mind over body. body over mind. not this time. virulent in nature. micro-organisms that makes one succumb to fate. body heat rising. not a sign that anyone would want.
the body is weak. the mind is strong. but in sync they are not. equation in disarray. damn.
rotate i cannot. breathing poses a challenge. but excitement looms ahead. a system that must recover for the exhilaration ahead.
a wonderous week it has been. not physically but mentally. a roller coaster ride it has been. one that the heart can do without. a pleasure one feels. the invent of technology. and the message it brings. one message was all it took. for the downward spiral ride to u-turn up again. delight.
flirting thoughts of a four-wheeler clouds over. the freedom it brings. unrivalled.
but then. the body must awake. til then, quarantine it will be.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
signs
signs are subjected to interpretation. but perceptions corrupts the way one think, does it not?
pat on the back. someone gave me. pat that is worth more than one can imagine.
someone asked me recently if it was time to go back to studies. i am meant for bigger things. that i know. a hint was there. but my own hesitation set me uneasy. back one year ago, i will be overwhelmed by happiness. but not now. something is holding me back.
mirror reflected a soul that looks down. a soul that is not me. for i am one who does not bow to fate. destiny lies one my own hands. but for this moment, i look down. we all have our weak moments, don't we?
the weekend air was fresh. my da jie had no idea how much it helped me to rest. the stillness. the serenity. wandering thoughts are kept abuzz. fluttering hearts with butterflies in the stomach.
intensity. passion. frustration. alas
i see footsteps on the ground. mine. unfortunately.
a sign i need. for my own interpretation. to keep me going.
pat on the back. someone gave me. pat that is worth more than one can imagine.
someone asked me recently if it was time to go back to studies. i am meant for bigger things. that i know. a hint was there. but my own hesitation set me uneasy. back one year ago, i will be overwhelmed by happiness. but not now. something is holding me back.
mirror reflected a soul that looks down. a soul that is not me. for i am one who does not bow to fate. destiny lies one my own hands. but for this moment, i look down. we all have our weak moments, don't we?
the weekend air was fresh. my da jie had no idea how much it helped me to rest. the stillness. the serenity. wandering thoughts are kept abuzz. fluttering hearts with butterflies in the stomach.
intensity. passion. frustration. alas
i see footsteps on the ground. mine. unfortunately.
a sign i need. for my own interpretation. to keep me going.
Monday, June 1, 2009
when the wind blows
takes you somewhere. a beautiful night it turned out yesterday. simple and sweet. cool yet warm.
fabulous weekend, i call it, for the tired body. the hotel that brought back painful memories. so much that it still ache now. ain't 100% fit yet. rotation is a challenge without grimacing. but warm bodies fill the heart. as did the food the stomach. at the dawn of the new day begins, the outcome was expected, the better team won. but everton wasn't bad. at least they stand proud.
morning brunch was a tad too oily and unhealthy. but with good company. nothing much matters anyway. neighbours are great, especially with convenience atop the agenda. comfort in the company of each other. what do you get when you place two monkeys together? a helluva good time and laughs.
sun has fallen. the man was awoken. humongous appetite awaken. and in brudder you trust. good food, good times. as the wind blew. envy was in the eyes. love was in the air, around her at least. and i'm happy for her. for that's how love should be like. simplicity. and happiness.
somewhere out there. where the wind blows. the countdown begins. 4's good to begin with.
the heart calls. the longings. the voice. heh. i am but a simple man misunderstood.
fabulous weekend, i call it, for the tired body. the hotel that brought back painful memories. so much that it still ache now. ain't 100% fit yet. rotation is a challenge without grimacing. but warm bodies fill the heart. as did the food the stomach. at the dawn of the new day begins, the outcome was expected, the better team won. but everton wasn't bad. at least they stand proud.
morning brunch was a tad too oily and unhealthy. but with good company. nothing much matters anyway. neighbours are great, especially with convenience atop the agenda. comfort in the company of each other. what do you get when you place two monkeys together? a helluva good time and laughs.
sun has fallen. the man was awoken. humongous appetite awaken. and in brudder you trust. good food, good times. as the wind blew. envy was in the eyes. love was in the air, around her at least. and i'm happy for her. for that's how love should be like. simplicity. and happiness.
somewhere out there. where the wind blows. the countdown begins. 4's good to begin with.
the heart calls. the longings. the voice. heh. i am but a simple man misunderstood.
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