SAVE IT FOR THE MASSES°

Thanks to her.

As we all know men in general are not creative at planning outings/dates. As mentioned before we (men) naturally submit to familiarity or complacency (choose which adjective fits best).  We tend to recycle date spots or re-use completely successful concepts for dates and outings. If we try and think of new “exciting” ideas, it will be a failed attempt. Naturally.

This is her idea. But, of course.

Fake sunflower installation

The start of the walk of hell. It was humid. Sue me for over dramatizing.

The beautiful sunset. And the cool air begins.

What’s this? Sopranos in the park?…

It says Chopin recital but there were only two actual pieces of it.

We were far far away from the stage.

Finale. The end. Worth every minute. Thanks to her, of course.

Live within your reserve
of Patience & Courage,
to a definitely chartered plan -
asking no approval or praise,
and don’t tire and complain.
Set your chart for home
steadfastly, creating only
good karma, let the past
solve its own.

Another great production from Wongfu. Link Credit: T

The link.

I don’t ever think much about techie stuff now. I break and wear tech stuff out and I don’t think that will change. Been wanting a new camera but i figured i could try my hand at some mini movies or podcasts and they come highly recommended by seasoned Youtubers. So yeah. A man can always dream can he?

Sometimes it’s difficult to not look at things in a light manner when things are not going smooth. I, for one, am not the sort to look depressed or terribly affected. But of course it changes when it’s under the surface. It’s like ducks on water. My other name is Crash Test Dummy. Over time, I have earned the right to adopt that namesake.

Faith.

Just a simple word. I have no art of defense against dark magic. I have none. But this word I have kept close to me all these years. Good or bad. Sometimes it fails me and sometimes it kinda just amazes and overwhelms  me. Mostly it just keeps me from ripping my head off. But I have people in my life, my lifelines, who have always been there for me through the times. You know who you are. I am grateful, eternally and then some.

Blessed.

There have been numerous times I would have likely be found with a noose around my neck tied with shoe strings. Unfortunately my shoes all stink. I have but one Adidas pair that I so dearly love and would unlikely to be found dead with a load in the pants to boot. I don’t want to have it tied around my my d*ck too. And in a closet. No offence, Carradine. Shit happens.

Fight.

And fight I must. Against the tides in my life, mostly. I have not swum in like what, 2 years. Yet I believe some day salvation will arrive. Tenacity is not my forte but I have been known to stick it out in the trenches. And that’s perhaps is the key to my survival. The ability to just keep my head above water, albeit, barely.

Belief.

To continue to keep things going even at a snail’s pace. Not to rise ostensibly but just to keep things afloat. My dreams, my desires and my wants have always lay hidden under words like priorities, urgency, responsiveness, and my favourite phrase “oh grow up, will ya”. I seem to be in chin deep  most of the time. In all fairness there’s a method to the madness, I tell you. To me, equilibrium is always key.

Balance.

Balancing on a tightrope with porcelain plates on a stick while wearing a tutu whilst holding on to a ridiculously small umbrella is usually what I have to deal with. I know there can’t possibily be a safety net all the time below me. But when I am out there and it’s visible, I am comforted and I thank God for the leg up through gestures and presence of those that matter.

With patience and under great odds, something will come out of this. My time will come. And when it does I will grab it by its balls and squeeze them and will hold on it while I reach into my pockets and fish out a crumpled note of who I need to thank. *feel free to cue the STFU and get off the stage music*

Until then. I will try not to swallow too much water.

Yeap reasons for being MIA can be explained. Laziness.

Everyone should have a IMAX projector in their homes. Amazing.