipes or tunnels, and they carry one too many wrong occupants on their fur. So do dogs and cats, but we considered them domesticated so its okay.

So here is my story of a rat named Ratpunzel.

Mama was a good mother, and wife; she gave birth to a litter of them youg pinkish young un’s. She nurtured them well and kept them safe in this dark recess of the house. Pa died in a trap some days back, so Mama had to double up her effort. And she did it; escaping man traps and cats; ugly black ones with white spots. On the day she saw her litter grew to a age where they can leave the litter, she saw one particular one. It was Ratpunzel; this rascally rat has the most beautiful tail, all straight and long. Mama was touched by her beauty, and she kept Ratpunzel at the litter. To her, this darling rat was her treasure to be looked at and held in the limelights of fame. She was teaching the little kiddo some nifty steps to start off her basic dance moves. And so Ratpunzel lived in the same place called the litter for sometime, with her Mama always there; feeding and taking care of her. She even comb the tail with the finest silky cloth so it will gleam in the dark shadow. And one day, poor Mama missed her cue to run across the room, and was devoured by the black cat with white spots. Urghh... it was an ugly scene to describe.

But poor Ratpunzel knew not of it, as she had not left the litter since birth, and there was no scraps of newsprint to read. So she got hungry and she called out to Mama. It was by coincidence on that day, a prime dashing rat of the best breed of descent was strolling by. His nose picked up the scent of the new rat on the block. And he heard the sweet pleading voice of Ratpunzel for food. Dash; thats his name immediately rushed to the nearest food cache ( there were a few those days ), and he retrieve the biggest cheese he could find. Dash brought it to the litter but he found a small entrance to go in. And he was not that nimble or small to crawl through. So he called out to the hungry rat inside; ‘My name is Dash. I have cheese here; the finest in the house. How can I pass this to you?’

‘I will lowered my tail and you leave it on it. Then I will slowly bring it in. And thank you.’ Sweet words to said in the moment of help, and so Dash did as he was told; pieces after pieces he leave on the long tail that wind it back to the little through the small gap in the wall. Now this went on for sometime, Dash will come and said; ‘unwind your tail, and I will feed you’. Ratpunzel will do so, and the feeding went on. Okay, love was in the tunnel too. One day, Dash was getting impatience so he brought the ‘Tunnel Rats’. ‘Break it down so I can see my Ratpunzel’. And they did; these boys are good and old plaster came off like paper maiche. And for the first time dash saw his love. She was beautiful with her long sleek tail, but she was alarmed. Dash is past his prime and wobbling on his hind legs. You see, when Dash first heard of Ratpunzel, he was just about to clear prime last moments, and you know time flows. But Dash was not to give up and he went on his nose saying; ‘if looks matters, would I had stayed so long? I did peek at you through the gap, and I saw how fat you were but I still love you.’

And so looks were cast aside and love prevail. And Dash never looked beyond the tail, and Rat of her cheese as long they are stale.

( If look counts, there would be abundance of unmarried man and woman. Thankfully love is blind. )

Folk Tales 2; Trial of Robin

Let us re-looked at the legend....

Trial of Robin  ....

It was a bleak day that morning when they led the criminal to be executed at the execution centre. It was bleak as the weather was cold and gloomy with heavy overcast skies. Even the surfaces were coated with a wet layer of moisture from the morning mist, and some areas of less than six inches above the ground level, we shall not speculate on its contents. On the side of the street, lined up like the bed of flowers found commonly in the country cottages are the common folks which makes the underprivileged crowd; they were all standing looking glum with their unwashed bodies and exposed barefooted limbs. Some wore feathered coverings which are now coated with mud. A mongrel was seen running up and down the street braking at the crowd, but unheeded by them for she was looking for her puppies lost in the standing crowd.

On the other end, there on the high platforms are the aristocrats looking splendid in their silky feathers and even languish themselves in the heavy splashes of colors and aroma. I know the smell at the town centre can be overbearing and today is no exception. Even the feline company was pampered with morsels of meat served by willing slaves who ran like mices.

But what called them to this place on this morning.

There are here not to rejoice at the coming of the flamboyant Sheriff or the selfish King of theirs, whose self proclaimation in place from the rightful throne person.

They are here to salute a bright young robin whose named was on everyone’s lips.

Soon the doomed convict arrived and the name of his given by his fame was called louder.

‘Robin! Robin! We love ya!’

Now that is a good cheer for a convict who robbed from the rich and fed the poor. If not for the selfish act of this convict, the common population would not had tasted the full grained wheat in their mouth. They would had just stopped their recipe at the ground produce or leftover unwashed wheats. If not for the  unselfish act of the convict, the rats would had taken their fill from the crowd and scrawny vultures would picked their bones for marrows.

It was in the trial, the words of the defence attorney rang with utmost clarity and meaning that touched even the goose who was tending to its flock; ‘Robin was no thief, for the acts are for the common folks. Robin took the things from the rich without their permission but Robin did it out of true compassion and love for the fulfilment of the common folks. Tell me, among all of you creatures who sits on the platform; did you ever performed such noble acts before? Or is it below your rank to served the common folks? They did not despiced you of your rank, they asked is your recognition of theirs in your salvation. You needed them to filled your tables with food and yet you scorned them for the fact they needed to fed to bring the food on your table’.

