Friday, January 29, 2016
What About What I Want
I want a Louis Vuitton Speedy Bandouliere 35 Monogram or Damier Ebene. I want to go all around Ireland and live there for free for at least a month. I want to eat and watch movies for a living. I want to lose 50 lbs. and look good in tight fitting clothes and swimwear. I want to have radiant, flawless skin. I want a celestial body named after me. I want to wear heels all day everyday and not feel pain. I want to travel to Korea, Japan, Canada, Australia, the UK, Cambodia, Vietnam, Italy, France, Czech Republic, Brazil. I want to fly first class. I want to take a selfie with Ethan Hawke and Henry Cavill. I want passion. I want to be good on the drums. I want to have a decked out home office. I want a free lifetime subscription to Netflix and iFlix. I want the perfect little black dress that will make me look like a million bucks every time I wear it. I want to take a long, leisurely shower with absolutely no distractions and interruptions. I want to hibernate in a 4-star hotel room with a king-size bed, round the clock room service at no extra cost, and the fluffiest pillows and duvet in the world. I want the latest iPhone and MacBook Pro. I want to use a skateboard with no fear. I want to sing a duet with Gary Lightbody and our song goes to #1 on iTunes and the Billboard charts. I want perfect-fitting, flattering jeans. I want a kick-ass kitchen. I want to go to the supermarket and fill the cart without having to worry about how much it's all going to cost. I want to be adored, acknowledged, complimented, desired, loved. I want to go shopping whenever I want. I want Luna to grow up responsible, respectful, grounded, successful, healthy, beautiful. I want more kids. I want a happy home. I want to want for nothing.
Friday, February 20, 2015
Happy 35th Birthmonth To Me
February is a very special month because, for one, it’s my birth month. Also, there’s Valentine’s and, just yesterday, the Lunar New Year. It’s a happy time indeed; definitely my favorite month of the year.
With my 35th birthday coming up, I was thinking I should dedicate the whole month of February to doing 35 acts of kindness. Some are well thought-out, some random, and some maybe not even planned at all. After I’ve accomplished all 35, I shall make a consolidated list and post it on my other blog One Flexible Volunteer. In the meantime, I hope to write about each one in detail here on the F Word.
Now, let me be clear, I’m not suggesting that anyone should limit their kindness to just a finite number of kind acts (i.e. 35 acts of kindness this month, zero the next). In fact, we should all do acts of kindness every day, every chance we get. After all, it’s the least we can do.
I consider this as my gift to the world, no matter how small or insignificant they seem to be in the grand scheme of things. The way I see it, doing something good for one person is better than doing nothing. And maybe, just maybe, that person can make a difference in another’s, and so on and so forth. “It only takes a spark to get a fire going.” I’ve always truly believed in that. And to be able to share this with all of you brings so much joy to me. I could only wish that you, whoever and wherever you are, can make your own list of acts of kindness. They don't have to be grand; small acts will surely go a long way.
With my 35th birthday coming up, I was thinking I should dedicate the whole month of February to doing 35 acts of kindness. Some are well thought-out, some random, and some maybe not even planned at all. After I’ve accomplished all 35, I shall make a consolidated list and post it on my other blog One Flexible Volunteer. In the meantime, I hope to write about each one in detail here on the F Word.
Now, let me be clear, I’m not suggesting that anyone should limit their kindness to just a finite number of kind acts (i.e. 35 acts of kindness this month, zero the next). In fact, we should all do acts of kindness every day, every chance we get. After all, it’s the least we can do.
I consider this as my gift to the world, no matter how small or insignificant they seem to be in the grand scheme of things. The way I see it, doing something good for one person is better than doing nothing. And maybe, just maybe, that person can make a difference in another’s, and so on and so forth. “It only takes a spark to get a fire going.” I’ve always truly believed in that. And to be able to share this with all of you brings so much joy to me. I could only wish that you, whoever and wherever you are, can make your own list of acts of kindness. They don't have to be grand; small acts will surely go a long way.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Firelight - My Life According To Snow Patrol
I did this once upon a time, but I have no idea where it is now. Nor do I remember if I gave the same answers. Probably not because some of these songs were just released in the last couple of years. Incidentally, someone tagged me on Facebook not too long ago, asking me to do this. I thought, what the heck, it'll be fun.1 You should do it, too!
Using only song names from one artist, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think.
Pick Your Artist: SNOW PATROL2
Are you male or female: SAME
Describe yourself: I AM AN ASTRONAUT
How do you feel about yourself: WOW
Describe where you currently live: AN OLIVE GROVE FACING THE SEA
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: NEW YORK3
Your favorite form of transportation: IF THERE'S A ROCKET TIE ME TO IT
Your best friend is: THE PRESIDENT
Your favorite color is: BLACK AND BLUE
What's the weather like: CRACK THE SHUTTERS
Favorite time of day: THE LIGHTNING STRIKE
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: VELOCITY GIRL
What is life to you: SWEET LITTLE MYSTERY
What is the best advice you have to give: THIS ISN'T EVERYTHING YOU ARE
If you could change your name, what would it be: STARFIGHTER PILOT
Your favorite food is: CHOCOLATE4
Thought for the Day: WHEN IT'S ALL OVER WE STILL HAVE TO CLEAR UP
How you would like to die: DISASTER BUTTON
My soul's present condition: YOU COULD BE HAPPY
The faults I can bear: SPITTING GAMES5
My motto: JUST SAY YES
1 "It'll be fun" - this will be my battle cry from here on out.↩
2 I've been in love with their music since '06. Was fortunate to exchange correspondences with them via MySpace in '07. Finally got to see them live in concert in '12 while 8 months pregnant. My baby didn't seem to mind.↩
3 Of course, New York. I would've said Ireland, but ironically, these gifted Irish boys have never written a song entitled Ireland.↩
4 There couldn't have been a better answer for this.↩
5 I have been spit on, yes. Landed on my foot, thank God.↩
Using only song names from one artist, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think.
