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Nerd-letons In The Closet

Yes. I am a nerd. So what?

I am not alone in this world. I am just one of those who had that proverbial closet shut tight for eons because of peer pressure. It is hard to get by in school when you don’t have the “it-girl” persona in place or hanging out with the cool kids. The only time you get to open that closet is at home, in your lonesome little room littered with posters of Star Wars and Robotech gracing the stark white painted walls.


The reason behind hiding what people deemed now as “ordinary” before was the fear of being labeled as a freak.  Because of the changing perception of people and the influence of billionaire software developers and social media moguls, being termed a “nerd” is actually a compliment.

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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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The Trouble With Paradise

Everyone wants to go to heaven or rather – paradise.

Is it bad that I don’t?

Just the concept of heaven and hell is open to so much discussion, controversy and conflict that will forever breech a line between fanaticism and rationalism. I don’t want to get entangled with that kind of sh*t. So, I will always remain very Switzerland in this and veer as far away as I can from being stoned to death [virtually].

I was born and raised as a Catholic. My mother would probably give me the eternal stink-eye when I she gets wind of my views on this life-long debacle of “what’s there in the afterlife”?

With all the indoctrination, catechism and long, boring homilies I’ve endured since I learned how to listen and be susceptible to brainwash, I now wonder: Will I ever get to paradise if I continue to doubt its existence?

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