Rain

Here I stand, hands in pocket, waiting for the Moon to show. Expecting as it came yesterday, bright and cheerful, shimmering amongst a sea of black. Moon would call, and I would come. Once, Moon and I went to a place we've never been, of plains and trees and tranquil. Then I knew we were never to part. I belong to her.

Then a Star came, shining brighter than most of the other stars. Star took the Moon away. They belong to each other.

I no longer see the Moon but I know it's there and it will never go away. Sometimes I find myself waiting in the dark, yet I know Moon will never come. But Moon will never be gone.

My Reason is You

Watching the new Bridget Jones Diary movie, I spent almost every moment in frustration, torment, bitter agony. It's not that it's bad, I've just lost all possibilities to appreciate any love story. Some may react: Oh, this man is so horrible to say such things! You'll get to know the feeling when your soulmate and the one you're destined to be with is marrying someone else. You get that premonition you'll be miserably lonely for the rest of your life. My lovelife is a f*cked up fairy tale.

If you're feeling down after reading that, you're taking it the wrong way. You should be thankful someone else is farther down the sh*thole.

I always get on a spending binge after a heartbreak; more pain, more buying. Better start saving up, this one's going to knock the bells off a few cash registers.

Quote of the Day

I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.
I will persist until I succeed.
Henceforth, I will consider each day’s effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak. The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble. So it will be with my efforts of today.
I will be liken to the rain drop which washes away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.
I will persist until I succeed.

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