the man in the mirror

I know its inevitable, however it all came too soon, too soon in fact I just read the info on my friends' facebook account. And now even listening to Mr. Jackson's "Man in the mirror" brings shivers down my spine.

I may not be that big of a fan however growing up to his music makes me know him through the lyrics and melodies that he introduced to the world all over.

I remember getting a call from a customer who had problems with his broadband connections and pleaded that I make a way (meaning: move heaven and earth for that matter!~ ditto!) that I restore it in a flash 'cause he can't wait to read everything about Mr. Jackson and the 411 about his sudden death and that made me think, he made an impact to everyone (considering that my caller sounded like he was 5o++ y.o. over the phone)

And now the whole world mourns for his loss.

Mr. Jackson, you will be missed however your music would remain.

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the only MAN.

to the man who i grew up with.

the one who accepted me for what I am, never dared to question what I have become.

the one who has nurtured my immaturity and opened my eyes to the harsh reality that making money is not an easy job but rather one that requires blood sweat and tears,.. and err a million complaining.

he who I look up to despite some of his crazy ways.

the one who taught me that life and love is sometimes unfair and as hard as a rock.



happy father's day dad.

HOPEFULL.....

Well, I gambled again. Walked up like a man and straight to a date. Needless to say I again pranced around town, trying to keep to conversation up and running and both ways working, All together while keeping my heart on my sleeve and trying to avoid one or two disasters because truth be told I am rather clumsy at times... err... almost every single day of my existence. I went out and thought to myself If I never get out and put myself in the market well I'd get stale and never be sold.

And at this time I was thinking of fairy tales and mixing them up like a summer cocktail and ask myself.

What if the king and queen had invited the evil witch at sleeping beauty's christening?... would she be in the losers table?... and if she was would she still put a curse on the princess?

If Snow white's evil step mother had gone to one of those cosmetic surgeons in Beverly hills or at least had one of her mistresses in waiting inject botox every fortnight, would she still want to kill snow white?...

I cringed and laugh to myself. I know I'm a little twisted. And lonely. And I Hope he could read my mind, it would ask him... : if you need to be loved, here I am. read my mind....


I hope he does. And I am wishing.

No, still hanging on that faint glimmer of hope.

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my anima mundi

Its been a while. It has been, and i think its time to move on. I need a rehab, i need to unload all the excess baggage i have and start a new, not that i will be loading new ones but just taking everything in stride. i just want to run away from it all.

how hard is it to wake up with someone who treasures and likes you as you are, not minding the way you look when you wake up in the morning or the way you snore at night?... I mean that's not a herculean task at hand.

how hard can it be to find a soul mate?...

Or maybe I have met him and i just did not notice.