My secret weapon

Many say it's impossible.
Many say it's unfair.
Most say it's downright crazy.

Some say I have a choice to say no.
Others believe the choice is not mine to say so.

Though the truth is ... to stay strong and to soldier on,
I have a secret weapon.

It's in the welcoming arms I run back to at the end of the battle day.
It's in the cuddles I get lost in late at night.
It's the featherlight kisses waking me up early in the morning.
It's definitely the love I feel in my heart.

Thank you for being here.

For being my pillar of strength.
For being my reason to believe.
For being my secret weapon.

My 5 Love

You are my Who.
My What.
My When.
My Where.
My Why.

Thanks, WongFu Productions.

For this beautiful reminder.

Reminder

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Breathe.
Smile.
Fight on.
Never give up.

Fruity Fiasco

In my entire life, I have never met a more inefficient, incompetent, inadequate, indecisive bunch of folks. Someone aptly put it today "This has got to be seen to be believed".

You'd think a task this mammoth would go through detailed processes with clear direction for all parties involved. But nooooooooo.

The teams within the team do not seem to talk the same talk nor walk the same walk. Within a single day, plans can be drawn, slashed, redrawn, reslashed and redrawn again. Then start the following day on an empty sheet. It was amusing to watch from the sidelines in the beginning but now, the amusement has turned into irritation, annoyance and frustration.

If the worshipers out there know what I know and see what I've seen, I wonder if they will remain as loyal.

Gah.

Realizing Dreams

I smell it in the air.
I feel it in my bones.
I definitely know it in my heart.

That it's near.
It's here.

Just a breath away.

Fruity Fun

In the history of our partnership, we have never seen such intensity. Such mass. Such level of anticipation and apprehension. The buzz is exhilarating and scary at the same time. No one is supposed to talk about it, yet everyone knows all about it. A look exchanged here, a smile exchanged there ...and suddenly, the room gets all charged up.

It's madness personified.

Everyone asks me if I am stressed out. If I can cope with the excitement. How I manage to keep my head on my shoulders.

My answer is simple really.

"It's just a fruit"