murphy's strikes

when things are meant to go wrong, it will go wrong (no matter how much you try to prevent it). the law of murphy still applies today.

monday. murphy came to my door.

early morning issues. unhappy customers. but who can blame them. they are just looking from their own perspectives. door closed. lights off. music on. a moment of peace i need. a trance i seek. for that moment at least while i recover my senses.

door opens. system downtime. more unhappy customers. colleagues staying up late. morale support they need. in went me. but who will be there for me. when i need you most. where were you.

its been a while. cold yet warm. roller coaster ride it seems. i need not that for now. stability. selfish angle i was looking at.

bounce back i must. ion looks nice. somehow small but i feel affinity.

living in a facade. trying to s.m.i.l.e for them i must. for her i will.

murphy strikes. but will go.

stand by i shall.

escapism

escapism. something that still astound me till today. running away.

why do people like to live in a world of escapism. drowning their hearts and souls in sorrow. living in a facade or belief that they will wake up stronger and better. reliving their short moments or spurts of perceived happiness. only to be overwhelmed by a chronic migraine the next day.

why do people like to say things that they do not mean. to hurt others that they do not wish to. to run away when they do not need to. someone said it was because they are insecured. to live through the pain again is not something their hearts can take.

but everyone has a choice. why deny yours.

indulging in escapism is not living at all. not to me as least.

be happy. be bold. love others like how you like to be loved.

close your eyes. take a deep breath. feel the tenderness as the wind flirts with your lips.

hide no more. smile.

simplicity. nature.

keep it. simple. short. sweet

lazy. thats how it has been since the last post. avid readers can thrash me. but it is the truth. i logged in. did not blog. but blogging is a choice. my choice.

roller coaster moving upwards again. but the view is different. somewhat. perhaps it is how the man who sold the ticket communicated. but the feeling is different. where it used to hold, it does not now. the ticket. the view. the look. it does not feel the same anymore.

until. a recent dinner at a random place in little chinatown. baring the fangs. no holds barred. someone who could allow me to throw some punches. and retaliated with a few. those few that spun me, and woke me up.

boy, o boy. as it is with my clean cut top. the reflection has always been there. somehow missed and overlooked that. the one who need help. strip the facade. keep it naked. nakedness is beauty in the eyes of the beholder. natural simplicity. look beyond that. for them i live. and slog.

and till i die, passion never dies.

while one end of the pendulum has been awoken. the other lies is whirlpool. spinning left to right. right to left. sometimes it aches. sometimes the warm overwhelms. compensating that, patience. the jewel is worth the time. simplicity at its best, even if it is just a gum.

sweeet sarcharine look. you may be scarred. insecured. but beautiful in the heart is what you still are.

once again i hehold, till i die, passion never dies.