One liners, Writing

Tweet Tweets: April 1st half 2014

So because going back to old twitter posts is some kind of difficult, I am to compile my best tweets. Of course, they’re judged by me, nonetheless.

 

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Guides to Life, Writing

{Day 6} I Urge You to Have a Life Outside of Your Day Job

Before I go on with what I envisioned to be an eye-opener, hope-giving article, I would like to ask you one question. Are you truly, madly, passionately in love with your day job, the work-life balance it gives you, the monetary benefits you get from it, the social benefits that comes along with it and the co-workers you interact with everyday? If yes, you may skip this article. If not, the darling, by all means, proceed.

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job. If you feel so grumpy on mornings, especially on Monday mornings, that you literally drag yourself into the shower. If you just got in your office and wished it was 5pm already. If lunch is only the time when you are alive in the office. If you dread your boss and your job and you feel you can’t do work for another day anymore. If you keep on dreaming of leaving your current job and pulling up the wittiest I-resign video which you plan to upload on 9Gag.

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job. If you consistently shrug the feeling of guilt for not being there for your wife. Or husband. If you are becoming more intimate with your computer than with your loved ones. When your puppy’s happy, delighted mood is replaced by a sad barking moan when you just walk away after saying hi to him as soon as you got home. When you’d rather do overtime work on the weekends.When you have exactly no idea what your teenage child is doing in school. When you’re just completely unattached with a bunch of people whom you call family.

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job when you feel like you are supposed to have a different job, way way different from your current one. When you think that your college course was a huge mistake. When you feel like a trapped artist in a left-brainers’ world. If you feel like life is unfair because you cannot just do what you love to do. When you feel like changing career or planning on doing so.

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job when you can’t recall the last time you had fun with friends. When the only people you have been talking to were either clients, sponsors, customers, superiors, suppliers and co-workers. When you felt embarrassed that you didn’t know your closest friend already has a baby and you asked her whose baby was she carrying when you bumped into her while on your way to the bank. When the only connection that you have with your friends is Facebook.

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job because what will become of  you if right there and then you are stripped off of your day job title? Do you have other things that you can do to keep you busy? Will you still have friends that you can depend on, those who still really care? Do you have other means of acquiring income? How about your health? Did you get a personal long-term healthcare aside from the company health insurance?

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job because what if years have passed you by and life left you old? Can you still do the things that you wanted to do while you were young? Did you get to kiss in Paris or soak up some sun in the Philippines? Did you get to play that Ultimate Frisbee your office friends were raving about? Would you have adventures to tell your grandchildren aside from how  you managed to debug a test program during your working days?

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job because life is not revolving on our work alone even though it eats up a third of our day on all weekdays of our lives. We ought to see the world our Creator has made for us to enjoy. We have to nurture relationships and not just start-ups. We have dreams of our own that we have to work on.

I urge you to have a life outside of your day job. You just owe that one to yourself.

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500 words challenge, Writing

{Day 2} Is personal blogging cloning self-centered earthlings?

Everybody has his or her own dreams they hold dear to their heart. The mere mental slideshowof those desires bring a smile on their faces — an obscure one, a sinister one, a happy one. Desires ought to bring a certain pleasure to the thought owner and they are not limited on the good side of the shelf. Desires seduces and are believed to tag along happiness to ones self and not necessarily to others. It’s a little selfish, I know. 

My religious perception of desire was bugging me while I was attending mass earlier. I inhaled the Catholic scent of St. Augustine’s Church in Limerick, while my ears were struggling to avoid silence by magnifying even the faintest sound my floral boots make on the tiled floor. I came inside thinking how selfish I have been for most days, or for all of my life. I always think about my goals, my family, my boyfriend, my friends, my job and my financial security that I just started to build. Thanks to the internet and my personal blogging, I have never been this “lustful for life”. I have never been more empowered than me creating life lists and crossing out things that I’ve done and filling in new ones again.

I’d have this moments when I virtually fast track to the end part of my life, pretending to have reached all of the desires of my heart. At the end of my journey, I would ask myself, “What now? Are you happy that you have published one book? Are you happy you have two lovely children with curly hair, big eyes and fair complexion? Are you happy with the financial kingdom that  you have started for your bloodline?” What will happen to all of my earthly desires when I leave the soils of the earth?

Sometimes, I feel guilty for eating a lot when a lot of the people go hungry. I feel guilty when I go buy things for myself and I cannot give a portion of my income to the needy. I feel guilty of just planning out the happy life ahead of me when girls get raped everyday over and over again on different parts of the world.

I don’t know what difference I could do or what charitable organization I could join. I don’t know where to put my efforts on — me enjoying the world built by our Creator and helping my family or sacrificing a little to help the needy. I feel like Barbie most of the time — nurturing my compassionate self sparing a moment for the cruelties of the earth, but giving in to my inner material girl who just wants to have fun.

I know I don’t need to absorb all the negatives in this world, but sometimes, I feel like a sponge — easy to soak in those emotions, easy to squeeze them off. Squish, squish. Just like that.

So, tell me should I feel guilty for blogging out my dreams and the life that I want to live? Should I feel embarrassed for spending too much time on my personal blog and skipping out the news section? How could I give out to the world? How could I change the life of one miserable soul? How could I help all those who need me? Starting with my family is acceptable, but I think it is still selfish enough.

Sometimes, the conflicts posed by heaven and earth are just too hard to fathom.

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for Magpie Tales, Writing

Magpie Mondays: Let Fear Not Be

painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

 

She knows no one in the bar; she just wanted to do something radical

and so, she danced with no music as if there was

and smiled to people staring as if she knew them.

Pretty soon, the band started playing offbeat melodies

and the crowd marched for the dance floor to join her.

— for life wasn’t given to us just so we could breathe. We were destined to live boldly.

 

She was created when the universe exploded and hence,

star dust must be in her bones.

She allows her star to shine its brightest white.

Her starlight beams upon me

Her stars dangles with mine.

— She is me, and I, her.

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