Adam and Eve – The Way I See Them.

First of all, Adam and Eve weren’t really called Adam and Eve. In fact, they could barely speak words let alone creating names for themselves. They communicate with sign languages, and they looked ugly as, with mad clumpy hair, big nostrils and uneven teeth, burnt skin and calloused palms and feet. They pretty much a beta version of the early Homo sapiens – more into the ape’s side rather than the Caravaggio’s paintings.

They weren’t friends with the animals either – they ate the freaking animals and they sure as hell ran the heck away from any animals resembling those of elephants or lions that we see today, instead of caressing them and playing around with them in manner of Buddhist monks raising Tiger cubs. The lived in a place where it battered all the freaking weathers – from cold to hot to cold again – and so they had really tanned, leathery skin and quite athletic bodies in that aspect. They were somewhat naked in some weathers but when it got cold they would put more than just tree leaves over their private parts to avoid catching pneumonia or whatever they called it back then.

Adam couldn’t really give a shit about his missing rib – he cared more about steak ribs from four legged mammals. Eve weren’t really into apples at all, regardless how red and juicy it might look hanging down from the so-called forbidden tree – she cared more about crushing the sodding snake to death so she could skin it alive and have it for dinner. Fruit just didn’t really worth it since it gave less energy and not keeping them as warm as eating the fat of the animals.

Most importantly, Adam and Eve had friends too – they weren’t the only couple in the world otherwise they would really freak out since no other creatures were as alike as them two. And so you see, there were many, many Adams and Eves, not just two. Their children would meet and mate and then the whole reproductive process stretched far ahead until it brought us up to this point.

Makes more sense to me.

Now, the reason why I constructed this version was because I had a mild argument with my grandpa about the demeaning facts about women according to the Bible; Eve tempting Adam, Sarah suggested Abraham to impregnate a younger chick so he could have a descendant (what woman in the right mind would suggest her husband to sleep with another woman?), king Solomon having bloody thousands of harems collected from different parts of the world, Maria Magdalena a sexed up prostitute who somehow appeared every now and then in the most important parts of Jesus’ life – the list goes on. My grandpa wouldn’t hear about my own opinions and I simply wasn’t satisfied with how things were – no matter what the Holy book said.

So I decided to set the record straight from the main root – where it all began. And where would God be in that story? God was actually in everywhere, and most importantly, God was actually in their hearts.

Now, doesn’t that sound a lot better?

Workaholic Is A Serious Disease

Been working past my regular hours for the past two weeks and have never felt so tired and excited at the same time. Work finishes at four pm everyday and there’s nothing there to stop me from leaving whatever the heck am doing and skid past those glass doors, slid downstairs, get my finger scanned, get changed and go home.

But then four doesn’t feel that late anymore. Gradually, it feels as if there are not enough hours to work – wailing every time lunchtime arises since it means having to leave desk, not believing that time could really go that quickly. It gets even worse after lunch. When look up at massive wall clock, it’s suddenly three pm and all hell breaks loose, trying to get everything done to avoid constantly thinking and worrying about work and even having some sort of weird, traumatized dream about it in the evening.

When waking up in mornings, feel like haven’t had enough sleep and also wishing that it hasn’t been five yet. While lying around in bed until practically six, drifting on and off from sleep, with temptation to skip work lurking around in back of mind but realizing that a day’s work actually makes huge difference so get up and brace the day, thinking could always go to sleep once get on the bus but actually never able to since dreading the people around me already putting me off the thought about sleeping for good.

As soon as having stepped foot at work, brain sort of switches into serious, meticulous, fast and efficient work mode – which am still having difficulty to adapt to since having to do a lot of things at the same time while doing everything really quickly has never been one of my expertise.

And then time rolls by and everything happens so fast it’s practically lunch time again, and on and on it goes.

Only 23.

When I have enough money, I would go for a holiday where I can watch sunsets everyday and enjoy the great feeling of being alive. When I have a car, I would get the best audio set so I can listen to my trance collection every time I drive.
When I get my own place, I would fill it up with minimalist furniture and a best set of stereo – all for my own digital indulgence. When I get married, I would have separate bedrooms so I can still have my own privacy and thus not losing my own sense of self. When I am not married, I would get artificial insemination.

When I’m done achieving all those things, I would be perfect.
But I’m not.

Is life a mundane thing to go through? Does everyone feel the same way like I do?
Are they searching for the extraordinary, just like I am? Are we all just lost souls?

I’m still standing on the ground, back to square one. I bury myself deeper into work, trying to dismiss the sinking feeling that something is missing from my life, but I don’t know what it is. I wish I could go back to being a child again. My heart and soul is getting weary.

And I’m only 23.