Manifestations Of Youth.

I was too adamant when it comes to the issue.
And i did not persevere where it counts most.
Seriously need to purchase a strong jab of wisdom and change the course.
Deja vecu nearly pressing on the doorbell. totally undesirable.

Picture blog.

O Fortune,
like the moon
you are constantly changing,
ever growing and waning;
hateful life now oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate - monstrous and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain and always fades to nothing,
shadowed and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back to your villainy.

Fate, in health and virtue,
is against me
driven on and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me!

I am incorrigible.
Blame my sun sign trait for that.

I tip the cabby like i did in NYC, not a lot but uncommon here.

A childless man who suffered from cancer himself, taking care of a wife who is suffering from schizophrenia, depression and possibly womb tumor. A man who suffer the abuse of his own family members and hooligan brothers in-law because he never share his burden non that they will be able to help in matter of money as well. A man whom family allowance to his wife got diverted to her undergraduate children from her previous marriage. A man who rely on loansharks for medical treatment as there was no other measures. A man who eat only rice with gravy and water since he had already lose all sense of taste from chemotherapy. A man who simply hope he will survive his wife as there will be noone else to take care of her. A man who lament that he can only hope to live by the hours as tomorrow seem too far away for him. A man whose listening ear might only be the faceless passengers he pick up from all walks of life.

It makes one think what should be the proper focus, value of lost time wasted on senseless pleasures, and one’s purpose.

And I found myself getting dim witted…

I was just doing Liebestraum and it drifted between Rubinstein,Lin Yundi and LangLang.
The mood swing over to Air on G string and doing guitar more than violin.
Fast forward two centuries and i was a whiter shade of pale.
The whirlwind up there is getting too absurd for the right mind in two hours.

Calm,Focus,Priority
Distracted then it is back into the rabbit hole.

Three weeks, three countries, three painful blisters,
Many pictures, many hotels, many stories, many first times,
One tired body, one empty wallet, one more kilo in weight.
Home sweet home..

The stress level is much higher than coping with a tearing woman.
The play have shifted just like Moonlight sonata mvt 1 jumping to mvt3.
I can feel frequency of soul wave getting in snyc with flight of the bumble bee.
Argghh.. i wanna reach for the bottle at 1819..

Managed to came home early today and catch the ending part of today drama HealingHands.
Boey Lam was going about “Forever was not something he was confident of” and thus he lived life in the rotten old way.
To be confident and successful in everything yet lack of faith in maintaining relationship is just so soul wrenching.
To be pursuit everything else yet convert to be a avoider where it perhaps matter most.
If only someone is able to perform ablation on me.