Ever wake up with that smile on your face? The one that says "everything’s going to be all right"?
WHAM! "HELLO SUNSHINE!"
And then you start your day as you normally would – taking your time to bathe and do all the little things that you do before you head off to where you normally go and then do what you’re supposed to do.
I mean, it’s all good, but it’s feeling that much better since you started with an early-morning-smack-in-the-face with a serving of fresh fulfillment. Nothing’s gonna screw you up this time – the bus can’t be late and the people would actually move to the back for once; the train doors open and you won the 0.5m sprint for the sardine-train; that pretty person who smiles at you isn’t trying to sell you something.
You’re infallible.
Welcome to the club.
When you’re done sharpening your ego with the rock of self-praise, we’ll move on.
Hang on, I’m not done sharpening yet.
Work’s been getting me down. It gets everybody down. It’s a freaking getter-downer, that bastard that is work. And every one of us goes through the period of time when we tell ourselves "enough is enough, I’m outta here!"
Face it – most of us are one hole short of a doughnut most of the time. And there’s a whole picnic basket to compete with.
That’s right, there’s always the constant reminder from the people around us, the heat of the chase, the rout of the crowds. I’m not talking about holes or doughnuts or price tags – who gives a flying fuck at the moon about those?!
Of course, no one can fuck the moon. It’s physically and psychologically impossible. No one even imagines doing that.
Hell, no. Human-astrological body intercourse is strictly metaphysical.
But what’s metaphysics got to do with waking up with that smile on your face?
Nothing.
Let’s take a break. Take two. Hell, take five more, who cares!
You do, that’s who.
But honestly, when was the last time you stopped yourself from doing something – like r-e-a-l-l-y stopped doing anything. Stop, drop, and leave – that’s what I’m talking about.
Forget work and troubles and the likes, and simply BE. Take a deep breath and count to 123,434,673,345,234,903,346,234,784,826,825.
The elation that comes from being a free spirit – one that is signified by a total freedom of will and how its time is spent – is far beyond the simple pleasures more often experienced in life.
Stop thinking already, LIFE’S WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. And that means you’re in the driver’s seat. Where you go is up to you – forage in the flames of past; canter through caverns of present time; gallivant among the guilds of future’s tomb.
Your choice.
You gotta do something about it – don’t expect it to change all by itself. Capture that moment in a blaze of frenzy and squeeze it dry; live it.
Then maybe you’ll get that job you were looking for, the dream girl you know you’re going to marry, the degree that you’ve always imagined yourself getting; the life you knew you’d live.
Because frankly, life’s always gonna be there when you open your eyes. It’s that hot breath that sticks to your tongue, an annoying insect buzzing around your food, that cold gust of wind right after you step out of the shower.
Some things you just can’t get enough of; welcome to my world.
Now say this with me – slowly and making emphasis at the end – Everything’s going GREAT.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Coming Full Circle
Every seen the way a kitten struts? How she places every paw down in her nimble gallops across the sunset? Or the look on her face as she explores every curve and bend with the most interest?
It's called innocence, and we've lost it somewhere between nursery and kindergarten.
Take a walk and you'll know what I mean.
Back? Didn't take too long, did ya? You must have misunderstood me when I told you to take a walk. The best ones often last days, and in some case, a lifetime. I bet you think we're gonna be heading for a 'spiritual undertaking', where I hold you hostage and jabber on about the philosophy of appreciating simplicity.
Bingo. Now hold on tight, coz I could walk pretty fast when I get excited.
I'll take you to my favorite place to go to - Chinatown. It's the perfect example of how man fucks up everything by doing what he thinks is right; a malignant rite of passage to everything beautiful in this world.
Now, it's no BS, but I used to go down there a lot when I was a kid - you get off Outram Park MRT and walk your ass off all the way down the antiqued streets bustling with people. Most of you would think that Chinatown's an open-air old folks' home, but back in the good old days when people weren't raised to be assholes, it was the place to go.
Back then, it was dying. Now, it's long dissipated into the annels of a forgotten time; remembered only in the memories of the fuddy duddies haunting the remnants of their Chinatown.
