Calmness after storm

Last two weeks had drained every single bit of energy from my body with storyteller shadow. The early mornings spent working and late nights spent hanging out with gang must have given me a promotion of at least one or two more wrinkles...darker eye rings...

The departure of terrapin puppet theatre sort of released me from this tight schedule a lil bit but still gonna burn my saturdays for at least 3 consecutive weeks. nabeh..

Have been clearing my off in lieus with nakamas in sentosa this week was really good..after a nice and comfotable sun baking morning, we headed on to ikea for swedish meatball and hotdogs!! (rewind...we had breakfast at 8ish at seah im hawker..fucking proud of bruce!!) And following that chill at queensway shopping centre for shoe hunting, didn't really buy the capoeira shoe i was eyeing for but got myself a nice charismatic berms...cool stuff, totally. The cap is too darn tempting..hmmmm, maybe...

Another stupid weekend burnt this week with fantasmagoria on sat till late and then theatre interactive at labrador park on Sunday afternoon. Dear Lord, i am coming to Church this week, woohoooooooooooo...

Emotional department: Dry. Concluded..

Not a good sign..growing fatter each day....prepare urself for a lean mean fighting machine..January!

God bless the world,

joe

Happy Sad Man

Was at zouk with Jackass and Eugene with some of his other friends. Man was that boy drunk...after forcing down endless stream of long isl tea and graveyard down hia throat. He turned psychotic with murderous intent on the dance floor...a beast??

Anyway, my pissed drunk nakama finally got knocked out by the alcohol and started crying, well as his regular nick suggest, a happy sad man? I reflected over a cigarette from Eugene about how depressant heightens up emotion in people. I just hope that the tears would ease a wound in my friend's heart and soul...maybe its regret(s) ...remorse...or can be other things of course. But in this new year of his life, I genuinely hope he be a Happy Man..and not sad anymore.

What am I when I'm drunk, smiling or crying? Screaming or singing...? Life is a story, to me, and the treacheries one faces becomes mere memories for the next moon. Feel it but not feel too much? Learn to let go when it gets too hot to hold on to? To fully grasp the balance in life is tough and we can only walk and allow ourselves to fall when we need to, hopefully with angels from God to cushion our fall.

Love you Father, forgive us of our trespasses. Thank you for preserving our life and grant us your blessings in our family, health, work and most of all, spiritual refinement.
In Jesus name, amen.

joe