simply oroque's view

i was in court today, please dont ask how my matter went. if i wasn't being represented by another lawyer, i'd have run out of the courtroom screaming in shame. some small administrative error meant that as far as the court was concerned, i was invisible to it and was not being represented. like i said, don't ask. unexpectedly (to me at least), as soon as the court made it clear that this was an issue, the opposing counsel capitalized on this small matter and kept beginning every sentence with "in view of this grave foundational matter, my lord...". the silly nincompoop, but i swear i will get my day in court and will feed him the judges old dirty socks. luckily the judge is well versed and shot down all the other lawyer's needless rhetorics and simply adjourned the matter to allow us correct the mistake. and so i got back to the office pretty miffed and wondering why on earth that sort of avoidable error occured in the first place, and how bad it could have

i read yesterday, somewhere, that every blogger has areas of human life that they completely avoid. areas that either hold some emotional meaning for the blogger, or areas that he would rather not point his reader's attention to either in order not to offend them, or just to be on the politically correct side of social culture. at first i thought it was baldderdash and considered myself to be above and beyond this type of behaviour since i feel that my blog is very "no-holds barred" and i virtually say anything i think...but then upon reflection overnight i realized that yes indeed there are some issues i completely avoid. if you're an avid reader of my blog, you will notice that i have never disclosed where i work. i have also never used anyone's real name while relating a true story. i also do not talk about extremely controversial issues like gay people and the church, religious interference in the educational system, downlow men and marital deception, the ge

Another year, that is. I mean, was it not just the other day I celebrated one year younger? Where I was moaning about all the things I was yet unable to achieve? When all I could think about was the fact that I wasn't married? Wasn't it just a few quick months ago that I was thankful for turning a year older and hoping aloud that I would by the next year be all that I ever hoped to be? Maybe married with two children and one nephew? Well it's that's time of the year again. I'm a year older. The weight is still there, the woman still isn't, the job is better than it has ever been and I've stopped pretending that I'm tripped by church in any way. I think this is what they call midlife crisis. That time in your life when your perspectives change..,when you stop sucking in your stomach to give yourself the false hope that you're somehow fit for your age. The time when you suddenly think you've spent a logic your life worrying about the wrong things

i used to be ordinary. i used to be just another fellow down the road, weird but nothing out of the ordinary. i used to be the guy who wanted to live an ideal world where everyone respected the other. a world where one could lead the life that he alone chose and where everyone respected the personal space of the other person. i used to want to live in heaven. i used to be ordinary. i trusted people and always thought that human actions were noble and in the common interest of the greater. i used to tell the world exactly what i thought and demand to be heard. i was taught to believe that small people could do great things if they only believed firmly in their dreams and didn't care what anyone thought about it. i felt that every twist of paper i made was ingenious artwork and that my creativity was boundless. i thought that friends were people who actually liked you just because, and that you could literally expect them to accept everything about you. i used to be young. i used

okay so i'm sitting here minding my own business when my colleague walks into my office (yes, i do have an office...haterz :))) and very animatedly tells me she needs some minutes of my time. i usually have two faces on generally in my life, the work face and the home face. interprete that how you like. well, the reason why its easier to keep the office face at work is that people behave within the confines of professionalism...and don't just jump into other people's space without invitation etc and carry on like they've got fire ants up their pants. so anyways, the way she came in took me by surprise as i raced through my mind trying to determine what face to put on considering this visit was clearly not an official looking one. so anyways, she plops herself into my chair and starts seemingly without breathing: "you want to make money right? i mean who doesn't. you probably want to buy a car, a house, pay for mortgage, travel for free on an all expense paid