I Don’t Know Them, Yet I Trust Them

I want to bury myself amongst the musty and motionless occupants of my wooden shelves. Dust them off and watch them come to life again, finally able to fulfill their calling of transporting me into another world and another’s consciousness. I will give each of them the attention they deserve, getting acquainted with them from their facade, their first few words to me, maybe what others have said about them, and the brief attempts on their backs to summarize and lure me into all that they are. 

I will pick the one that gets me wondering the most and tuck it safely amongst all my essentials, so that I can feel its weight and sense its company as I head out yet again to yet another unknown place.

I will leaf through its pages as the plane bides its time, let it rest open on my chest as I fall asleep under the sun lulled by the sound of waves – and then curl up with it again as night begins to fall and I have retreated into my paid cocoon, the warm lighting promising yet another illuminating and illuminated night. Me in a strange place, getting transported into yet another strange place – by the sheer force of another person’s words and imagination.

I don’t know them, but I am trusting them to take me to unknown places from where I will be able to find my way back. 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/trust/

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Happy Thanksgiving and Thank You, My American Readers

StatsFor you still make up the majority of my blog visitors, as shown by my WordPress stats. Views from my own country trail behind on a far second at 699, compared to 1506 views from the USA – since the birth of this blog middle of May this year.

It’s been a wonderful journey and I am pleasantly surprised that I have been posting consistently till now. Having the WordPress community really helps, like participating in Linda’s blogging events, and also Daily Post’s.

Thank you to all of you who have dropped by to write your comments, or to click the Like button (no matter where you are from. I even have views from countries I had never heard of, like Liechtenstein and Jersey!) That keeps me going, and reading your writing keeps me learning. I try to read and comment on other people’s blogs as much as I can too, though I often blog on the go.

So Happy Thanksgiving to all of you in the US of A. I can’t wait to come face to face with the Statue of Liberty in November next year! We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving where I come from, but giving thanks can still be a way of life. So in the spirit of the occasion, I am thankful for WordPress and the wonderful blogging community here. Blog (and write) on, everybody!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/never-too-late/

Memory

A few months ago, I started using memory foam pillows. They are said to help us sleep better, correct our posture, and hence lead to better energy levels and mental focus — if I remember the label on the packaging correctly. Oh dear this sentence is contradicting. I am supposed to have better focus mentally and yet I doubt my ability to recall correctly. Haha.

But I liked them and found them comfortable so went out and got another two for my parents. Speaking of them, now I remember I wanted to discuss a holiday together with my mom. I don’t remember the last time I went on a proper holiday with them…it must have been when I was still a child. Looks like it’s time to make some memories again with them.

It’s already the 1st of November on my part of the world. Time surely flies…and my memory of starting this blog in May is still fresh and this year has felt pretty whirlwind with so many things to savor and experience.

I wish everyone an awesome final two months of 2014. Let’s make every moment count so at the end of it we can have some sweet, gratifying memories.

This post is part of SoCS:
http://lindaghill.com/2014/10/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-114/

As Fleeting as Illumination from the Fridge

Tears shed in the dark of night

But that’s alright

As fleeting as the illumination that you get

When the door of the fridge is opened by the tempted

And the emotionally challenged

Are the trials and tribulations

Embrace the darkest nights

For light comes without fail

God has made it such

That it is dawn that breaks

Not your spirit.

 

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/trio-no-three/

Degrees and What They Mean to Me

1. Temperature
I am a tropical girl, a true blue one. I sat down to write this post only after I successfully adjusted the air conditioning temperature in the hall and rooms of this serviced apartment my family and I are staying tonight to 29 degree Celcius. Shh I hope no one noticed.

2. Education degrees
My mom obtained her Masters degree in education when she was well over 60 years old, an endeavour she embarked on just because she felt she had too much free time on her hands. It was quite sweet to see how my dad would sometimes send her to class and then sit down for a drink at the university’s cafeteria to wait for her. Incidentally, my mom’s Masters degree is from the very university where she and my dad met. Hmm I have nothing else to say about degrees…except that I have observed that having a degree is just a ticket that helps to open doors. The rest is still up to us as success is anything but automatic, even for degree holders — be they Bachelors, Masters, or PhDs. Who are we kidding anyway? Everyone knows some of the most successful people in the world are college dropouts.

3. The third degree
Outside of the police interrogation room, or formal investigations, the third degree, in my opinion, occurs only when there are control and insecurity issues involved. Ideally words and questions should be used appropriately and not too liberally. Yes even as someone who enjoys writing, and whose day job involves a great deal of writing — I swear by the economy of words.

So that brings me to the end of this post 🙂 Toodle-oo before this gets too wordy!

This post is part of SoCS:
http://lindaghill.com/2014/10/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-october-2514/

A Day with Maria and the Von Trapps

“Maria! I grew up watching you sing, dance on the hills, gaze into the eyes of the handsome Captain Von Trapp, and become an instant mother to the seven beautiful Von Trapp children!”

