Monday, December 29

My Neighbor Totoro (Tonari no Totoro)


I'm blogging so I could remind myself that just in case I get too busy taking care of my health while my son's on his way, I want the nursery to be painted with a full sized Totoro!!! ^_^


I've come to learn of Hayao Miyazaki from http://www.linesandcolors.com
and was fortunate enough to find his works immediately.

Here are some of his classic animated films:
Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
Laupta: The Castle in the Sky
My Neighbor Totoro
Kiki’s Delivery Service
Porco Rosso, Princess Mononoke
Spirited Away
Howl’s Moving Castle <-- most recent

Quoting linesandcolors:
"If you’re not familiar with most or any of those, it’s the fault of a narrow-minded American movie distribution system and/or Disney, who has the rights to distribute and promote Miyazaki’s films in the US, but apparently doesn’t have a clue how to do so. (To their credit, they’ve done a pretty good job with the packaging of the US DVD versions)."


Sigh~! Totoro's just so.... dreamy I guess is a proper word instead of "cute".


- just sharing ^_^

Tuesday, December 23

A Blog Post by Singapore's Youngest Millionaire

By Adam Khoo
On Money

Some of you may already know that I travel around the region pretty frequently, having to visit and conduct seminars at my offices in Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand and Suzhou (China). I am in the airport almost every other week so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars or have read my books.

Recently, someone came up to me on a plane to KL and looked rather shocked. He asked, How come a millionaire like you is travelling economy? My reply was, Thats why I am a millionaire. He still looked pretty confused. This again confirms that greatest lie ever told about wealth (which I wrote about in my latest book Secrets of Self-Made Millionaire) . Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires have to wear Gucci, Hugo Boss, Rolex, and sit on first class in air travel. This is why so many people never become rich because the moment that earn more money, they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to square one.

The truth is that most self-made millionaires are frugal and only spend on what is necessary and of value. That is why they are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much faster. Over the last 7 years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60% (because I have my wife, mother in law, 2 maids, 2 kids, etc. to support). Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their income (if they are lucky). I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I think that it is a complete waste of money. However, I happily pay $1,300 to send my 2-year old daughter to Julia Gabriel Speech and Drama without thinking twice.

When I joined the YEO (Young Entrepreneurs Organization) a few years back (YEO is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were self-made thought like me. Many of them with net worths well over $5m, travelled economy class and some even drove Toyotas and Nissans (not Audis, Mercs, BMWs).

I noticed that it was only those who never had to work hard to build their own wealth (there were also a few ministers and tycoons sons in the club) who spent like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, when you did not have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is precisely the reason why a familys wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts past the third generation. Thank God my rich dad (oh no! I sound like Kiyosaki) foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my business.

Then some people ask me, What is the point in making so much money if you dont enjoy it? The thing is that I dont really find happiness in buying branded clothes, jewellery or sitting first class. Even if buying something makes me happy it is only for a while, it does not last. Material happiness never lasts, it just give you a quick fix. After a while you feel lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happy. I always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live a pretty sad and unfulfilled life.

Instead, what make ME happy is when I see my children laughing and playing and learning so fast. What makes me happy is when I see my companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year in so many more countries. What makes me really happy is when I read all the emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someones life. What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this BLOG is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time, much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.

I think the point I want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your lifes work (be in teaching, building homes, designing, trading, winning tournaments etc.) and the money that comes is only a by-product. If you hate what you are doing and rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that you are living a life of meaninglessness.

Wednesday, November 5

NOOKA -- Nokia Only Obeys Krisha Alone!

October 18, 2008 -- Nokia Presents Rockin' You @ Warehouse 135

Line up for the night:
Pin-Up Girls
Nyctinasty
Miguel Escueta
Musical O
Sleepwalk Circus
Up Dharma Down aaaand
Rico Blanco!

I had a great time amidst the multitude of teenagers donning their best Saturday gear.

In the show, sponsored by Nooka, a games was held. Out of 5 contestants, one must create a sentence with words starting with N, O, O, K and A. Someone even attempted to do a taglish line, but panicked! Had I been up on that state,I would have said Nokia Only Obeys Krisha Alone. (For the lack of a better Noun starting with the letter K) Kudos to the winning girl, who said "No One Orders Kimchi Alone." Oh, galing diba?

