Starcraft 2 ...

This is the best ever representation of the StarCraft mania.
We are mad ... madly in love with you.

I am few but ...

I am few
I am few but it is my everything
They say it's not the quantity but the quality that counts.
But should that be the case.
Why does the good suffer so?
Faith it seems is in short supply.
Goodness is all but gone from this race.
Yet still I want to believe.
Believe that there is still hope yet.
Should I lose that strength to go on
He keeps me going
When we have nothing left to loose
That we become air
It is the only thing left to my grasp
So I am few but it is everything
So say we all

Is been a while since I posted poems.
So here is one.
Wrote it this morning when I was coming to work.

Dell Streak ...

I am currently thinking about going into the android market.
Having a few ideas on application that can be beneficial in the working environment.
Tools basically for people like sales and marketing or Resource management agents.

The 10" iPads might seem to be a better alternative but their submission process is making me think twice about the whole thing.

Android on the other hand allows a lot of "private" applications to be installed onto its device which contributes to better flexibility in which solutions can be implemented in the private sectors.

So why the Dell Streak?
Mainly because of the size.
The 5" screen is just nice for a usable handheld device that allows complex application to run without running of screen real estate.

All things said, it will not be anytime soon that I venture into this particular development segment.

On a personal note, the dell streak might be a good contender in replacing my aging X51V. As for it being a replacement as my daily mobile phone, that might not happen mainly due to my phobia of PDA phones.

But who knows, right?
I might just end up getting a Samsung Galaxy Tab instead ... :)

What we talk about ...

My wife and I were talking the other day about my personal fetishes.
To be specific, things that I enjoy visually.

I told her simply, I like looking at woman breast.
It doesn't matter if they are big, small or tiny.
I enjoy the way they are enclosed within their brassier, giving out the aura of mystery and intrigue.

She was a little taken back when I explained to her that I have always enjoyed the form a woman's breast, maybe because she is not as endowed in the chest area.

Asking me if I like breast so much, why did I choose her?

Then I told her, I enjoy looking at them, but it doesn't mean that it's the only thing I have in my mind.

To me, a woman's breast is like art.
It is something that I attach with beauty and grace.

Plus, I am very much happy with what I see with her, so it's not really the size that matters, it's the entire package as a whole.

She was satisfied with the answer, I think, because love making ensued after the conversation.

I must have be doing something right these days.

Step 1 ...

I had imagined myself to be made of sturdier stuff.

But reality seldom agrees with what my mind thinks it should be.

Health have been going up and down for the last few years.

I get sick.

I get better.

I get sick again.

The cycle continues like clockwork.

And its tiring.

I am not as naive as to think that I can keep this up forever.

And I am not sure how long that I can even if I want to.

There is also the issue where it's not physically that I am feeling tired, my mind is consistently complaining that I am pushing myself too hard. I would disagree with its prognosis but they ignore me like everything else in this world.

Been trying so hard to find a place to gather my thoughts.

To sit down and not feel pushed forward without control.

Have told my love that I might need to quit and rest for a while. But its only preliminary and I am not sure if it's the right thing to do either.

Rash decisions have a way of coming back to kick ones balls when they least expect it.

I am a simple man ...

It's not too far fetch to say that I am a man of predictable nature.
I like reading.
I like writing.
I like the female kind in general.
I like living simple.

It's really not hard to peg me down at all.

Yet, again and again, I find myself needing to explain myself to people about the things that I do and the decisions that I make.

For instance, my wife asked me what I see in her. Again.

As always I told her that I see her. Period.

She says to be specific.
I told her I am BEING specific.

But she does not see what I see and thinks that I am dancing around the question.

So I told her that I see HER. One word.
All of her.
The good.
The bad.
The beauty.
The ugly.
Everything.

Then her questions starts repeating itself again.
What do I see?

Thus so I changed my words a bit but in essence mean the same thing.

I see the light of the early morning.
The soft scent of fresh bake bread.
I hear the laughter of children playing.
The warmth feeling of the morning sun.
I am simply happy.

Yet persist she asks again.
What do I see?

Again I try to tell her the same thing but with new words.

I see the reason I am breathing.
The light that guides me in darkness.
The love of my life.

This answer seem to please her some but still she ask the question.
What do I see?

So this time I took a little more time to answer.
I have said all that I can and meant all of it.
What more can I do to make her understand?

Thus instead of uttering another word.

I took her in my arms.
Kissed her with all my heart and passion.
Pouring my soul into the kiss.

When it finally ended an eternity later, I told her this.

"I love you. That is all that I see and will ever see."

And kissed her again without waiting for her answer.

I am just a simple man after all.

Smile.Be.Happy.

7 days have passed since my last post.
1 week.
What can happen in 1 week.
Apparently plenty.

I woke up one sunday morning and realized something important.
Something I forgot that I should have remembered.
And thanks to my wonderful wife, I noticed it again.

What is that you ask?
Is it something special?
Something of utmost importance?

The answer is yes.
Yes it is.

I realized that I forgot to be happy.
I forgot that I am actually happy.
And that I am happy that I am happy.
Because of that, everything seems to make more sense to me again.

What actually happen that sunday morning?

Simple.

I made passionate love to my love of life.
What do you think happend?