positivity

I like to read, but most of the time, the things you get to read in papers are news that knocks your day of course. if you get my drift... I never got used to reading news papers. I've been browsing a lot of blogs lately. I like to read stuffs that actually make you feel good. blogs that embraces a life that, most of the time, people take for granted. sadly though, not a lot of blogs celebrate life. it's usually gothic and dark... I have nothing agianst goth or darkness. in fact, I use to see the world in that same dark and mysterious place. I used to think it was too cool to sob on the worthlessness of everything my life could offer. sooner or later though, an uncle introduced me to his friend, the real world. I found out two months later that the world I had trapped myself in was much like what was out there. everything sucks.

that got me thinking. is everything in this world really that depressing? children running around on the filthy streets of what used to be a beautiful haven, clenched fists of two grown men who used to be friends, shotgun shells resting on the floor of the gutter in hopes that it won't be used again, a blood-stained rim and hood of brand new luxury car...

no... it's not that bad... in fact, it's beautiful... kids waking up every morning and running around the streets naked, poor, but glad to be alive and glad to have the family they had... clenched fists of two grown men open up to accept the hand shake of a friend they bought missed... shotgun shells that lay on the gutter that was fired as a warning shot to ward off an assailant... a blood hood of a luxury car that was used to deliver a dying man to hospital to be saved...

life is not all bad... sometimes you just need to see the better of it... don't wish to die because of a love life gone waste... rejoice to the memory of a love shared... don't wish to crumble at stress... marvel at the joys that the friend's effort to help... wake up and appreciate the sun shine... move up to the ladder of life and see the glamour that it provides... good home... good family... good friends... and finally... a silent, solitary room in your essence that contains the thing that makes you love, that makes you cry, that makes you smile...

everything's a game... sort of...

in light of the world cup's current hype, I have recently concluded that life is just like a soccer match between two championship caliber teams. after the hard fought minutes each half the players struggle to find the goal. at some point luck takes the front seat and drives the entire team to score its first goal. a goal that was well earned by the team who's passion shows the most. in the end when you look at the score board you see a 2-0 lead by the winning team. perhaps the 0 can be accounted for by the sound defence of the opposing team, but at some point you'll think... maybe it's just because luck was never on the lossing side's back.

life... it's like that. sometimes you score and get the breaks, sometimes you eat dirt and feel like shit. maybe it's because of the effort you put into everything or maybe lady luck was beside you all the way. but no matter how you look at it, if you want that goal you just have to keep kicking that ball... and maybe hope for a little luck...

black spots - cold streets legend

I had never believed in superstition or anything of the unsual before. my belief was simple, If it made the paper it was to be believed. although you still had to look at the facts. but the point was they were more or less close to what was real. unlike those myths that continue to circulate about ghost, ghouls, and monsters. I never believed those. my name is kenny by the way. I've been raised by a family of lawyers. you can pretty much bet they were as logical as they can get. maybe that's why I never got the habit of believing what was said and never actually seen. this was me all my life, but not until recently. this is how the story goes.

it was on a friday. I had just left the hot spot we were in because it was getting too crowded for my taste. on my way to our gate I had heard footsteps from behind me. I looked back but noone was there.
before I got in the house, I decided I'd smoke a stick first. then I remembered the old legend that used to circulate in the nieghborhood. they said that a man was seen every evening grabbing any person that comes across him. they said he usually appeared round 11:00pm to 2:00am. I felt a smirk form on my face.

"yeah right." I had told myself with sarcasm.

Not a moment too soon a man came to me and asked for the time. He startled me to tell you the truth. it was as if he came out from the shadows, but I chose not too think that the man's sudden appearance was something out of the ordinary.

"11:30" I told him.

"thanks." he said and smiled politely at me.
(to be continued)