Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Being bad

No one is born bad. They just get sidetracked and distracted along the way and become everything they are not meant to be.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

It's what you wanted

You chose this life.
No matter how difficult
it must seem now,
you must try to remember
why you chose this life.
Before time,
before you were even born,
you already knew
you chose this life
because you wanted
something out of it.
All you have to do is
to try and remember
why you chose it
and then go on with your life.
You will achieve nothing
and feel nothing
if you choose to forget.
Once you can overcome this fear,
you will be able to
understand the situation,
unravel the complexities,
endure unbearable pain,
realize your dream
and love beyond limitations
and you will be
among those who know.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

The year that was...

It was the 31st of December 2006 when the bash went awry. Everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong right from the beginning. Bands and performers cancelled last minute, some were not punctual, a partner pulled out, the printing was delayed, promises to support were broken, disappointed and angry patrons walked out, missing the countdown and a whole lot of agitation shook the ground we stood on. To the minds and eyes of many, everything was a failure. The kind of failure to black mark a diary or journal or blog, but not for me.

Being the creature of observation that I am, I saw a different perspective between the mess and chaos. Friends who were not involved with the organization emerged to help in whatever ways they could. They stood on the steps and walkway to invite potential clients to walk into the Carnival for a great time to end the year. The party also lead Edwin and I to find the accessory shop that sold everything we wanted at a reasonable price, Rachel said it was the best time of her life for 2006, the magic of the night gave some of the Piccolo workers a wonderful night to remember, a couple of elderly men had a memorable experience which made them feel young again, friendships were bonded, true colors were illuminated and most of all love was shared.

The only thing that warranted the party a failure was the inability to make it profitable, otherwise the getting together was the best thing that could ever happen to anyone because that was the truest form of success.

To those who were there and to those who weren't there, someone gave us a chance to be a part of it. If it weren't for them, there would be no blog like this and a lot more. For Jas and Nikki, thank you for this terribly adventurous journey. The night is still young...