Yun lang medyo entertaining that happened to me for the entire month of October. I went to "Above and Beyond" but last only 2 hours because Glooooria didn't make the 31st a holiday. Aynakow. Looking forward to Armin Van Buuren on Nov 21. Yahooooo.

Tuesday, September 30

Welcome October

Finally, last day of the week!!! My last weekend of the month was a relief as a series of not-so-fortunate events came streaming my way.


Sigh~! … But life has been good! And on the lighter side, my friends’ birthday party was so much fun! The joint birthday slash costume party (compliments of JC…hay nako) turned out to be a hit!


I was super stressed trying to figure out what to wear to this party, prior to going to Chicane on that same night. Thursday night, I was hanging out at Lanie’s pad when I saw her Japanese school girl costume. Her skirt was a much more profane version of my high school uniform, and so I decided to look for that old thing and be her diverse twin. Cum Saturday, I was delighted to see everyone such a sport and pretend Halloweens Day came in early this year! Also, was extremely happy to see that my high school uniform still fits.. like a glove too!


The celebrants came as a Nymph and Greek Goddess. Then all sorts were there. You have the usual hot she-devil, “Kamatayan” (Mr. Death), Angels, 60’s basketball player, nurse, soldier, police man, security guard, Egyptian, blondes and so on. The other guests I guess were misinformed; they probably thought it was a “headband” party, coz that’s what they all had! Most unusual, peculiar or special as some would say, was Eng's nurse/angel costume. His man-hair peering through his white stockings was quite a disturbing sight. Kudos to everyone and happy happy birthday Ja and May! (Some of the pictures may be viewed at jajalopezbday.multiply.com)


A little after midnight, I had to bid them farewell as I say hello to Chicane! Well, Nick B performed with a British band, although I have no idea what the band was. We arrived just in time for Bruised Water! It was a very typical night-out. Could’ve been worse. But then again it was so much better than the Chicane Event in 2006. So, I can’t complain.


Although the other half of the month didn’t turn out as great, September this year wasn’t super bad. But, National Holiday on a Wednesday (that's tomorrow)... very very warm welcome, October!!!

Tuesday, September 16

Deep Dish - We Gonna Feel It

Kickass September!

One of my bestfriends Tom, refuses to read my blog because its deep he says. Hey! I recent that!!! ... I can be shallow sometimes!

September still has 15 more days but I already have quite a number of things to rave about.

Was in HK for 5 days and this was by far my best HK trip. Allow me to enumerate why:
1. Alot of good alcohol was soothing to my soul
2. I went to meet up with a friend, I haven't seen in 2 years. Our ETA coincided which made us conveniently "bump" into each other at the immigration area
3. Ebenezers! (Their shawarma with just hummus and veggies was to die for!)
4. I went everywhere looking for the perfect gladiator sandals and I eventually did...at Wanchai!
5. Met up Amy -- a good friend I haven't seen since 2005!
6. The lockers at Elements Mall ($3.00 / small locker $5.00 / big locker)
7. Discovering Deep Dish's "We Gonna Feel It"!!! (*DancE! buMp! dAnCE!* To listen, check out the next blog)
8. Witnessing the sun rise on a Sunday Morning (Any air, other than what you inhale from the bar is considered oxygen)
9. Meeting this quirky pinoy at DROP (Who said cigarettes can't bring people closer?)


I know things could've been worse but what i did not appreciate were the ff:
1. Missing our flight back to Manila and since there was no Cebu Pacific office at the airport, we had to go back to Tsim Sha Tsui. When we got there, they do not accept credit cards, so we had to look for a machine and a money changer and finally get a new ticket.
2. The mystery meat that was revealed in the free soup we got from our "black peppered beef".
3. The mediocre meal we had from this steak house at IFC.
4. There's so much acid in my system, I've been shying away from it and drinking beer instead.

Yun lang talaga. Thank you so much DJ Denz, Ted and DJ Mike for making our stay enjoyable. Will see you beery beery soon.

Thursday, August 28

Alive and Wagging at 15!!!

I've been wanting to move out of our condo so I can raise and have a dog again. Like most filipino-chinese families who claim to be canine lovers, every mom has had some hairy toy dog like a shih-tzu or lhasa apso. I had my first toy dog for my 8th birthday. It was a beautiful white Pekingese named Celtic. His dad and grandad were champs, so he came with papers. Papers said Celtic so we stuck by it. My family had a problem saying those two syllables so Cel-tic eventually became "Tic-tic". Then, Auntie Lily just assumed that it was "di di" (弟弟) which means little brother so that worked too.