I am excited beyond words to live my favourite childhood scenes. The Von Trapp residence is a mammoth palace, where do I start exploring? Maria is kind enough to take me on a tour through the palatial place, showing me the room where she sang “My Favourite Things” – oh how I remember those curtains she used to make the children’s clothing for their outdoor trip!

Since I have only one day in the Sound of Music, she asks me which scene I would like to live. I choose the one where she sings “The Sound of Music” at the mountainside she grew up, before leaving her old life to become a governess to the Von Trapp children. What a delight to discover that we sing in the same key, so we both walk and run on the grass, throw pebbles into the stream, stretch our arms wide, look to the sky, and sing in perfect harmony.

The only time left for me to meet the children and the Captain is dinner, so I join them before returning to my life. How unfortunate that speaking is not allowed while eating,so there’s not much conversation, only prim and proper, restrained behavior.

I am not sure what the proper etiquette is, so I merely give everyone a polite bow before leaving.

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/fourth-wall/

The Trouble with the Intangible

If I were to compare my bedroom and laptop’s desktop, which is messier?

My pale pink bedroom walls provide the perfect backdrop for my white furniture, and plain curtains in dark purplish pink, the colour of healing bruises, sway gently in the pleasant breeze created by my ceiling fan. Pillows (yes, in different shades of pink and peach) are strewn over my bed while one book sits quietly next to one of them. On the small wooden bedside table are three more books and a magazine. My hairdryer lies on top of the pile which is a bit of an eyesore, but that will be fixed at the snap of a finger because I just need to unplug it from the power source, roll the wire neatly and tuck it inside the drawer.

Everything morning I get ready for work with the efficiency of a factory line assembly because I know just where everything is–which is right where they are supposed to be. Cosmetics and skincare on the vanity table, clothing in the wardrobe, full-length mirror smartly attached to a closet door. Cotton pads used to swipe my face with astringent are deftly thrown into the waste paper basket which is right next to my vanity stool.

So if my bedroom gets messy it is still at least organized mess because rearranging things and restoring order is so easy with the structure in place.

My laptop, in comparison, is a different challenge altogether. Organizing information seems trickier than organizing tangible physical things because I find it easier to categorize and separate things I can see and feel. The best I can do with the information on my laptop is to just organize them according to their topics and purpose, and that’s not as easy as it sounds because overlaps of categories happen often.

This is the very reason I find it much easier to describe the organization of my bedroom than that of my laptop–and this also answers the question as to which is messier. My laptop wins hands down.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/sweeping-motions/

How Do You Eat An Elephant?

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I have too many elephants staring down at me–work elephants, personal elephants. Oh gosh how do I eat them all? One bite at a time, so say the wise ones. Take this one rather complex elephant–a big project I am starting at work. It’s going to involve many different parties–many whose expertise the entire thing cannot do without. So Elephant Project, how do I eat you?

First, I need to get clear on what I want to achieve. Second, I write down all these goals. Third, I need to flesh out the work details–what exactly needs to get done, by when, in order for the goals to become a reality? Like if I want to build a showhouse from scratch with the goal of charging people to come and view it, what are the nitty gritty?

Uhhmm (yes this really requires a lot of hard thinking!), I would probably need to finalize the concept of the house, and then engage a reputable and reasonably priced, and reliable builder; and then there’s the interior decor, sourcing of materials, so on and so forth.

Fourth, armed with a clear list of work to be done, I need to set out to recruit the right people to work with me. People whose expertise, talents, and interests match the things I have on my list. Oh dear, even the recruitment process itself alone can be broken down to at least 10 steps, I reckon.

Fifth, I need to keep my eye on the ball — on all the deliverables that are being worked on by these various parties. And make sure I regularly touch base with my team members to get updates, find out what challenges are being faced, and play the part of the motivating presence (I hope)…and hopefully everything pans out well and the elephant gets eaten, digested, leaving everyone happy and satisfied in the end.

This post is part of SoCS:
http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/09/26/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-september-2714/

It’s Okay to Be Average

20140920-170618.jpgFor almost my entire life I had this fear of being average. In everything, almost everything. I had to be somebody, I had to stand out in some ways, else I felt like I did not matter.

Looking back I realize the drive to excel may not always come from the right place within ourselves. Like in my case, it came from fear…fear that I had to somewhat shine in some ways.

Today I still want to excel and give my best in everything I do. But at least now it’s motivated by the belief in my own potential, and also the desire to make a difference in my circle of influence and be a blessing to the people around me.

There is such a huge difference between striving to be outstanding because we are insecure, and just being motivated to reach for the stars because we believe we can. The latter journey is so much more fun.

This post is part of SoCS:
http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/09/19/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-september-2014/