Sunday, March 28, 2010

& home is the best place to be.

i'm really beginning to hate my job.

being what i am, i hate accommodating my superiors, and that's an issue in itself. and plus, i see no need to keep my mouth shut just because there are the "big shots" around.

the politics are so obvious a deaf and blind man could tell you it's wrong.

the customers are getting harder and harder to deal with.

the daily duties are becoming a pain in the ass.

i'm sick of seeing people who are unworthy of promotions moving higher up in rankings than those who earned it.

and of all these things, i can't be fucked to care about what other people say about me therefore i can't be fucked to listen to people telling me about how i should be careful about the things i say.

in short, i suppose that i'm simply dissatisfied about my job. that i can't find joy in what i'm doing and that i do not care to.

perhaps, (and i've lain awake hours thinking about this.) the problem is not with my job, but with my attitude. come to think about it, it's actually possible.

could something be wrong with me? the almighty RA?

ahh damn it. i'm wayyy too tired to think straight. g'night all.

Friday, March 26, 2010

champagne, ice, and strawberries.

i'm sorry wes, i should have been there to at very least say goodbye.
this is selfish, but i should have been there for you more.
whether or not if would have helped you,
because i would feel better knowing that i tried.
i'm sorry i didn't, wes, i'm sorry.

it just isn't fair.
you darling, of all people should have had a chance,
you should have seen what the world had to offer you.
before.

if anything could make me feel better?

oh,
world, hold on.

i just wish you don't have to go so soon.

Monday, March 15, 2010

if you're looking for comfort in the waiting room;

so it would seem, that i, the almighty ra, has lst all intrest in blogging about my not-so-uneventful life. dear readers (still in existence or not), you have all been misled.

dispense with the formalities of apologizing, shall we? the word sorry, seems to count for very little these days anyway.

frankly speaking, in the recent month, many things have been in motion for me. what should have been an enriching experience for me had somehow, in fact disinterested me in life and it's utter meaningless-ness.

for instance. my family has been, to say the least, ravaged by the very recent attack my father has suffered. blockage of the heart's major arteries could be explained by the faithful as a wake up call from god, or an attack by the devil. i however, deem it as the result of compulsive consumption of fried fatty substances and of course, years of incinerating cigarettes. (i see my demise approaching in a somewhat similar manner.)

family, what does that entail? blood ties? relationships forged over the years? emotional bridges built by sweat and tears? we'll come back to that.

or what about how my increasingly addictive relationship is rapidly disintegrating before my very eyes? ahh, a subject of debate now. man have asked the heavens countless times since the dawn of age, and now i question again:

what is love?

family, partners, friends. love. in many ways, love is simply a stronger version of "like", or can alternatively be explained as the direct opposite of hate. the two extremes produce similar reactions. quickening of the heartbeat, chills up and down your spine, your senses heightened so you can almost hear the hissing of blood flowing in your very veins. in other words, the increased awareness of the other party.

emotions induced can be so strong you feel your chest is going to burst, and you can hardly catch your breath. a beautiful, curious thing, no?

now the question is, if the two are so similar, and yet so different, then what lies between? you would have thought it would range from a fair scale, but you would be surprised, as i've found. i will spare the details, none too pleasant i might add.

on the flip side, i also feel somewhat enlightened. when i saw this, the burden that felt to me like the weight of the world was alleviated.

you see, the root of the problem, are feelings. a moment of utter joy could be snatched away by jealousy in an instant and in it's place will stand pain. fleeting. the concept is simple. you will not miss what you never had to begin with.

expectations. what we feel for others, we expect equal treatment. but in a world ruled by emotions, PERCEPTIONS, DOUBT and FEAR, it is near impossible.

the greater the fall.

i guess maybe,
i'm just one of those who has to keep falling
to learn how to stand taller the next time.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

you wouldn't have any idea of this pain.

我已經 已經把我傷口化作玫瑰
我的淚水 已經變成雨水早已輪迴
我已經 已經把對白留成了永遠
忘了天色 究竟是黑是灰

分手傷了誰 誰把它變美
我的眼淚寫成了詩 已無所謂
讓你再回味 字不醉人人自醉
因為回憶 總是美

我已經 已經把絕情變成了恭維
因為不配 你就忽然自卑說聲失陪
我已經 已經把沉默變成了懺悔
無路可退 只能無言以對

分手傷了誰 誰把它變美
我的眼淚寫成了詩一首 無所謂
讓你再回味 字不醉人人自醉
你的品味 總是美

if.