Well Celtic got really sick after 7 years and mom had him put to sleep forever. I was so busy with my workshop that summer that it took me a few days to realize what mom did. And since I was super busy with my concerns as a teenager, I forgave her (mom), even before she apologized. We could tell that Celtic was in serious pain, it was just really hard for me since he looked exquisite on the latter days of his life. And I refused to take in another pet after that.

Fast forward, my ninang's brother from HK was migrating with his entire family to Australia. Him and his family passed through Manila on the way and was able to sneak "B 仔" (pronounced as B Zai in cantonese) in the ship.

I didn't like him at first. It was a 3 year old mongrel. Physically, it looked like a stuffed toy from Blue Magic. But it was a happy dog. He minded his own business and barked occasionally when necessary. But I refused to allow him be Celtic's replacement. (First pet never dies...)

Well, we loved him alright. He kinda potty-trained himself and would open the door with his snout and bark for us to open the door. He was safe to children and we groomed his hair short so he's low maintenance. What more could a pet owner ask for? My dad liked it so much, it slept with him.

"Sao" is cantonese for hands. So mom trained him to give her his paw when he hears "sao sao". Of course yaya thinks it could also mean ..."saw saw suka, mahuli taya...". Who knew dogs could be bilingual?

Well, when dad died in 2005, mom moved to a condominium that didn't allow pets. So we sent "B 仔" off to my ninang's house to be taken care of.

I was amazed to see him alive and wagging! He's around 15 years old now, human years, could barely see but I call him a certain way and it responded like how it used to! I was sooooo happy to see my second pet, if only it could talk, I'd be in deep trouble. Alas! He was neutered in HK, which is probably why his appetite and bowel movement is normal still, but he moans and groans alot. So what to do?

Mom said it could be in alot of pain. But no, he has no reason to go to sleep now. So, picture picture nalang muna kami. =)

The word "仔" (zai), is used to refer to a kid. Now, we no longer call him "B 仔", instead we call him "B伯" (B Ba), like how we would refer to an uncle. So "B伯" is alive and wagging at 15, enjoying his very own electric fan, and is sometimes annoyed by 2 chow dogs who think they're the same age.

Wednesday, August 27

Someone Agrees with Me

My friend Christopher sent me a link earlier, and someone wrote an article about how to live your life even before you get a degree. And I agree. We see people graduating with a degree in interior designs, suddenly shifting to being a nurse. I'm not saying that people should just stop going to school and start clowning around, but clearly there are more ways to secure a great future than just finishing school.

I wanna share an article by Charles Wheelan, Ph.D., on how "A Well Rounded Education Doesn't have to Start with College. People always criticize me on how I foment my twenties, I'm just so glad to read this article, because at least someone agrees with me. My birthday's coming soon. I'm not yet a year older, but I definitely feel wiser.

A Well-Rounded Education Doesn't Have to Start with College


Posted on Monday, August 25, 2008, 12:00AM

I'm going to step back from economics for a moment and write about teaching economics to both undergraduates and graduate students. Based on that experience, I have some advice for talented high school students: Don't go to college.

And advice for talented college graduates: Don't get a job.

A Complete Education

Of course there is a caveat. You should do both of them eventually, just not right away. Take a year off, either after high school or after college.

Use that year to do something interesting that you'll likely never be able to do again: write a book, hike the Appalachian Trail, live with your grandparents, trek in Katmandu, volunteer at a health clinic in India, or serve your country in the military.

Just do something that will make you a more complete person. I suspect that it'll also make you appreciate your education more (and, ironically, make you more attractive when you do apply for college or enter the job market).

Rules of Engagement

I have two rules. First, you have to support yourself. If you're writing that novel, then you need to be waiting tables when you're not at the keyboard. If you're traveling across India, then you've got to earn the money before you go. This isn't about Mom and Dad funding leisure travel. The time will only be meaningful if you have to work for it, literally.

And second, this experience can't be one of those uber-competitive kinds of programs that are designed as a means to get you somewhere else -- like NASA physics camp or 14 hours a day of intensive gymnastics.

The World a Classroom

Why should an 18- or 22-year-old head for Nepal instead of the University of Illinois or Wall Street?

For three reasons. First, because you can. Because the world is an interesting place, life is short, and there just aren't that many opportunities to take long stretches to do really cool things.