Even the attorney who represented Robin never saw the deadly blow that came. And now Robin is to be executed for the deeds, which the ruling one said so in the delivery of the execution; ‘Noble are your cause, but the deed was foul in deliverance, so hence the punishment is to be deserving of it.’ No plea was recorded of Robin except of two syllable; ‘chirp chirp’ as Robin Hood has its head wrung by the Lion and devoured.

( Such is the rule of the jungle, you are at the mercy of the higher echelons of the animal ranks. )

Folk Tales 1: Hare and the Turtle

One day out in the wildness, there was a hare who will race with any creature he can meet. His ambition in life is to win the races, and he was never defeated. So one day he met a turtle trudging down the path walking ever slow that even the ants overtook him. So the hare hopped up to the turtle and said; ‘hello, do I know you from somewhere?’

‘Excuse me, for one I dinna know who you are, and number two, that is the worst pickup line I ever heard. And lastly, I am a MALE, and you ain’t ma type.’ That was one bad tude’ turtle; can’t blame him, as he just spend three weeks walking to his mate’s home, and she just left for vacation last week. So you know how irrate he is when the postman was also another ‘hare’ in the brown suit.

‘Anyway, howdy. I am called ‘Harry’ the Hare. I am the fastest hare in the wilderness.’ Now that mighty nice of Harry to introduced himself.

‘Okay, I apologies. The last creature I wanted to meet was another hare, but I am pleased to meet you, Harry. My name is Today, as everyday for me is still today. At my speed of life anyway.’

‘Ain’t that funny, my nickname is Yesterday, because by the time you realised I am gone, its already one day gone’ replied the Harry.

‘I wished so too....’ mumbled Today the Turtle.

‘You said something.... Nevermind, I wished to win this race with you. So shall we start?’ Now by the time Harry completes his statement; he had the starting line drawn, the audience lined up at the sides, and the Armadillo to start off the race.

‘I don’t jump into a race on the first meeting, but I will try carry out your wish.’ That was what Today said, but incidentally, he crossed the starting line so the race was on. Harry the hare went speeding off while Today is still trying to move his hind legs to the starting race. Eventually, Harry came to a big tree and stopped to rest. He can see the finish line just over yonder but on looking back, he can’t see Today the Turtle. So Harry decided to rest and eventually he slept. Now all this time, Today the Turtle is still at the starting line; okay he made it pass the line and is now on the track. So he turned to the audience and said; ‘you guys may want to go home. I may take a long time to finish the race.’ But one creature named the Fox came out,.

‘Today, we wished you will win, for that we make you win this race.’ So before even Today can replied to that, he found himself hoisted onto the fox’s back and he was carried off. But due to the weight of the turtle, some other creatures helped too, including some ants. ( the chicropacter office was overloaded that week ), but they finally got Today at the finish line. Meanwhile, Harry woke up and saw Today at the finish line. He ran his last strength, and as he was about to cross the finish line; he fell and broke his hind legs. Now Today the Turtle saw him fall, so he turned to faced his opponent. He slowly pushed the hare across the finish line, much to the dismay of the audience.

‘Why?’ asked the Fox from the First Aid stretcher.

‘Well, he needed the win more than myself. He even broke his legs to make it here. So I assisted him in this wish. As for you all, I assisted all of you to cheat at the race, as that was you wished to do. To me, all I wished for was to go home and I am nearer now. So we all got our wishes.

Just as mine, for you to read my tale. Thank you.

MALE TALES Issue 1.072; Sound the alarm

I am concerned on this.... and it does not mean I am marrying another one; can;t afford that too, but this is distressing.....males are more than females in the population....

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.072.pdf

I must take care not to defeat my worthy female opponent in the next game of chess, or she may just send her five possible suitors on me for revenge.... more like using me as the chesternut in the game of knocks... talk about unfair advantage....

MALE TALES Issue 1.071; Parenthood pain

Ever wonder how your parents feel when you are in pain.... before you answer me, asked them.

I knew mine, and many a times when I was a parent too, I wished I knew earlier what the pain does.

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.071.pdf

MALE TALES Issue 1.070; Sweet Foods Helps

Finally, the scientist sees it my way......

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.070.pdf

MALE TALES Issue 1.069; Men never listen

Actually we do....sometimes.... but there is this adventurous nature in us that still dwells in us since young....

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.069.pdf

Tally Ho....

MALE TALES Issue 1.068; 4D...

No, I am not referring to the gambling game of 4 Digits Draw..... but the movie entertainment latest fad...

Read my thoughts...

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.068.pdf

When you do finish the tale, please offer me a good chicropacter ( Male please . )

To my new reader from France...

Bienvenue sur mon blog, et peut vous avez apprécié la lecture de mes histoires, et ne revenir. Vous ne pouvez jamais dire ce que je peut faire par la suite .... hahaha ...

Merci beau comp.

MALE TALES Issue 1.067; Cheap Thrill

There was a time when the best news to read was the one's who gives you cheap thrill.... and we had one those days called New Thrill. It lasted for a few years and soon faded as the thrill went to other media....

But here's to Cheap Thrill as we called it then.

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.067.pdf