Misnomer not...

Looking at my posts recently, my blog's title seems so much a misnomer.
Life is beautiful.
What i wrote weren't about the beautiful things in life anymore.
Just my incessant complaints. I'm morphing into a creature i hate. The complain queen.
Ok, i'm gonna abdicate that throne. No takers please. I'll flush it down the bowl even if people offer a million for it. Eh i'm joking. Anyone who offers a million bucks to complain, i'll take whatever filthy verboseness that cascades my way. Haha.
But Life should be beautiful. And it should stay that way, in spite of the hiccups along the way.
I guess i haven't said this in a while, which i should more often: CHEERS, EVERYONE!
Now hold your champagne glasses up in the air and repeat after me: LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL!

I'm a warrior...

I'm a warrior. I'll put on a good fight. I will not let life get me down.
I'm a warrior. I'll pack a punch. I will be no pushover.
I'm a warrior. I'll keep the faith. I will fight for what is right.

Shut my mouth please. Shut my mouth. If i shoot my mouth off, i'll be dead.
Impetuosity, remain where you are. Any step closer, i'll be off the cliff.
I can't have you. At least not for now.
For there's a greater being called the BIG M that stands the way.
Patience, the understated virtue, be with me.
Hold me, guide me, but never control me.
Be with me, my compatriot.
Stay with me till i see the day.

In case you have no inkling of what i'm writing at all, it's just the mundane -- work.

Jaded...Ja..Ja..Jaded

The line from Aerosmith just kept looping in my mind. I don't know why. I think i've been gotten down by Life.
I didn't know that has been hovering around until i talked to Missy Rossalini that day when she uttered, "You sound so jaded." Talk about something seeping quietly into the system. I was alarmed by her remark. Helpless too, the same time.
I don't like the status quo. Something's gotta give. Either my idealism. My sanity. Or my money. Ha. If you know what i mean.
Do i sound like a cynic? I don't know. I seem to have lost myself. I'm not even half my previous self, i think.
What got me down, i can't say for sure. The bureaucratic giant machinery? The weakling in me? Or my life's just too good that i've forgotten how to appreciate when i have already?
May be everything. May be nothing.
Or maybe it's the lack of time for dancing and piano that i feel i've lost touch with the creative aspect in me. Operating like a pragmatic, methodical robot, I can't seem to feel anymore.
And that got me really scared. What is worse is i could sink into moodiness almost immediately when i'm alone after one bout of hearty laughter with friends.
But this holiday is a good break from it all. At least i get to psyche myself, to brace myself for what is to come next. And to change my perspectives towards things. Re-adjust my priorities.
Can't quite make sense of what i wrote. It's ok.
I'm worried for myself. I don't know if i should be. But I'm very clear what needs to be done. So i guess that's a good sign.
"Always look on the bright side of life...."

Return of the Innocence...

I woke up one morning and saw the sky.
It was coloured with hues of red, blue and yellow.
It was beautiful.
It put a smile on my face.
I marvelled at the picturesque sight.
The friendly giant, changing by the second, blossoming quietly.
Beautiful.

Clouds of animals. We've all heard about how only children can see them. When people grow up, they get buried in the flurried pace of life. In comes the money. Out goes the innocence. Out goes, too, the ability to see the animals.
Can you see the animals?

I'm finally seeing the light...for now

I've not blogged for so long that i almost forgot how to login to my blog. And what spurred me to write my first entry after so long?
A human beehive.
A permed head.
Slightly asymmetrical in nature.
One that is ordered. Neat. Stiff.
I almost burst out laughing when i saw it.
I mean, when do you get to see a mobile bee-hive? And up for close scrutiny? And with no bees surrounding it, circumventing any risk of getting stung?
Hardly! And i declared myself lucky for the day. Yes, even I couldn't believe how easy it was to humour myself. So easily satisfied.
So there i was, in a sprightly mood for the rest of the day as i enjoyed my first facial in ages.
It's the school holidays. Although i still have to go back to school, not having to wake up at an hour where u could hardly make sense of anything is a miracle drug that does wonders to annihilate my most feared and revered enemies: dark eye circles and fine lines.
Okay i'm joking. Who am i fooling? Annihilate. Hark!
But at least less obvious.
Age is apparently catching up. Those things on my face could hardly be mistaken for anything else but fine lines. Sigh.
And i'm sighted with a slight paunch too. Oh my goodness!!!
I've lost it.
I'm going to do my yoga now.