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Be The Special Brick In The Wall

Try as I might, I can’t shake it off. I’m having a bad case of LSS (Last Song Syndrome).

This started a few hours ago when I went through some of my records to decide which album would be my soundtrack for the day. While riffling through the stack, I unconsciously popped my copy of the The Faculty OST. It’s been a long time since I played it – I realized – when the familiar notes drifted from my player and Alice in Chain’s Layne Staley’s voice crooned . . .

We don’t need no education.

We don’t need no thought control.

Class of 99’s rendition of the Pink Floyd original brought back memories of the past and the debilitating fact that almost made me catatonic. Like everyone else in the universe, I’ve become just another brick in the wall.

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Less Is More

I love the concept of “Less is more” even if it’s been bandied about almost everywhere; from minimalist design to life lessons.  But even if it has become a quote prostitute, I still consider this simple and poignant saying as a source of inspiration.

three naked people holding placards saying less is more

I have to say, Robert Browning coined it perfectly in his poem “The Faultless Painter” and since then, many connotations have been derived from those three small words that may be meaningless to some, but awfully meaningful to me. It sorted out a lot of gunk in my life.

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The Sh*t That Happens . . . Again and Again

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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Life Like A Bento Box

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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