life, love, *motherhood, and then more
Archive for April, 2009
Notice to whoever
Apr 23rd
Note this. Please read my blog before you decide that I AM A CELEBRITY BLOGGER. I am not a blogger actually. Definitely not a celebrity. Oh this? This is a place where I write whatever I want to write. I use a content management system to jot down random thoughts. In my mind's eye, no one is reading this. I don't care about companies, I don't care about products, I definitely don't actually care about attending lots and lots of functions to become 'famous'.
In a past life I used to partner with some companies and organizations to support their profit-driven causes. I sometimes do that, if I feel like it. Usually it happens only because of the following reasons:
- I know the PR agent / marketing brains behind the product /co owner as a friend, so the post is written as a favour.
- The PR agent / marketing brains behind the product/ co owner took a lot of time to 'get to know me' as a person first so he became a friend, and then I was compelled to have an intention to do the person a favour.
- I bought / experienced the product / service, somewhere, somehow, and I decided I wanted to talk to about, and I decided that I would do it here.
Someone asked me, if you don't do ads and stuff, then why do you do Nuffnang? Pick one of the reasons above. same thing.
I don't care about your company, I don't care about your product. I don't even care if I lose my readers, andneither do I care whether I get pregnant this month (I digress, don't mind me, is the married woman syndrome). The point is, I write whatever I write and I don't think anyone actually bothers, but I do care that my mailbox is stuffed with stupid invitations, and requests of 'hey I like your blog can you visit my blog and give me your opinion?'
I am an elitist and always will be one. The times I regret the most in my life are the times when I was lapping up all the 'publicity' and offered interviews, talking about my blog of all things. It's taken me months, years to get rid of the stereotype that has become me. I am trying hard, so forgive me if I get boring. But leave me out of your functions, and freebie giveaway lists. I'm a PR Consultant myself, and trust me, I know there are better ways to get creative.
Be a little more hardworking will ya? PR is not about compiling lists of e-mail addresses and massmailing everybody each time you have a 'massive event'.
Defining Love
Apr 23rd
Don't you think this is a really pretty definition of what love is?
I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into the room and smile at you.
This current life.
Apr 22nd
Five months on, a bulleted explanation of 'the life'.
- Perpetually broke – I now window shop – really. Previously I shopped. Ah.
- Marketing habits – I seek fresh, fresh, fresh all the time – chicken, fish, pork, vegetables. Yummy means very fresh. Nothing else matters.
- Cook. I cook. Wow. Super relevation.
- Hate this job – I am beginning to hate, hate, hate the sometimes late nights that comes with this. MY HUBBY IS SNORING IN OUR BEDROOM DAMN IT, and here I am becoming blind from all the reading and writing. Damn.
- Missing mom. I SO MISS HER. I miss waking up to breakfast from Mom, and I actually miss the arguments we used to have. Heh.
- Twitter addiction. Nuff said.
- Restaurant City. It is BAD, BAD, BAD but I can't get off it. All your fault, yy.
- Monthly makan sessions with buddy pals now involve me saying 'I CONTRIBUTE MY KITCHEN'. Whoa. I am da bomb.
- I stare straight into a portrait of me at my working desk. Shall not elaborate on that. Urm. Maybe a photo, another time.
- This place is really breezy (I really love my new house. I love it to bits. Because every single part of it is so thoroughly me!)
Eric's birthday is coming up and I need to get creative and think of something fun to give him. Watch this space.
Neck pains and what nots
Apr 20th
I've got a busy busy week ahead, and the whole bending over to scrutinize the words job is getting my neck into bony knots again.
Sniff.
I wish I had more time in a day. Oh no, its not that I have none. But Kill me already, Restaurant City is taking over my life!
Randomly.
This is personal space. So glad it's so.
Baby steps
Apr 19th
Life is a series of baby steps, taken in tiny stumbling movements. By the time we finally learn to 'get it right', our backs are bent, hair has greyed and eyesights worn off. Tragedy, or comedy, depending how you see it. So we try hard to remember, remember why we're here on earth, why we do the things we do, say the things we say. Some seek religious escapism, trusting in a Godly figure of some kind; many cannot decide, refuse to decide, calling themselves 'agnostics', or 'discoverers', others choose science, skeptical to the very end, and yet working so hard to 'get the facts' sorted out – except, alas, the facts are never facts, the truth is never truth – each time, something occurs – it seems real, and then that wisp of reality floats away as if in a dream. The past catches up with you so quickly, you forget you're actually living in the present, and the future, the future doesn't ever seem to make sense. So we leap before we see, trusting in empowering statements like 'Jump first, fear later', because we want to trust that by the time the fear creeps in, it's to late to pull yourself out and you have no other choice but to swim against the tide anyway. Survival's a bitch like that, it swallows you up leaving you with no choice but to be cynical.
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Or baby steps, they can be taken in pure discovery, pure wonder, choosing to feel and excavate every sensation, every breathe, every pebble with awe, opening our eyes again and again to the constant resurrection of the new world. We're living in a world and reality of deaths, yes, but we so often forget, this is also a renewing world of births. I thought it was wondrous to remind myself of that.
Shh… in the heat, the universe is telling you something.
Can't you hear?