Second, and perhaps more practical, it'll make you appreciate your education more, whether you do it before or after college. I remember the first time I saw terraced rice paddies in Indonesia. I'd taken a course on monsoon Asia in college but the concepts seemed remote and academic. But when I was standing in Bali, staring up at the remarkable green fields carved into the mountainside, I finally understood all the facts that I'd memorized for the exams.

Book-Smart, Life-Ignorant

Last, it'll impart perspective and maturity. I've encountered a small but growing number of students -- amazingly smart and talented people -- who just seem intellectually immature and even emotionally unhealthy. They're obsessed with grades more than learning (because good grades are necessary to do the next hypercompetitive thing).

Despite enormous talent, I fear that these students aren't prepared for a world in which the best path isn't always the most competitive one; where failure is a precondition for success; where there are no letter grades to signpost success. They are smart but not wise -- and more life experience, both the waiting tables and the trekking in Nepal, would help that.

I imagine this kind of immaturity is an inevitable part of growing up, but it feels more common to me these days. Perhaps this is what comes of a generation characterized by parents who made extraordinary efforts to get them into the right preschool.

Hitting the Road

In any case, when it comes to taking a year off, I write from experience. When I was a senior in high school, I told my principal that I wanted to take a year off before going to college. He talked me out of the idea, but to his eternal credit he persuaded me to do it after college.

So I did. After graduation, I spent four months working at a law firm where I was paid a relatively large hourly sum to put 50,000 production documents in chronological order. I lived at home and caddied on the weekends. (In one of life's little ironies, the last guy I ever caddied for -- after a 13-year looping career -- was George W. Bush. Go figure.)

When I had enough for the trip, I left for Colorado, then California, then Tahiti, then Australia and New Zealand -- and so on, across Southeast Asia, China, India, Europe, and home. People often tell me how lucky I was, which is true in a broad sense, but not when it comes to having done this trip. The whole journey -- with a budget of $20 a day -- cost roughly as much as a Honda Civic at the time. Have you ever told a college graduate that he was lucky to be able to afford a Honda Civic?

Meeting Resistance

Curiously, most people -- including my college peers -- thought that taking a year off to travel was a terrible idea at the time. One relative told me that I would be "a year behind," a comment that only makes sense if you believe that life consists of checking off a series of boxes -- job, kids, house, vacation home -- and then ringing a bell.

There are two common arguments against taking time off to do something off the beaten track. The first is that "you can always do it later." I find that kind of sad; to quote Langston Hughes, a dream deferred is a dream denied. How many people do you know who have hiked the Appalachian Trail, volunteered at a clinic in India, written a novel, or done any of the things I mentioned above? These kinds of things don't get easier when you have kids and a mortgage.

The second is that this is some kind of elitist boondoggle. That's just nonsense. My wife (who as my girlfriend at the time) made the around-the-world trip with me. She graduated from an Ivy League school with a full load of student loans. She worked as a waitress on Nantucket (living in a bunkhouse behind the country club) until she'd earned enough to travel around the world for nine months and pre-pay her loans for a year. Then she came back, got a corporate job, and paid off the rest of the student loans. Not bad for someone with three siblings, all raised by a single parent who taught preschool for a living.

A Leg Up

The irony of taking a year out is that it's a pretty good career move, too. You get a unique life experience, and a year later, should you so choose, you can still apply to Harvard Law School.

Only in that pile of applications, you're the one who wrote a book or went around the world. That's who I want in my classes.

Bruised Water - Chicane feat. Natasha Bedingfield


My skin is like a map
Of where my heart has been
And I cant hide the marks
Its not a negative thing
So I let down my guard
Drop my defenses down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow

I bruise easily
So be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave
Like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily
Can't scratch the surface
Without moving me underneath
I bruise easily
I bruise easily

I found your fingerprints
On a glass of wine
Do you know you're leaving them
All over this heart of mine too
But if I never take this leap of faith
I'll never know
So I'm learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow

[Chorus]

Anyone who can touch you
Can hurt you or heal you
Anyone who can reach you
Can love you or leave you

So be gentle...

[Chorus]

I bruise easily
I bruise easily

Wednesday, August 13

Hair Scare

l bumped into Karen at Fiamma briefly. Was gonna go to Godskitchen but our friend had too much wine at Cav, so we decided to call it the night at 2AM.

