Sunday, May 31, 2009

The 3Is

Integrity
Intellect
Inspirational

Saturday, May 30, 2009

He walks the highstreet, lost in his thoughts, not paying attention to happiness peddled as wares money can buy, on display. Signs of success. Signs of wealth. Signs of good taste. Whatever it may be. Yes, he does enjoy indulging in the finer things in life but not to that extent. Guilt rages sometimes.

Two worlds colliding. A man from a very different start hurtled into impending 'success' in a world different from his. And the insecurities crept in. The burning ambition to move on and the solid confidence still displayed but he knows it's not an even playing field. He knows he is being judged and questions are asked of him. He knows it's a constant uphill battle. And he too constantly ask what 'success' actually is. Could it be a trap?

He is proud of who he is. He knows his shortcomings and he knows it's a long road ahead. He is thankful for all whom have touched his life and brought him wisdom. Remember, a class act is one who treats people well and with respect, a wise woman told him, money can't buy you class. Those words he brings with him. But he knows he hasn't been a class act all the time. And he needs to fix that.

He is afraid of falling. And letting the two worlds collide. Sure, all will be nice and rosy initially. But realities, stark realities may set in and cause untold turmoil. Can he offer what the other world wants? Or perhaps a brand new story would be woven?

Does he or does he not?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Wishing Myself All The Best

Here we go again. 3.5 hours of reading and mostly writing. This better be the last time. Must not let curved balls send me off tangent again.

Do it Resurrected style - calm, chill, collected, concise and confidently winging it =D

Sunday, May 17, 2009

What separates the great from the good?

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Wishes

She sat at the left hand side corner, a discreet corner at the end of the restaurant, reading the latest Vogue, waiting. He was slightly late, as he took his chances to get a spot near the restaurant. And he gave up, deciding to park at the usual well-lit shopping arcade carpark. "Oh she's here" as he passed her car in the carpark.

"I like the latest free magazines here but the other branch has more magazines =)," she says. Knowing full well that would elicit rolling eyes from him.

"Is the breakfast set any good?"

"Not really but I couldn't think of anything else. Plus, if you add the orange juice and coffee, it's already 21 bucks. So at 28 bucks, it's value for money" As if on a cue, he rolled his eyes again.

"Oh it still comes with mushrooms!"

"Here you go, Little Miss Sunshine. As I promised. Only 1 left"

"Oh! Do people collect these" "Hmm is this the actual one you really wanted to get me," gesturing at Little Miss Stubborn.

The conversation flowed as usual. And the topic we avoided for the first 30 minutes came up.

"I haven't decided"

"Decide based on facts, since you now have 2 opinions"

"I think I should get a 3rd opinion. Tiebreaker"

"Like some reality TV show?"

"2nd opinion says why put your body through that if it's not necessary. 1st opinion says you would need to do it eventually"

"Get a third opinion then"

"I need a break"

"Not this way!"

"I have so many DVDs and chocolates and now a book and DVDs from you!"

"Please don't decide based on that!"

"Why do guys want girls to go for Brazilian? A friend who was getting married wanted to do that and I was like, shouldn't he accept the way you are? Perhaps it's more hygienic"

"Well, he would have known how she was like anyway."

"Are you assuming everyone has done it before their wedding?"

He was caught offguard, flustered. She must have noticed.

"I know some who did not. Anyway, it's more for vanity. I assume it's from the fact that people wanted to wear bikinis in Rio" he said

"Yeah but wouldn't it be better all natural"

"I think this conversation should stop" He may have stumbled upon a prude.

Two presumed competitor turned friends. He thinks she should not do it. He hope she does not, and she should just monitor the situation every few months.

He walked her to the threading salon. As usual, she's going to force her way even though they said they were busy. They spoke about men and manicure, how he loves the sun and she hates. He reminded her to use facts. And they parted ways for the day.

He hopes to see her very soon, and not her clad in a hospital gown.

The Time Has Come

Even though it's nice to be the one with the bright potential, it's time he turns himself into the formidable one.

How does he get there?

Friday, May 08, 2009

Addiction

Suddenly, it all turned quiet. The devices stopped buzzing. The phonecalls no longer constant. Ah, such bliss suddenly, yet so eerily silent. He is beginning to think he is too addicted to it all. The rush. The adrenaline. He did not stop, even with scanty sleep and unfocused demands. He focused it, He made it work. He rushed. He stayed calm. I solved. Modus operandi of the Resurrected one includes leave no one behind.

I wonder what my partner in crime is up to, now that we are apart for a few weeks, with no real work at hand.

Such is the life of the slave (some say the slave driver). He's now lost.

Bases

In the course of a conversation with my now close buddy, I suddenly blurted that I shall decide proceed with proposed acquisition if
1) Nothing happens by 30th June; and
2) I see a number >50% (59% to be precise, but I am being realistic yet setting a high bar)

Deep down, I am hoping for only 2) to happen. Which also means, I don't really want to proceed (proceeding entails both criteria)

=P

I have no basis whatsoever, just greedy.

Friday, May 01, 2009

She asked if he was mad.
He said yes, mad about you.