the good mundane

April 26, 2016 § Leave a comment

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On days I don’t have anything smart to say, I’ve decided I’d list the good things that happened instead. It’s still a form of writing, nevermind it’s potential to sound mundane. At least I’m keeping to my promise to write something daily.

The Project That Almost Got Away

Had to let my client know that since I started teaching again, I couldn’t promise I’d be able to deliver the creative content they wanted for their new website.

“I’m happy to write if you could supply me with a clear direction but if you need me to spearhead this project, I don’t think I should do it. I can’t promise you the time I’ll need to develop/research the content, and I don’t want to do shoddy work,” I explained. I was sad though. I really did want to do this project.

“We’ve discussed it with the team and we’d still like to work with you.” I received their reply an hour later. “We’ll work on our new brand and identity, do the layout, design and photography. Let us know your available hours and we’ll do our best to meet you during your available hours so we can work with you on the content.”

Dumbfounded. Really? Wow.

The Special One That Almost Got Away

“You around? I really need to talk to someone.” Eric texted me early evening. He only did that when he felt messed up inside, and there was just one reason why that could happen – problems with his current girlfriend. We talked via Skype and when I first saw his face, my heart ached. He looked awfully broken.

45 minutes later, he was laughing again.

“You’re one of the most precious people I’ve had the chance to meet in my life. I’m so thankful for you,” he smiled, before we hung up.

Likewise babe. We never had the chance to be together, being on opposite sides of the world, but the distance developed a friendship I didn’t think was possible. And while having him as my guy will never happen, it’s absolutely lovely to know he’s still in my life.

The Dinner Date That Almost Got Away

Tired, I almost sent a text to my date to cancel our appointment. I was already late after my call with Eric, and only wanted to crawl into bed and get lazy. Heaving a very large and dramatic sigh, I booked a cab instead and traveled 30 minutes to a quaint little restaurant, where I had the best burrata, wine and steak. Conversation was easy, the grappa sealed the night.

The Guy That Did Get Away

No one’s ever ghosted on me before. In fact, before it happened, I didn’t even know such a term existed.

I met George in February, and after an amazing sequence of events, found myself in a relationship when I didn’t even think it a possibility. In mid-March, he clean disappeared. No texts, calls, nada. After a month of near silence, he finally explained that he had shit he needed to deal with alone, and that he was sorry. I didn’t push for more details. Something kept me from asking.

But I still have nights I wonder what went wrong. Was it me? Did I do something? Why did this happen?

And then I wake up from my slumber of doubts to realize… life has a very interesting way of letting things happen when they should. Perhaps the Dream Maker was saving me from pain. I’m not sure.

I still miss him, but perhaps, this was for the best. Because he did teach me something about myself: I now know that if I meet the right guy, I might actually be ready for a relationship again.

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“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
― Anaïs Nin

And that is why I need to write.
It forces me to see view life again with strange, new eyes.

One where the mundane becomes good, and the bad is a source for gratitude.

life on the edge

January 26, 2012 § 2 Comments

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Dennis Maitland, a photographer from Detroit, has made a hobby of taking shots of himself posing on rooftops, with feet dangling in the air. Looking at his belly-tickling pictures, I marvel at the fact that when he first started this project titled Life On The Edge, Dennis actually had a fear of heights. He couldn’t even climb ladders past 10 feet! But with every picture he took, he overcame his fear.

copyright Dennis Maitland

A great inspiring lesson from this chap in Detroit.

red lipstick

September 26, 2011 § 4 Comments

Today, I had only one goal: clear out the office.

Over the past few weeks of preparations for the dance performance that just passed, the upcoming Christmas event and next year’s big show in February, our office had gradually become a store room – two mannequin busts, a circular clothing rack, bags and bags of cloth samples and two prototypes of costumes/props – I could barely walk a straight line from one end to the other. And since everyone was out for the day, I had the space to myself.

Just for kicks, I decided to dress for the occasion: I wore bright red lipstick. Not your run-of-the-mill dark red or deep red though. It was a shocking pink/red that was such fun to put on, as if donning on a persona.

Oooh yeah! The glamorous office cleaner!

What I didn’t expect though, was the reaction people gave me when my lips were brighter than, well, everything else around me. Passers-by would unabashedly stare, colleagues from other departments would look quizzically at me or worse, react as one would when you talk to a friend with a booger on her face. Except I had no booger! I just had red lipstick on.

‘I’m distracted by your lips!’ a friend exclaimed, midway through our chat.

‘Why so dolled up today?’ a dancer asked.

‘You look… really nice.’ the Hubby said.

‘You look old.’ the little ones laughed.

Oh well. It was fun and because of that, I’ve decided to make it my red lipstick week. I wonder what other reactions I’ll get? That said, I accomplished two marvelous things today: the office is much cleaner now, and I tried something new.

state of wonder #1

March 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

A Pirate-ship bedroom!!

Okay, this doesn’t actually count as I didn’t take these pictures but gosh! It’s so awesome I just had to share it with everyone…

Designer Steve Kuhl ful­fills every boy’s (and girl’s) fan­tasy with this insanely cool pirate ship bed­room…

I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow the desire to sleep in my fantasies.

To see more pictures, head here. You WILL be awed.

state of wonder

March 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

Woke up, washed the night away.
Made food disappear, painted my face.
Smelt the rain, rode on wheels
Pulled strings together, just like I did before.
Is there something wonderful, every single day?

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The less we see the world around us, the faster the day passes by. I only noticed this phenomenon today as I tried to fill in my personal time sheet for last week. It scared me that I simply could not remember what I did a mere four days before.

Awakened to the fact that my moments were well and truly buried in the grave, I began watching and living in the now, purposefully noting people’s mannerisms, the words they said, food we ate, the chair I sat on… and the oddest thing happened. I grew happier. People are such funny creatures…

What would it be like if I were to live in a perpetual state of wonder? I asked myself. Will the world become a colour-filled playground for my fantasies? Will I find myself exchanging distrust and cynicism for belief?

I’m not sure if there’s a point to this exercise, but I’m going to try. I’ll find one thing each day to be mesmerized with and hopefully, be able to document it here. There’s nothing to lose. After all… if nothing changes, I’m already familiar with this life I know as mine.

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Interestingly, I chanced upon this post by Seth Godin, that also talked about wonder (and anger).

What caused you wonder today?

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