Good news doesn't come banging at my door. If there's something good in goodness, then it's the opportunity to make one. Deciding to ditch my old self is like teaching a roughed and tumbled stray dog some domesticating. But the good news in that, are a.) i'm good with learning, though dumb at times, and b.) i'm no stray dog.
So my rolled up sleeve will go bye-bye, and i'll be taking a bath with with my own stinking sweat(no pun intended here), ala Benedictine discipline if you may. But of course, nothing is what it seems here. Well if we just burn our arse-s like some monochromatic-programmed machines, then we should be called bio-robots right? I think the better understanding would be, finding the bliss in the rut, hiding under nirvana tree while the storm surges. Remember Makonochi(hehe... anime' anyone?), broken teeth, an even uglier eye socket, but still finds that crooked smile while charging on. I'm starting to see a bit of that light now. It's not the fear of getting koed with face kissing life's downthrodded canvasse. Masse - it's about not fearing at all, heck not thinking about fearing(at all -- if it's possible).
Thanks to some unconventional brand theme, JUST DO IT! or better yet, IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.
Whoa 2011, it's Onse's year.
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