When I was a kid, my parents used to warn me to keep my hands behind my back whenever we’re in the fragile part of a department store (i.e., the glassware and home accessories section). My mom would tell me that if I break something, I’ve got to pay for it. For a kid with limited funds, that’s enough to make me get scared and opt-out from the excursion on that part of the store.
Now, looking back on those words, I can’t help but relate it to every day my life, but it a less literal way.
I learned early on that glass, ceramics and porcelain are not the only things that can break. Trust, hope, love and all the abstract things in our lives can be broken too — and we have to pay for it one way or another. Continue reading You Break It, You Pay For It
When you see someone — perhaps a stranger — strutting like he owned the world, have you ever thought that he has issues with self-esteem or if he was born to rule the world with his [too] generous smiles and soft voice?
I wonder how I came to be like this…
Continue reading Stranded Realities
They say I’m an addict. But am I? Really? [cue in Not An Addict by K’s Choice] I’d rather be called a book lover – not an addict — because clearly, I love reading.
You see, I own around 700+ paperbacks/softcover/hardcover books and more than a thousand e-books in my hard drive. I have to admit [tongue-in-cheek) that almost 80% of them are romantic fiction.
Unlike some I know who are clearly posers and have acquired tons of books that they only read about 20% of them … I’ve all read mine (with the exception of those in my TBR folder, which is currently brimming with A LOT of e-books).
What can I say? I READ WHEN I AM BORED.
Continue reading Reading As Therapy
Hope, a four-letter word that means so many things to many people.
Since time immemorial (i.e. the moment I began using this word), I have associated it with everything that is good and positive. Then, as I get older, I began to question the sincerity of every uttered “hope” in conversations — whether verbal or written.
We all hope for many good things — both big and small. But is hope really such a nice word?
Continue reading Abandon Ship
It’s been more than three years that I started blogging and it was just recently that someone asked me why I blog.
I didn’t have a ready answer. Somehow, my usual reason of blogging as an outlet for all my pent-up emotions and overactive thinking is not enough anymore. Somehow, I started to doubt the purpose of this blog.
Back in 2012, I blog as a social experiment and a way to learn how to use WordPress for a job. But then, it evolved into something personal. It became what it is known now as the place where I dump all my mind, feelings/emotions and inspirations. That’s the reason why for all these years, TGBM blog has no structure whatsoever — and it’s fine as it is. It’s not like it’s a multi-million dollar business or something, right? Continue reading Why Do I Blog?