Today there were ninjas at the bank & then Og saved the day
Today, rushed to go to the bank hoping that I would make it, unlike before when I had arrived only to find the steel frame doors rolling down on my sorry face despite it was not closing time for banks already.
I was there already but things ended up quite sadly for me on the customer service front.
I was hoping to get the attention of the teller; yes she was “talking” to me and answering my pre-prepared questions, but most of her life was kidnapped by the ninja computer screen, while the mouse was saying, “I wonder if you know how they live in Tokyo? If you seen it then you mean it, then you know you have to go… Fast and furious click… click… click…. Fast and furious click… click… click….”
The whole time she never even looked up to see into my bright eyes (yeah, why not?). And so even though I personally was kind of offended, I saved the explosives for never. And instead I squeaked one rather awkward “Okay, thanks…” towards the teller’s apparition that was an arm’s stretch away from my own presence.
Marching home I told myself “I’d bake some cookies tonight” (meaning: I’m not ever going to see banks with yellow logos again) and then some, “Well, just means something good is going to come out of this” (instead of blabbering in the line of you-don’t-effing-know-who-you’re-effing-dealing-with-here-lady).
And I thought about the post I found the other day about mastering your emotions. Maybe everyone’s having a tough day today?
“If I feel depressed I will sing. If I feel sad I will laugh. If I feel ill I will double my labor. If I feel fear I will plunge ahead. If I feel inferior I will wear new garments. If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice. If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come. If I feel incompetent I will think of past success. If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals. Today I will be the master of my emotions.”
That was said by Og Mandino. My little brother was initially named Og in the first few months of his babyhood, until our family decided to change it to a three-letter nickname; because one of my parents liked Og Mandino’s books before.
And also, I tried to refer back to the Sculptor’s Attitude poem which is found in the previous post to help make me get back on track and recover completely from such negative encounter earlier. Our job is to choose what kind of day we are going to have. Have a GREAT rest of the day!
One for the Road
SCULPTOR’S ATTITUDE
Author Unknown
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don’t have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a GREAT DAY! Unless you have other plans.
Yeah, why is that
You know there’s an awkward moment wherein you are so excited inside of you because of some joyful news like you did something successful or a well-deserved raise for example, and then you just explode with too much happiness which extends out to you doing something really silly – you jump up and down, your hands waving in the air as if you were drowning but then your face so bright with glee and maybe you were unsuccessful at muffling a scream that it managed to escape for a few mini-seconds…
And then friends (in this case, false friends) would look at you as if questioning your sanity and act surprised at the whole idea of you so excited and all. That is really kind of awkward – it’s either they probably haven’t felt the same kind of surge of positive emotion before and would rather focus on your “strange behavior”; or that they probably making an effort to ignore your joy as they are quite content in their dark side of the world.
#Bitterness #Awkwardness #IDGAF #Moving on #Carry on #False Friends Galore #Insanity #Bipolar/hypomaniac/ADD/ADHD.
Wow, the hashtags above… just realised I could make into a hip-hop-rap-break-it-down song!!!
Dream Home Office
I would like a home office with skylights such as the one in the photo above.
Now I Become Myself
Now I become myself. It’s taken 
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
“Hurry, you will be dead before–”
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
Dressed For Success
“Success is simple once you accept how difficult it is, and how much effort, honesty, responsibility, long-range planning, creativity, intensity, discipline, thought and control the process is going to take. I’m not saying it is easy. And it is not going to happen overnight. But once you accept how difficult it is then will you have the right mindset to succeed.
You can give in to the failure messages and be a bitter deadbeat of excuses. Or you can choose to be happy and positive and excited about life.
Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.
If you fall “off the wagon”, cut your losses, don’t worry about it, and get right back on track. Immediately. It’s minor damage that can be dealt with.
Look at every new day as an opportunity to be better than yesterday. And a chance to learn something new that will make you better and get you more results. Don’t look back with regret about mistakes that were made yesterday, there’s nothing you can do about yesterday’s decisions. Just FOCUS on what you can do today.
Everything you do takes you closer to OR farther away from your goals. Think about that before each and every decision you make.”
~
Bubble Gum Dreams
1
Bubble gum dreams are free-flowing
They are feathery, cotton clouds floating
And changing shapes every split second.
Look again and another moment they are gone.
2
One day I stare up at the azure sky and – SNEEZE!
Up on the blue, blue sky what do I see?
Why, a castle huge and as magical as could be!
With towers and fortresses and bridges and trees:
3
A rabbit hops by, a humpback whale beneath a fountain
A galloping horse, a maple leaf, an eLEPhant mountain!
A puffy muffin and ice cream cones with colours so white
And do you see that giant broccoli – oh what a delight!
4
When you are four and take pleasure on things you don’t know
You run and catch flakes of black winter snow
Whilst up in the hills, old farmers set a-glow
Heaps of dried grass on the fire they throw.
5
Half the day is saved for make-believe:
I have an audience watching ever so quietly.
I glide and twirl and swirl ever so gracefully
Bring a smile to their souls happily.
6
The sun is a yellow piece of creamed egg tart in my hands
It casts a thousand lights of brilliance with its magic wands
Every sunflower sways and dances to their own beat
They seem to not mind and care about the fiery heat!
7
When the Sun stayed up too much; finally rests on its pillows
The silver minted coin-moon rises up from the billows.
Dotting the twilight flame torches carried by Nature fairies
Sparkling; illumined under the vast dark skies of Her Majesty.
– By Soraya P. | 2007.
Ringing in 2012
Yep we’re almost here: 2012 is here – ringing in the new year, let’s hear it!
Glad to have made it through 2011 completely worked up for this new year.
I think in a lot of ways I’ve grown more mature, more grounded, more stable, and even more quiet than usual. I like 2012 and all the possible things I could imagine would happen in the next 12 months – it’s kind of exhilarating not knowing, not planning, not expecting anything at all. Just to let things flow and be able to open up and embrace whatever comes and then say thanks to whatever came past.
Yes, it is exciting and I should get back to work now. Been working through four holidays – on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day; and now on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day.
Getting shot Part ii
It will be a month tomorrow since I got a Tetanus shot from the Health Department that is doing house-to-house immunization.
I wasn’t prepared for it at all last month. It just so happened I was checking out the garage where dad’s workshop is at. There was this group of women wearing uniform sky-blue shirts that came knocking on the gate. Thinking back now, I don’t think there was any way I could get around their objective although I tried to talk myself out of the whole vaccination thing.
Funny I remember I was still asking a question to this first woman while another one of them was saying the same information (or just repeating what the other was saying) to me. Then there was a lady in their group who just seemed to pop out of nowhere, then digging through her huge bag which predictably was filled with medical stuff. And in another instant, I got a lightning prick on the arm…
Respect goes to those women. I’ll probably see them tomorrow again.
So Journey On... is about a sojourner that is waiting for the next rocket to come. This blog is inspired by good reads and inspirational stuff around that can be applied to how we should deal with certain things in life.
So, journey on... 