Paulo Coelho - A Master in His Own Right

"You're a man in the most beautiful intense sense of the word."

- Coelho, Paulo 11 MInutes -

When I had nothing to lose,
I had everything
When I stopped being who I am,
I found myself.

- Coelho, Paulo 11 MInutes -

Desire is not what you see but what you imagine

- Coelho, Paulo 11 MInutes -

"He is seeing my soul, my fears, my fragility, my inability to deal with a world which I pretend to master, but which I know nothing."

- Coelho, Paulo 11 MInutes -

No one loses anyone
Because No one owns anyone

- Coelho, Paulo 11 MInutes -

Monday Nights

Desperate Housewives triumphs over Sex and the City, hands down.

Overhaul in Diaryland. Hence this entry.

The existence of my blog (I believe its been 2 years now), has lately become a tacit right for the unknown (Read: Strangers to me) to transcend into the realm of my ambiguities.

It awed me to no end that the mediocrity of this insignificance has its name (Read: URL) appearing on browsers of others. Many of whom I haven't the faintest idea who, much less shared a hot cuppa with.

And what's with those hate tags and death threats, I'm beginning to feel like a celebrity. What an indescribable feeling! (My head is getting too big to fit the door)

And that leads me to ponder, whatever happen to oblivion?

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose

- Five For Fighting, 100 years -

But what if you're not 15 anymore?

What would you do when you find yourself awake in moments where consciousness bites?

Even heroes have the right to bleed.

The story thus far...

Its the 12th day of the new year and till date, I've yet to wish anyone A Happy New Year. Simply because, the New Year (as in 1st Jan 2005) was a day that I didn't want to remember. (No prizes for guessing why)

No doubt, I've started this brand new year on a bad foot but I've since pick myself up and restart this year on the other foot (right foot, this time).

I'm blessed that God has,for almost (insert age here) years, given me a chance to live. As mentioned earlier in one my entries (eons ago), I was a strong believer in counting my blessings. I still am.

2004 started on a low key and ended with somewhat a bang. I've gain friends, lost none(thank gawd!!), gain weight n lost some n gain them back, hurt some, love some, hurt me, love me... etc etc

But at the end of the day, as my scars heal, 2004 is but only a phase in my life - my battlefield. I've won some. I've lost some. (But I've since gotten them all back)

Just for the heck of it, these are the things I did in the past One year.

(1) Chopped off my long tresses. (Ain't regretting it. Yet.)

(2) Chose love over money.

(3) Left my job

(4) Fell in love with subtler sounds of music (Read: Keane, Cullumn, Sinatra, Groban). (I was and still am a self-confessed rawk addict)

(5) More importantly, I've learn to be more tolerable. (A friend says that this comes with age)

I've zilch resolutions for this year. But I've got a truckload of things to look forward to. One of which will be transcending to a different phase in my life. Its about time. It has been a long, tiring yet fruitful 13 years. I've paid my dues (Read: fees) and I shall reap what I've sow. Pass me my cert, please.

I'll end here. For now. Happy New Year.

Keep Away

When I'm indifferent (its rare), I see everything in shades of grey. So it doesnt matter what I'm wearing, even if it means pairing red suede shoes with a yellow poncho, it will still blend.

At that state of mind, I would think of nothing but my vow of (unintended) celibacy. Any attempt of human contact would be dangerous though I swear I don't have a gun. (They seem to think I do)

So should you see a 5 ft 5 lady in a yellow hood and red boots (I think I resembles Ronald), walking all alone in town, (or anywhere for that matter) please... Keep your distance.

Any degree of proximity (be it humans' or feline's) will drive me to slay with pellet guns. (Since I don't own a real one)

Hi

Welcome to ma world.