Dodgeball

The game of Dodgeball is like the game of life. They throw balls at you, you dodge it, sometimes catch it, and at some point, get hit by one. Like when life throws you a problem.

In life's version of Dodgeball, instead of balls, problems are thrown at you. And for some reason we are obligated to catch it. Problems are meant to be caught. You can't dodge the balls forever. You can't win without getting hit by one.

Like the game of Dodgeball, you never know when the balls are going to be thrown at you. But the thing is we know that it's coming towards us. Strategically, when you dodge a ball, you get to be the number one target at some point. That's when you disregard a problem, it gets worse. More and more balls are thrown at you and you will have a hard time throwing it all back.

In Dodgeball, when you get hit, you're out of the game, right? In life's version, it means you've been blinded or you've simply disregarded the problem. Like the concept of dodging problems, getting hit by one means that you've been stupid lately. How can you not see that coming? But it doesn't mean you're out of the game. It means you've got to pick up that ball!

When you catch a ball, you've got to throw it back, right? We got to give back the problem to life and tell that we've got the solution. It's easy when you're only holding one ball but if you caught too much, you can't throw it all at the same time, right? You've got to take time and throw the balls one by one. As for the dodgers and the hit people, you've got to pick it all up and throw it back with a solution. Take your time, you can't rush these kinds of stuff.

The worst things in life come free to us. Sometimes, they hit you softly. Sometimes, they hit you straight into the face. You've got to solve and get the best things out of each ball. Even though you've got a price to pay, no matter what size, at least you know it's worth it.

-The Rusty Weatherman 29/01/13

Still stuck on one of those daydreams..

-The Rusty Weatherman 29/01/13

A Table for Two

Love doesn't workout with reservations and "first-come-first-served"'s. It works out if you have the guts to step out of the line and go for it. It works out when you're aware that your ego's on the line, your emotional status is on the line, your reputation's on the line, but still you give up your whole plate. The thing is you don't know how to work it out when it all goes to the highest bidder. The feeling sucks.

Just lately, my crush for two years was asked for prom by the person she likes. Obviously, she said yes. I felt happy for them, but deep, deep inside I was crying. I've put loads of effort just so she could catch my attention. It's like I gave up a whole year's worth of food in exchange for a midnight snack. But then I knew she would be happier if she were to be with him. That's the true meaning of love: sacrifice.

-The Rusty Weatherman 27/01/13

First Post, First Love

I've been thinking about this girl, it's been over two years since we've last seen each other. It was at the social club on this international cruise ship. I remember her rosy cheeks, round eyes, also her dark, wavy hair, her pink lips and her smile that makes any guy go head over heels for her.

But it's been two years, her birthday's almost two weeks from now. She may have forgotten me after two years but I haven't. Her name just keeps on crossing onto my mind. She may not be my legitimate crush but their's a special place in my heart just for her. I hope she remembers that there's me on the other side of her world.

By the way, I go by the name 'The Rusty Weatherman'.