Pick Your Artist: SNOW PATROL2
Are you male or female: SAME
Describe yourself: I AM AN ASTRONAUT
How do you feel about yourself: WOW
Describe where you currently live: AN OLIVE GROVE FACING THE SEA
If you could go anywhere, where would you go: NEW YORK3
Your favorite form of transportation: IF THERE'S A ROCKET TIE ME TO IT
Your best friend is: THE PRESIDENT
Your favorite color is: BLACK AND BLUE
What's the weather like: CRACK THE SHUTTERS
Favorite time of day: THE LIGHTNING STRIKE
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: VELOCITY GIRL
What is life to you: SWEET LITTLE MYSTERY
What is the best advice you have to give: THIS ISN'T EVERYTHING YOU ARE
If you could change your name, what would it be: STARFIGHTER PILOT
Your favorite food is: CHOCOLATE4
Thought for the Day: WHEN IT'S ALL OVER WE STILL HAVE TO CLEAR UP
How you would like to die: DISASTER BUTTON
My soul's present condition: YOU COULD BE HAPPY
The faults I can bear: SPITTING GAMES5
My motto: JUST SAY YES
1 "It'll be fun" - this will be my battle cry from here on out.↩
2 I've been in love with their music since '06. Was fortunate to exchange correspondences with them via MySpace in '07. Finally got to see them live in concert in '12 while 8 months pregnant. My baby didn't seem to mind.↩
3 Of course, New York. I would've said Ireland, but ironically, these gifted Irish boys have never written a song entitled Ireland.↩
4 There couldn't have been a better answer for this.↩
5 I have been spit on, yes. Landed on my foot, thank God.↩
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Giddy Up
My name is Fritz and this is my first attempt to writing anything in the last, err, I don't know, I can't even count anymore. I've been with Blogger since 2007 and I don't think I've blogged about anything remotely interesting since, well, let's call it "The Great Depression." Go to my old blog, you'll know what I mean. I'm a website copywriter, too; website owners pay me to write original copies for them. So, you can see how that's a problem for me.
No, it isn't writer's block. It isn't just writer's block, to tell you frankly. It's a slew of things; excuses, reasons, happenstances really. I was working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Until I downgraded to just 4 hours a day, 5 days a week. THEN I started missing deadlines and, as a result, I was not getting paid for work I wasn't doing. Rightfully so. I tried to get my groove back, but it was too late at that point. I got pregnant, which was nothing short of a miracle. But the whole experience, no matter how happy it made everyone, just made it hard for me to get any work done. Life, the good and the bad side of it, got in the way. I know that doesn't justify anything. But that's what happened.
I miss writing, that's another motivator right there. Lately, I've been feeding my brain with so much fiction, so much stories from other storytellers that I kind of forgot how to tell my own story, my own non-fiction. I'd like to change all that. I have no idea how, but this is a good place to start, I think. I'm bidding adieu to my old blog and starting a new one. A fresh start. A clean slate. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. A bajillion tons of ashes.
Consider this as the first step to get back on the horse. A wee tiny horse, sure. Like a cob - those cute chubby Hobbit horses they used in the Peter Jackson movies. Ok, fine, a donkey (happy?). I just want to get out of this rut. I don't want to be idle anymore. I want to make my mark in this infinite cyberworld. I want to wake the sleeping dragon, revive the creativity and the eagerness I once had, and write. Write exceptionally well. LIVE exceptionally well. I would very much like for my daughter to look back one day and tell me, "You're a friggin' amazing writer, Mothergoose." Yes, those exact words.
No, it isn't writer's block. It isn't just writer's block, to tell you frankly. It's a slew of things; excuses, reasons, happenstances really. I was working 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Until I downgraded to just 4 hours a day, 5 days a week. THEN I started missing deadlines and, as a result, I was not getting paid for work I wasn't doing. Rightfully so. I tried to get my groove back, but it was too late at that point. I got pregnant, which was nothing short of a miracle. But the whole experience, no matter how happy it made everyone, just made it hard for me to get any work done. Life, the good and the bad side of it, got in the way. I know that doesn't justify anything. But that's what happened.
I miss writing, that's another motivator right there. Lately, I've been feeding my brain with so much fiction, so much stories from other storytellers that I kind of forgot how to tell my own story, my own non-fiction. I'd like to change all that. I have no idea how, but this is a good place to start, I think. I'm bidding adieu to my old blog and starting a new one. A fresh start. A clean slate. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. A bajillion tons of ashes.
Consider this as the first step to get back on the horse. A wee tiny horse, sure. Like a cob - those cute chubby Hobbit horses they used in the Peter Jackson movies. Ok, fine, a donkey (happy?). I just want to get out of this rut. I don't want to be idle anymore. I want to make my mark in this infinite cyberworld. I want to wake the sleeping dragon, revive the creativity and the eagerness I once had, and write. Write exceptionally well. LIVE exceptionally well. I would very much like for my daughter to look back one day and tell me, "You're a friggin' amazing writer, Mothergoose." Yes, those exact words.
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