I have lost count on how many times I have shitty moments in my life.
Those who can probably count those moments in one hand are the fortunate ones. I am green or purple (a color that results from high blood pressure and inability to breathe well) with envy. Then, I would look like to high heavens and have an internal dialogue pretending that I am talking to God with a virtual shaking fist of fury added to the mix of lamentations. “Why me?!”
I sometimes feel like the world is snickering while conspiring against me with every unfortunate event that comes my way. But I shall endure! (with another virtual shaking fist to high heavens)
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“You are your own brand. How you present yourself to the word defines who you are.”
I keep on telling myself that – sort of like a morning mantra.
Oh, I’m not referring to creating an alter ego or a different persona just to have people like you. No. I’m referring to what’s the real “YOU” and how you project that to others.
Picture yourself as a can of soup. The label would say something about you . . . a sales and marketing design, a logo, color combinations, et cetera. All of these will affect how consumers [people in general] perceives you. Will they pick your brand of soup or will they not? Is your label enticing enough? Why would they choose you amongst others of the same kind? What makes you “YOU”?
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I remember having an over-enthusiastic foreign student before who shouts when he speaks, making my ears right every time. He has a wicked way of doing so close to the ear and would assume a recalcitrant schoolboy look afterwards when I give him a disapproving look.
Anyway, this person once said (or rather shouted), “You strong woman, Rose!”
He sounded like some Neanderthal, carrying a stone club and wearing some furry animal skin as a loincloth. After he shouted, an image of an Amazonian woman with a bull whip strapped to the side and wearing Xena-type, navel-baring costume came to mind. Me in that garb almost made me faint.
And then, I wondered what a strong woman really is like. Several points reinforced the Amazonian image.
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I love how Japanese people pack their lunches. It is so creative, neat and balanced.
“If only life could be like a bento box, it would be easier to navigate it, compartmentalize and have everything in just one nifty package.”
Now, you may ask what is this woman rambling on about?
I just had a thought that the more you age, the more you suffer from all the extras life hands out.
Then, I had a momentary flashback of my “Japanese Fascination” phase. Everything I crave was related to Japanese during that time. There’s the ramen (of course), anime, J-Pop, J-Dorama, Doraemon, sentai and even hentai. I gobble it up like a starving man after a whole day of fasting during Lenten season.
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Huh? What’s with the title, you say?
Anyone who had the privilege to read (and finish) E L James’ trilogy can probably relate to this.
Just a little backstory . . .
This book-a-holic went into a reading dry spell for months, unable to find that elusive tome that will bring out the inspiration needed by most writers to get the creative juices going. And just like most writers, I have a TBR list. I was able to get my own e-book copies of the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy for months before I actually read it and finished them. I blame my laziness in reading via computer. It hurts the eyes when you stare at the monitor for a long time. This is a fact that I share to most people I get to talk to.
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