I squeeze smiles out of you!

Saturday, June 17, 2006
3:32 am

First you get yourself embarked on an ambitious route, taking charge of many things at once. You then get them done quick and well. You don't really know how and why, yet you go on all the same.

Watching the World Cup is soon gonna be within my reach- no matter what. Kudos to Soccernet thus far.
And another Malaysia eating roadtrip's gonna happen again- this time, with ME around instead.
Ah, my petulance.

Can't stop getting it outta my head...something's coming back to haunt.
Have I blindly psyched myself up?

People can see it. Some still can't.
Does hionging make sense in The Truman Show?

Health= correct amount and quality of food and sleep. I'm guilty.
Self= being everything that one can offer at any one time. I slouch.
My familiar habits are all slipping away now.
My ultimate compass has me losing sight of it.
Am I really all set for this course?

The onset of the reignited BSB craze and pertinent issues like level of connectivity.
The presage of being labelled the antagonist in a wide spectrum of scenarios.
The onslaught of all disillusionment in the fight for a retention of my true qualities.
The preemptive deterring of the child-like attitude and power I have lately exuded.
I've been demanded of Acceptance in larger quantities and in broader varieties.

All in all, my my....
I've never ever missed out on premature deliveries or overdue postmortems.
But more often than not I'm just coming close to falling short and fooling myself.

The responsibility of commitment and the capability to manage- are but mere hurdles;
My high jumps and pole vaults have yet to make their grand appearances.

I can never cling onto and depend on things that are tangible and visible.
And even to choose among all things not seen or heard of, I have to be selective.

My limits are demarcated by whatever my focus is directed at.
SO GOD...

I will help You get myself over my myopic and needy cries; I will choose to be lured by You out of my irrational and prodigal revelries; may You and I reason through my warped and mismanaged tendencies; and may You collaborate with the me that has been making poisoned and awry choices.

Help me revolutionalize all I've ever stood for and align them to ME, for YOU.
I can't say I have been uncomfortable at all by asking these things; but my perception and resolve is that nothing works between a living, breathing duo- if only one does all the work.

And so/but I maintain,
"How could I ever run away from the place where I have once tasted the good fruit?"

My concern is that you get that concern(...).

doodled
XD