Karen just messaged me on YM. I told her I wasn't feeling so hot because of my hair. Was never a fan of funky hairstyles and she agreed. She claims to love it but I don't know... its certainly NOT wash and wear.

Jaja kept teasing me kasi!!! She kept questioning my hair's existence. Plus, Tony & Jacky's promo couldn't have came to a better time. P300.00 for an image of me that sorta kinda gave me a shock of my life. I haven't had bangs since 1995 and I didn't like it then...! Ten days after my haircut I still decided to dig out my hairbands. Wish halloween would come sooner, so I could tell everyone Im dressed up as one o' those girls from the Koreanovelas.

Friday, August 8

Inside the Pandora’s Box

"It was said that years ago, Zeus ordered to have a woman created as punishment for mankind. Pandora was given a few traits by each god. And although Zeus warned his brother Epithemeus not to get near her, like most men he did and ended up marrying Pandora instead.

Pandora was given a large jar by Zeus and was instructed not to open it. But out of curiosity (as most girls) she did and got all sort of evilness out of the jar. Good thing she was quick to close it, and one thing was left... HOPE.

My unexpected trip to Cebu brought back bittersweet memories. A lot has changed. A lot of my friends have kids now. My “bro” has 2 girlfriends. (What a stud!) But of course, my soul-sister Faye and I still share the same happy cells and love for fashion.


I met her at Caltex, in the middle of nowhere and asked her if she wanted a drink. She was wearing a black asymmetrical top and a pretty short frou –frou skirt. That’s her version. What really happened was, I was with this girl she knew, and when they exchanged hellos, I asked her if she wanted a drink coz I was on my way to the store. She declined politely. So that’s what really happened. But who cares, we’re still friends and we still love our alcohol.


So yeah, talking to her in person has made me realize that life is good and things do change. She’s been in Cebu all these time, but has done so well with herself. (Ukay lovers in Cebu, please message me!!! Really good and cheap stuff!) She has also reminded me that love exists. (Check out a picture of her and her extremely nice and hot boyfriend ------> ) Incidentally, he has opened a pretty successful “tapsilugan” in the middle of nowhere. (Puwede pa rin bang tapsilugan kung walang tapa? Hungarian Sausage bestseller daw kasi nila.) Anyhoo, I was very happy to see this couple and even had the privilege of listening to his band jam like 4 doors down. So happy indeed that I brought friends over the next day.


Thank you so much Payuy for giving me hope, for reminding me of our creed we took for granted, and that is to dance like noone's watching and love like you've nevere been hurt. So dear Lawrence, may your chicken wings be a little less salty, and your menu expand, may the Hungarian sausage from the middle of nowhere create chaos in the road to Ayala and may you continue to serve comfort food for the love of rock music and ice cold beer. And as you serenaded me with My Chemical Romance’s “Helena”, I bid you good night.

Mishu Payuy!!! ^_^



Wednesday, July 23

Hate the Sting, Not the Scorpion (22.May.2008)

There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of thewater, but the scorpion stung him again. A man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him. But the Hindu said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I giveup my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?"
For me, this is a story for those who would want to justify their stubborness and insist on faltering and be proud of doing so. I think people's reaction would either hate or love this story. Those who reckon with my sentiments shall shrug their shoulders and say "...screw him, its his fault". Those who beg to disagree shall insist on something else. Love. Chance. Hope. Whatever sugar and spice and anything nice there is to it, may you stay happy on your scorpion-stung days.

It Started on a Monday (18.June.2008)

It Started on a Monday

On the morning after the first night I was on graveyard shift, my body was pretty cooperative and helped me last through the night. Even after 4 cups of coffee, the 12 midnight-to 8 am shift was a lil’ too much for me to take. But thanks to the caffeine, I was wide awake and made two great friends.I remember Cynthia asking me if I had plans that morning, since Sabrina had matters to take care of with Starhub, Macau’s telecom company. I said none so far, so we had a hearty breakfast at the hotel’s dining room and took a cab to Starhub. Little did we know that we were an hour early (office opens at 10:00 AM) and decided to play the slot machine.

