I will refrain from putting out any negativity on my blog, Twitter, Facebook, etc. It's just not worth it and I have to be the bigger person about anything. It is one thing to not let someone get away with something when they don't deserve to, and it's another to fight a senseless battle with an unworthy opponent.
I've known this all along, but now I shall exercise said knowledge.
My new way of venting shall be through music and dancing... WHOO!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Cater to You... NOT
So I have a really short rant that I just want to put out there.
People need to STOP F***ING:
* CATERING TO OTHER PEOPLE!
* BEING SO SELFISH & SELF-ABSORBED!
* BEING SO OBNOXIOUS AND/OR OBLIVIOUS!
It's one thing to accept people for who they are and let them be, just don't be around me.
This is a story of strangers and friends. the real world where people stopped being polite, and started being real -- and that really bugs the s*** out of me.
There will be no more and no less than what you see here.
People need to STOP F***ING:
* CATERING TO OTHER PEOPLE!
* BEING SO SELFISH & SELF-ABSORBED!
* BEING SO OBNOXIOUS AND/OR OBLIVIOUS!
It's one thing to accept people for who they are and let them be, just don't be around me.
This is a story of strangers and friends. the real world where people stopped being polite, and started being real -- and that really bugs the s*** out of me.
There will be no more and no less than what you see here.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Vanity
Sometimes I think I shouldn't have a blog because I don't update often... or that maybe I'm writing publicly in vain, and I should just resort to the pen and paper diary format I was oft-familiar with for so many years.
Then I remember that I am writing for an audience of at least one, and that's me, and that's all that matters. Of course, I like sharing my thoughts, but really -- writing is a release for me. I just go through periods where I need it more than others.
I think of my blogging as an act of positivity, but I can't help but think that for some, it's one of vanity. I don't write for sport, but for sanity. I just irks me when I see a word, a sentence, a blurb that screams, "Look at me! Look at me!" People should pay attention because they want to, not because you're making them.
The most electrifying people are unaware of the affect they have on others, inadvertently making their presence known. Something about being natural is so appealing, about being real that is so attractive. It's a maturity that you can't learn -- you either have it or you don't.
Do I have it? Well... I don't know, to be quite honest. Really though, a little vanity saves the sanity. It's only human. But if I say I have it, then I'm completely aware of it and it's not as natural as the ideal in my mind. If I say I don't, then maybe I'm just admitting to being self-absorbed and attention-starved.
Only those around me know and whatever it is I'm doing, I must not be doing such a bad job, because I'm still surrounded by those I love and love me back, and that alone is a happy enough life for me.
Then I remember that I am writing for an audience of at least one, and that's me, and that's all that matters. Of course, I like sharing my thoughts, but really -- writing is a release for me. I just go through periods where I need it more than others.
I think of my blogging as an act of positivity, but I can't help but think that for some, it's one of vanity. I don't write for sport, but for sanity. I just irks me when I see a word, a sentence, a blurb that screams, "Look at me! Look at me!" People should pay attention because they want to, not because you're making them.
The most electrifying people are unaware of the affect they have on others, inadvertently making their presence known. Something about being natural is so appealing, about being real that is so attractive. It's a maturity that you can't learn -- you either have it or you don't.
Do I have it? Well... I don't know, to be quite honest. Really though, a little vanity saves the sanity. It's only human. But if I say I have it, then I'm completely aware of it and it's not as natural as the ideal in my mind. If I say I don't, then maybe I'm just admitting to being self-absorbed and attention-starved.
Only those around me know and whatever it is I'm doing, I must not be doing such a bad job, because I'm still surrounded by those I love and love me back, and that alone is a happy enough life for me.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Starting Over
It seems I'm not upholding my deal to myself in posting regularly, but subjectively, regular is a relative notion and for me, I guess this is fitting. =)
Without going too great into detail, all I can say is I'm at a point in my life where I can start over, where I want to start over. Start what over? I don't quite know just yet...
Without an explanation as to when exactly the epiphany came, without any rhyme or reason, it's just my intuition. Call it productive, impulsive or even desperate. Maybe I'm chasing a dream I've always had, but was always too busy to acknowledge.
All I know is I've been spending the past few weeks getting busy:
* I've picked up my guitar and only put it down when my yet-to-be-callused fingertips refuse to go on.
* I've learned one song thoroughly. Now, if only I can make it sound good.
* I've started the P90X workout program. No pain, no gain, right?
* I'm slowly finishing moving in. Yes, I realize I moved in September.
* I paid off one credit card bill.
* I've started reading for pleasure again. Somewhat spiteful for all those years of required reading.
* I started my cross-stitching again and it's coming along... slowly, but nicely all the same.
* Enjoyed my first inauguration in a REALLY long time.
A few other internal changes, none I'd like to share at the moment, but I'm feeling positive.
I'm feeling a few other things too, but for now, this should suffice as an entry, no?
"They must often change, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom." ~Confucius
Without going too great into detail, all I can say is I'm at a point in my life where I can start over, where I want to start over. Start what over? I don't quite know just yet...
