I'm down with
cursed flu.
I really should not have allowed
Mr J to show up at work,
when he was down.
I should have put my foot down
and chased him home.
Damned, it ruined my weekend
with Ms X.
But at least,
I could see how Ms X,
tenderly cared for me,
feeding me with medicine,
and oatmeal cereal,
as I slumped into
a 19 hour sleep.
Mrs O sent me an SMS
said she was at a loss of words
reading my life experiences
on this blog.
Yeah, its true,
that my life is indeed
somewhat colourful.
I've been dealt with cards,
I didn't like.
But deal away Mister God,
for I am determined to play
Your cards,
best to my ability.
Even if I lose,
I have resolved,
to enjoy
this Game of Life,
nonetheless.
So show me Your Hand,
Mister God,
for I will play
Your Cards,
in ways
that You,
as my Creator
will be proud.
Speaking of which,
if my life
is a deck of cards,
then I think,
of my love life,
as just a book,
my book.
With each failed romance,
it is no more than
another chapter,
even if the book
has a bad ending,
I will enjoy
the reading part,
no more no less.
Just another chapter.
Some are more enjoyable
and meaningful
than the others.
Some, I can't wait
for the chapter to end,
sometimes more so.
Because,
with some humility,
EVERYONE I meet
in Life,
is my TEACHER.