On our field trip and "orientation", the new hosts went to Venetian and was given a membership with 100 HKD load to play at the slot machines with. (50.oo Patacas for Venetian and 50.00 Patacas for Sands) Priceless education we had here folks! So there we were, I think Cynthia made some money and when it was time, proceeded to Starhub.
After what felt like forever, we went to San Malo and had a drink at Mcdonalds. (Aircon!!!) I remember buying a pair of ugliest shoes in the world and a keychain. And that was the start of a series of beautiful friendship.
They’re still both in Macau now, but we’re still in touch. Such random things with random people on a random day. And I hope in 50 years, I can still remember that random day, when we did random things on a beautiful Monday morning.
Clowning around with Sabrina----->

Friday, July 18

God as Umpire

Two weeks ago, I was having a breakdown from a series of unfortunate events. My friend was gypped by another friend of ours and through all these, I kept asking why, does the Lord Almighty give me problems my friends or family have never thought of. Is it because I can catch, thats why He throws?
And for the first time in my life, my mom told me to rest earlier that Saturday so we could go to church the next day. The message that day? ... Do good to those who hate us...Ask the Lord to bless those who curse us and pray or those who mistreat us. How appropriate was that?!?
One of my dearest friend's having serious problems... problems even a Mocha Frappucino or a San Miguel beer can't fix. His dad's business partner kicked them out of their own property. On the rare occasions that I do see my friend, I watched him brave his daily ordeals as the situations shaken his faith, and as his family continue their walk with God.

Very recently, the Lord has shown grave calamity to their antagonist. When lightning strikes at your opponent's territory, does it show who God's side is on when he umpires?

Monday, June 9

Alpha Male... or Alpha Duck?

On their way home from shopping one day, a man suddenly thinks that her wife’s family is not good enough for her. And so suddenly he started yelling at her, demanding that she never speak to her mother again. Following a few insults after that statement, he started yelling at her, threatening that if she speaks to her mother ever again, he shall kick her out of the house. And so between her confusion and her fright, she started to cry, which triggered her husband to pull out a gun, and cock it in front of her. Since that was the first time the wife ever saw her husband hold a gun in his hand, she was in great shock! Her eyes were wide open but she couldn’t see.
Her husband’s voice was echoing in her mind, that she couldn’t think. All she could do is whimper. The more she tried to pacify her husband, the more distraught he gets. At one point, he screamed at her saying, “…what are you crying about? What did I do? You crying means you’re sad being with me, and there’s nothing to be sad about!” And when she mumbled, “…alright, if you don’t like my family, I will stop seeing my mom”. This statement made him even more furious, and said, “…you shouldn’t do it because I don’t like your family, you should say you yourself don’t want to see your mother!”

When you’re a woman in your 40’s, totally in love with your cheating spouse, and your youngest not even in kindergarten, a godmother with three wishes isn’t enough to not kill yourself. At that age, you’d think she has seen enough to know the difference. As it seems, older isn’t synonymous to smarter these days. How did 2 Christians end up this way? As children of Christ, we believe in grace, and we all know that we didn’t deserve God’s love in the first place. But put that aside, how can a rational and independent woman pick up the pieces of her life and move on? I’d say, like any rational and independent woman, pick up the things that matter and start anew.

I, contrary as it may seems, believe that women in general should be submissive to men. Enough of that equal rights bull crap because I am definitely not going to give birth and bring home the coin at the same time. And at half of the character’s age, I hope that I forever remember to respect myself because men will treat you badly if you allow them to. Gone are the days when we’re minding our business and here comes our handsome prince who’ll sweep us off our feet (handsome is relative, what’s handsome for me, might not be handsome for you). Jaded to the point where we can feel our mind sneering at our heart. Bad boys sell like pancakes alright, but we can always go for waffles when you’ve realized there’s nothing special with pancakes. I personally would neither settle for a bad boy, nor the pancakes. Yummy waffles forever.

In the end, the wife up and left with her toddler, with just a few of her belongings. It will be hard to start anew, having been independent and forced to domestication. But crucial decisions need to be made. There is no point trying to put sense into violence. Men could think they’re all that, but if you think you’re alpha male, I’d call you Alpha Duck. (DU mb f* CK!)

Thanks for reading and please feel free to put your 2 cents worth…




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Friday, June 6

Finally!!!

I finally figured out how to access my blogger account. (There has been a confusion with my yahoo and gmail account, hence the delay of my posts!)

Its been a while since i last updated my blog as I have yet to edit my final thoughts on various tings. But I'm here and will be writing a lot soon.

I will be transferring my more well-thought of blogs from my friendster and multiply site. So please drop by and feel free to give me your two cents worth.

Thanks!

THE RYANNE ^_^