Without an explanation as to when exactly the epiphany came, without any rhyme or reason, it's just my intuition. Call it productive, impulsive or even desperate. Maybe I'm chasing a dream I've always had, but was always too busy to acknowledge.
All I know is I've been spending the past few weeks getting busy:
* I've picked up my guitar and only put it down when my yet-to-be-callused fingertips refuse to go on.
* I've learned one song thoroughly. Now, if only I can make it sound good.
* I've started the P90X workout program. No pain, no gain, right?
* I'm slowly finishing moving in. Yes, I realize I moved in September.
* I paid off one credit card bill.
* I've started reading for pleasure again. Somewhat spiteful for all those years of required reading.
* I started my cross-stitching again and it's coming along... slowly, but nicely all the same.
* Enjoyed my first inauguration in a REALLY long time.
A few other internal changes, none I'd like to share at the moment, but I'm feeling positive.
I'm feeling a few other things too, but for now, this should suffice as an entry, no?
"They must often change, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom." ~Confucius
Friday, January 9, 2009
Time: Friend or Enemy?
One day, I come into my 9-5er (exciting already, I know) and I get a hundred things done and feel my due freedom is close in coming. Hmm...
11:45 AM
So, I bulldoze through another pile of work and... strange...
12:23 PM
I begrudgingly take an early lunch, just hoping that if I chew slowly enough, I'll fall into an hour-long daze of digestion.
1:04 PM
By now, I'm thoroughly disappointed, and continue to hope my plight will soon be resolved... but then I'm irked.
I'm irked that time is selfish and goes on whether you're ready or not. I'm irked because time mindf**** you into thinking vicious, viscous, days like these are to be dreaded and "days so fun, it was all a blur" should be routine.
To an extent, I agree. Who wants to put in longer hours at work (or so it feels) or who doesn't enjoy those adventures that leave you in a euphoric daze?
I'm just irked because I have yet to find a way to control time, to better savor each moment worth savoring, to somehow make every moment worth savoring. Life has been going on for billions of years and our time now is just a chronological blip.
I hope that my blip is spent with dear friends and family, fulfilling my list of things-to-do-in-life, and loving everyone and everything as Vietca-ly possible.
The dinosaurs went out with a bang, why shouldn't we? Erm... well, not quite the same way they went out. A lot less incendiary -- or so I hope.
11:45 AM
So, I bulldoze through another pile of work and... strange...
12:23 PM
I begrudgingly take an early lunch, just hoping that if I chew slowly enough, I'll fall into an hour-long daze of digestion.
1:04 PM
By now, I'm thoroughly disappointed, and continue to hope my plight will soon be resolved... but then I'm irked.
I'm irked that time is selfish and goes on whether you're ready or not. I'm irked because time mindf**** you into thinking vicious, viscous, days like these are to be dreaded and "days so fun, it was all a blur" should be routine.
To an extent, I agree. Who wants to put in longer hours at work (or so it feels) or who doesn't enjoy those adventures that leave you in a euphoric daze?
I'm just irked because I have yet to find a way to control time, to better savor each moment worth savoring, to somehow make every moment worth savoring. Life has been going on for billions of years and our time now is just a chronological blip.
I hope that my blip is spent with dear friends and family, fulfilling my list of things-to-do-in-life, and loving everyone and everything as Vietca-ly possible.
The dinosaurs went out with a bang, why shouldn't we? Erm... well, not quite the same way they went out. A lot less incendiary -- or so I hope.
Friday, January 2, 2009
2009 Buttons
The death of Claiborne Pell. The life of Benjamin Button. What kind of tone does this set for my 2009? My scattered thoughts at the moment?
Death is morbid to say the least, but it should be a time to recognize great people for their achievements, and when they die, it's a bittersweet moment. We reminisce about their life and remember the historic niche they filled, and once again, we can thank them for it.
Pell grants help put statistics through college.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button allowed me to see how similar life and death really are. We start and end our lives frail and helpless, but we control what happens in between. We are taught how to miss loved ones who pass on in our lives, remember those who pass through it and leave a lasting impression on those we encounter.
Onto lighter subject matter, I hear that those who ring in the new year with you will play a significant role in your life in the coming year. I hit the ground running on Day 1. Here's looking forward to what I anticipate to be a memorable 364 days.
"I saw a movie, it just wasn't the same 'cause it was happy, and I was sad and..."
Death is morbid to say the least, but it should be a time to recognize great people for their achievements, and when they die, it's a bittersweet moment. We reminisce about their life and remember the historic niche they filled, and once again, we can thank them for it.
Pell grants help put statistics through college.
- 13 million single parents in the US -- 84% of them are women
- 28% of these women live in poverty with their children
- Only 32% of US undergraduates are minorities
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button allowed me to see how similar life and death really are. We start and end our lives frail and helpless, but we control what happens in between. We are taught how to miss loved ones who pass on in our lives, remember those who pass through it and leave a lasting impression on those we encounter.
Onto lighter subject matter, I hear that those who ring in the new year with you will play a significant role in your life in the coming year. I hit the ground running on Day 1. Here's looking forward to what I anticipate to be a memorable 364 days.
"I saw a movie, it just wasn't the same 'cause it was happy, and I was sad and..."
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