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Karaoke Buddha

Yes, it is a funny sight, this Buddha wielding Karaoke Microphone.

But on second thought, don’t you agree that adventure only comes when you step out of your comfort zone and be outrageous, courageous and do something new, feel the adrenaline and go on an adventure?

Be brave.

Take the plunge.

Anything goes.

魔

I’ve been an angry person almost the entire week at work.

A complete monster by my standards (though many would think otherwise).

I fathom its the result of a surreal mix of several factors that caused the upset – loads of exhaustion, unnecessary judgements, being the receiving end of manipulative politics, indignant and somewhat condescending remarks, unappreciative personals and an overall bleak and uncertain outlook…

Just when I thought I finally glimpsed the light at the end of the tunnel, there comes a massive power outage; blackout and confusion.

I’ve always been hot-headed.

I possess a temper that I thought I’ve so-far managed to keep in check and replace with calm and cool. Yet at times like this, the monster just spirals out of control and I secretly fear I might loose it and do something I’ll regret once I cool down five minutes later.

I’m not Buddha on the Mountain. I’m more like a Mogwai.

So I’ve dedicated this long weekend to cooling down and getting my feet back on the ground. It’s certainly apt that it’s been cloudy and raining since the morning.

I need to mend.

There’s a long list of inexplicable things we do just simply because it feels right at the moment. We’re all probably better classified as ‘Suckers for Pain’, needing to feel the prick and pain to reassure us that we’re alive, we’re creating, we’re contributing…

If not, why would we choose stay in situations that are obviously draining and painful? (Reason other than we lacked the guts to leave.)

Occasionally, shyt happens (in the work place).

Many a time I feel like I’m the goose that’s being reared for foie gras.

I get so many things shoved down my throat that I choke, sputter and gasp for air. I’m almost certain I’m going to implode but it never happens.

More often than not, I behave like a naive little toddler, dolling out tidbits of patience to a pool full of piranhas. Even when I run out of grub, the beasts will gnaw at my fingers, toes and limbs till I’m a fraction of I used to be and perhaps better off dead.

Even the best engine is not meant to run non-stop.

Even the world’s best surfer will not be able to continue riding wave, after wave, after wave, like a never ending story.

I can usually keep my cool. Although occasionally I’ll reach my limit and like what happens in computer games, go berserk and be an utter bitch, destroying all that so much as dare rest a toe across my path.

True Story

It’s a cyclical process – Run, Fall, Bounce Back.

We’re all stronger than we think but weaker than we look.