Yes, I'm one of them. MOVING ON...
Think about it - there's bound to be some place that's sacred to you, some place you used to beg your parents to take you, some place with more significance than school and work and play. These are the things that make you stop and think, tossing everything else in your head and just slap you hard like how the moon shines from behind the clouds at night.
They've always there, it's just that you're too worked up over nothing most of the time to pay them the respect they deserve.
Ever wondered why you've got so much problems? How they just keep on piling and not allow you to do the things you want?
But hey, they're YOUR problem, so add that to the list.
"Number 34,579,239: too much problems..." Got it.
I had a talk with one of my buddies that day - Haris Jumadi. It was one of those talks when you don't have to think of what to say so that you can sound intelligent; we could be crows gawking at a dead rat for all I care.
But something he said struck me, "...water kills fire, carves stone, and rusts metal...", and when I went beyond thinking that it was just a cheap rip-off from a Kurusawa flick, I found the cheesiest pick-up line known to man.
"Go with the flow, baby."
No. Nooo..ooooo..oo.o....
All of us surrender too easily. Even though we're forced to go downstream doesn't mean we're not free to choose how we want to do it.
I'm not talking about living your life through the simple things we see - that's too difficult for anyone now, not in this doomsday of a society - but rather a suggestion to all you quasi-philosophers out there - think about them once in awhile. They're like old toys, packed up in a corner of the storeroom of your heart, neglected and taking a backseat.
They don't want that, because everytime you check, there will be one less to remember; your conscience digging a grave for the lost fragments of your past.
So do that; reconstruct even the most destroyed things; melt all the shards and forge a new mirror on which to reflect upon; don't go through life wondering if you ever lived. It's all the simple things that matter above the cesspool reality that we all surrender ourselves to some time in our lives.
If all else fails, just find an empty space at night and look up at the moon flowing light through the vaccum sky, with the stars chorusing their silent symphony as the heavy clouds drift slowly to slumber.
It's not all about you. To them, you're insignificant - a dustmite on the bed of life waiting for extermination. They'll always be there for the next freak who bothers to look up and think for a moment.
See it now?
It's called innocence, and we've lost it somewhere between nursery and kindergarten.
Take a walk and you'll know what I mean.
Back? Didn't take too long, did ya? You must have misunderstood me when I told you to take a walk. The best ones often last days, and in some case, a lifetime. I bet you think we're gonna be heading for a 'spiritual undertaking', where I hold you hostage and jabber on about the philosophy of appreciating simplicity.
Bingo. Now hold on tight, coz I could walk pretty fast when I get excited.
I'll take you to my favorite place to go to - Chinatown. It's the perfect example of how man fucks up everything by doing what he thinks is right; a malignant rite of passage to everything beautiful in this world.
Now, it's no BS, but I used to go down there a lot when I was a kid - you get off Outram Park MRT and walk your ass off all the way down the antiqued streets bustling with people. Most of you would think that Chinatown's an open-air old folks' home, but back in the good old days when people weren't raised to be assholes, it was the place to go.
Back then, it was dying. Now, it's long dissipated into the annels of a forgotten time; remembered only in the memories of the fuddy duddies haunting the remnants of their Chinatown.
Yes, I'm one of them. MOVING ON...
Think about it - there's bound to be some place that's sacred to you, some place you used to beg your parents to take you, some place with more significance than school and work and play. These are the things that make you stop and think, tossing everything else in your head and just slap you hard like how the moon shines from behind the clouds at night.
They've always there, it's just that you're too worked up over nothing most of the time to pay them the respect they deserve.
Ever wondered why you've got so much problems? How they just keep on piling and not allow you to do the things you want?
But hey, they're YOUR problem, so add that to the list.
"Number 34,579,239: too much problems..." Got it.
I had a talk with one of my buddies that day - Haris Jumadi. It was one of those talks when you don't have to think of what to say so that you can sound intelligent; we could be crows gawking at a dead rat for all I care.
But something he said struck me, "...water kills fire, carves stone, and rusts metal...", and when I went beyond thinking that it was just a cheap rip-off from a Kurusawa flick, I found the cheesiest pick-up line known to man.
