Posted in Sense, tagged Thoughtful on July 19, 2010| 2 Comments »
At this moment, I am sitting still when I should be running in 2912 directions. Or okay… maybe just seven directions. But the point is, I really shouldn’t be sitting still. Life is waiting for me and I should be taking those two remaining steps towards it.
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But then, I would really like to just sit down with myself right now because there is this question I have been avoiding…
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“If I find what I cannot have, should I want it?”
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Posted in Write On, tagged Thoughtful on July 2, 2010| 9 Comments »
Salam Mesra, thank you and big hugs from Moscow to my dear readers in…
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Those in places I did not mention, write to me and complain, please? 🙂
I might come and visit you to deliver the hugs in person.
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*Credit to TraceMyIP.com for making it possible for me to know where I am read from.
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Posted in Travel, tagged Thoughtful on April 22, 2010| 2 Comments »
It must have been the Prairie air, the open space and Mom’s homemade bread. It must have been. For the first time in many many years, I get to enjoy my days and nights thinking about nothing. Yes, thinking about nothing.
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All these years I have been extremely busy thinking about something all the time. Anything at anytime. Never nothing. Always something. But now, here… though I am still actively thinking all the time, I am not bound to any particular thought at a time. I deal with one thought when I have to. Even then, I haven’t really had to.
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It is, for lack of a newer and a more bombastic word… a bliss! Just like being out there in the fields of gold, the Prairie bed.
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A bliss.
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So who painted my moon black?
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Posted in Write On, tagged Thoughtful on February 1, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I was laughing so hard this morning when I got KaCher’s message that I had to kick myself to stop laughing. And I kicked myself so hard this morning when I realized how silly it was that I had to laugh about it.
I sent KaCher a note last night with the thought to give her Julia’s phone number before I forgot all about it. Guess what? Before I forgot, I did remember. And in the note to remember to give KaCher Julia’s phone number, I forgot to give KaCher Julia’s phone number!
KaCher sent me a reply which I received this morning to let me know that I indeed forgot to give her Julia’s phone number. Only then that I relized that I, in remembering to give KaCher Julia’s phone number before I forgot, I forgot.
I will remember this for the rest of my life in case I forget.
Posted in Write On, tagged Thoughtful on January 26, 2010| 4 Comments »
Posted in Persona, Travel, tagged Butterfly, Thoughtful on June 20, 2009| 1 Comment »
There is something nice about me that is nice for you to know. Hopefully I can get around to fessing it up nicely within the next sentence or two, or within the next paragraph. But when I tell you this nice thing about me, my niceness will probably not seem as nice anymore to you. I am a bit torn here to tell or not to tell. Ahhh well!
I am, by virtue, a very thoughtful person. I think about others – the people I carry in my heart – when I travel. My thoughtfulness will exceed the speed limit or passengers seating capacity especially when I go to souvenir shops. Everything I see will have a name on it: KaCher, LilSis, Mom & Dad, Blaire & Meagan, Cik Nan, Bibik, Cik Rome, Neil, Lish, Chin, Nor, Kanaga, Sia Peng, Anne George, Yanie (not in alphabetical order). Everyone!
And then everywhere I go, every little place I visit… I imagine who would like it. And I’d start looking for postcards to send to the people who would ‘miss’ what I just see. Like that butterfly postcard I sent to Lindt from the Butterfly Park tucked somewhere in Florida I visited in 2003. I knew she would appreciate it the most as I could not think of anyone else who loved butterflies more than I did.
But that’s just one nice story to hide the so many not so nice stories about my nice-but-not-so-nice thoughtfulness. I am thoughtful when I travel. I think about everyone and I buy souvenirs for (almost) everyone. But… I never give the souvenirs away! (Oh no!) I still keep them. (Oh noooo!) And I have no intentions of giving them away now though I have made my confession! (Oh noooooooooooo!)
Maybe I should go hide behind my souvenir chests!
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