"Go with the flow, baby."
No. Nooo..ooooo..oo.o....
All of us surrender too easily. Even though we're forced to go downstream doesn't mean we're not free to choose how we want to do it.
I'm not talking about living your life through the simple things we see - that's too difficult for anyone now, not in this doomsday of a society - but rather a suggestion to all you quasi-philosophers out there - think about them once in awhile. They're like old toys, packed up in a corner of the storeroom of your heart, neglected and taking a backseat.
They don't want that, because everytime you check, there will be one less to remember; your conscience digging a grave for the lost fragments of your past.
So do that; reconstruct even the most destroyed things; melt all the shards and forge a new mirror on which to reflect upon; don't go through life wondering if you ever lived. It's all the simple things that matter above the cesspool reality that we all surrender ourselves to some time in our lives.
If all else fails, just find an empty space at night and look up at the moon flowing light through the vaccum sky, with the stars chorusing their silent symphony as the heavy clouds drift slowly to slumber.
It's not all about you. To them, you're insignificant - a dustmite on the bed of life waiting for extermination. They'll always be there for the next freak who bothers to look up and think for a moment.
See it now?
Thursday, February 02, 2006
MSN
*Wise Man Once Said = WMOS
Me: So how goes your day?
WMOS: The songbird can chirp, but the branches are weak.
Me: What’s wrong then?
WMOS: Dam that holds water has torn asunder.
Me: Too much to do at work?
WMOS: The Heavens send rain, but the people can only beg.
Me: No help from the bosses huh? Why don’t you try talking to them?
WMOS: Like light off the water’s edge.
Me: I’m sure they’re not that unreasonable.
WMOS: Blessed, you can take a tree with a butter knife.
Me: Maybe it’s time you started looking for a new job? I mean, all you’ve done with this one is complain about how bad it is.
WMOS: The ship follows the winds, but the sea may not be as agreeable.
Me: Ahh… but that’s a big sea out there!
WMOS: Seen from behind a cage, the lion resembles a pussycat.
Me: So you’re gonna stay on?
WMOS: Knowing its fate, the salmon continues upstream.
Me: If you’re unhappy, quit!
WMOS: A tree uprooted leaves no soil.
Me: Don’t you have savings?
WMOS: The dandelion seeks help from the winds.
Me: I’m not loaning you any money!
WMOS: *silence
Me: *silence
WMOS: A steady stream rusts iron, kills fire, and splits stone.
Me: You’ve a plan? Let’s hear it.
WMOS: Hong Bao Draw.
Me: *silence
WMOS: The meek follow a different god.
Me: The fat bird won’t sing, so it blames the lousy branch.
Me: So how goes your day?
WMOS: The songbird can chirp, but the branches are weak.
Me: What’s wrong then?
WMOS: Dam that holds water has torn asunder.
Me: Too much to do at work?
WMOS: The Heavens send rain, but the people can only beg.
Me: No help from the bosses huh? Why don’t you try talking to them?
WMOS: Like light off the water’s edge.
Me: I’m sure they’re not that unreasonable.
WMOS: Blessed, you can take a tree with a butter knife.
Me: Maybe it’s time you started looking for a new job? I mean, all you’ve done with this one is complain about how bad it is.
WMOS: The ship follows the winds, but the sea may not be as agreeable.
Me: Ahh… but that’s a big sea out there!
WMOS: Seen from behind a cage, the lion resembles a pussycat.
Me: So you’re gonna stay on?
WMOS: Knowing its fate, the salmon continues upstream.
Me: If you’re unhappy, quit!
WMOS: A tree uprooted leaves no soil.
Me: Don’t you have savings?
WMOS: The dandelion seeks help from the winds.
Me: I’m not loaning you any money!
WMOS: *silence
Me: *silence
WMOS: A steady stream rusts iron, kills fire, and splits stone.
Me: You’ve a plan? Let’s hear it.
WMOS: Hong Bao Draw.
Me: *silence
WMOS: The meek follow a different god.
Me: The fat bird won’t sing, so it blames the lousy branch.
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