2015 in a Bottle

Gazing blankly into the ghostly sky with its morning star hidden right behind the thick, heavy clouds, I downed my cup of espresso.  I tried to shut my thoughts and listen to the sounds around me.  I sat still in my wooden chair trying to capture some form of hope for my trusty pen to thrust its wildest dreams on.

If I could, I would.  Definitely.  I would part this sheet of paper from the book, roll it up, and then put it in a bottle – and set it free.  Well, what if I actually did?

My thoughts would have the freedom to linger off through the water surface, forever encased in its protective covering.  Hopefully it would seek refuge from raging storms, and finally meet with amicable weather in the Atlantic, before sailing smoothly into the Indian Ocean.  Perhaps, thousands of years later someone would be lucky enough to stumble upon it when it gets itself stuck in the soggy sand.

Parts of the lines are quite cheesy, and I do have to apologize, Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber, for borrowing the words in your lyrics to vent my dissatisfaction.

Thank you for calling me a bitch.  Thank you for assumming that I am a slut.  Thank you for piercing through my heart all your sharp arrows, of setting my soul to flames.  Thank you for calling me stupid, and whatever other names you felt befitting.  I have never once been that, and I shall show you that I mean it.

The players are going to play, play, play.  The haters, on the other hand, they are just going to hate, hate, hate.  What can I possibly do about that anyway.  I sort of knew you were trouble when you walked in to my life, so maybe shame on me now?  Hmmm.  All too often I was just left in blank space, baby; because all boys only want love if it’s torture, if it’s pain, if it’s hurt, and if blood oozes out from their hearts.  What do you really, really mean?  You were, in the end, the reason for the teardrops on my guitar (well, ok; it was really your guitar, but I held it with my dainty fingers sometimes).  Finally, your friends talked to my friends talked to your friends talked to me, and so we are never ever getting back together.  Not like I actually cared even.  I only have to shake it all off my head.  Yeah.  Loving you was so red, in fact forgetting you was like trying to know someone I never met.

Nevertheless, from the ashes rose a phoenix with wings so large they carried it away from the consuming fire.  I started showing gratitude and showering my appreciation on people, sometimes even people I do not even know who helped me in doing something.  I allowed myself to be as genuine as possible in dealing with the different kinds of people I have to meet everyday.  These things cannot go wrong.  As a result, I am proud of myself for having grown emotionally stronger and bolder than before.  It could be that my feelings have been numbed from the constant hurt, but my chains have been broken, and my soul has been set free.  I hope.

A few more months – just one more semester – I will be graduating!!!!  (I do wish I could insert a love icon here.)  I shall be done with my degree after a long, long time.  I should be so excited right?  Yes I am, but no, I am also not.  Oh gosh, my mind is wandering to so many places!  Life is an exciting venture, a beautiful journey bestowed upon Man.  There is no other gift more amazing than the gift of life.

This year also I am chasing time to kick off my positive psychology start-up as well.  While I am working on one SBU (strategic business unit, that is) now, I will directly after I graduate, start-up the other SBU.  Currently I am looking for sponsors and venues for investors.  It has been a crazy six months running about to widen social networks and contact suppliers, and so on, whilst studying final year.  I still have not mentioned that I am also doing sales.  Haha.  Crazy times.

I have of course had my fair share of repeating heartbreaks, but yet I did all I could to keep pushing on and on.  Whether it has got to be love, wealth, fame, or self-fulfillment, I wanted it to work out this year.  I probably went a wee bit overboard, pushing myself dangerously over the edge.  But I had already decided from early this year that I am not going to let things happen to me just like that.  I am going to make things happen to me instead.

So I just want you to know: I am fiercely fighting for whatever that is meant to be mine – my degree, my start-up, and HIM!!!!!

Never say never.  All I need to do is be patient. Perseverant.  Positive!!!!  The 3Ps!!!  Oooh – how sweet.

Red Scarlet

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I have always wondered… are writers considered artists?

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." - Albert Einstein (Photo credits by Alicia Ai Leng)

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.” – Albert Einstein (Photo credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Where knowledge seeks to understand, imagination strives to satisfy its curiosity.

If we could turn back in our journey, wherever we may be leading ourselves to, and look at the origins of the term, it would mean a “lettered person” in Old French.  On the surface level, art is about utilizing creativity and imagination to come up with something innovative, fun, and, well, creative.  Most of all, to me it means a method of self-expression, the work itself symbolizing happiness, anger, jealousy, hatred, and madness.  This does not come easy to all of us.

We express ourselves in various ways.  Some of us spin around the dance floor, some of us write songs – but some of us also prefer to keep to ourselves and let the voices in our head do the talking.  And it comes out; it comes out in shades of red, blue, yellow, and orange.  At times it comes out in streaks of the pen as the nib scribbles through a blank sheet of paper.  It gets petrifying, once in a while, especially when the mind is doing all the talking, and the poor, unfortunate pen has nothing to do but etch out the mind’s jibberish.

Hell yes, writers are artists too.  Writers of every kind dances along the lines of words, making music in his own way – the words find a certain kind of harmony, a certain kind of tango, with a high or low pitch, and then connect themselves in coherent flow.  Just catch a glimpse of Shakespeare’s work; how meticulous it was written, that till now, hundreds of years later, people are still scratching their little round heads over the meaning behind them all.

Anyway, there goes…. I have been “wearing” this hairdo for nearly a week by now – and it makes me strangely cool.  At least that is the way I think. What do you think, anyway?  Is it not a spectacular piece of art? Haha.

Breaded [sic] hair. (Photo credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Breaded [sic] hair. (Photo credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Artists have the capacity to imagine to greater heights.  They have the ability to “wow” the average human being, because that is just what they do.  Even the most famous inventors are artists, too.

So, yeah.  Writers – we are cool just like that.  We are bold.  Brave.  Courageous.  In our own silent way.

PS.:  Apparently my body needs a bit more body-rocking to get going.  Just saying.

Happy Tree Friends

Happy Tree Friends.  (Photo credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Happy Tree Friends. (Photo credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

A good tree is a happy tree, flourishing with well-trimmed leaves. It grows well, properly nurtured by Mother Nature.  The water from the damp soil seeps into its roots, flowing upwards inch by inch to every end.

Even I myself am wondering why I am using a tree as a metaphor.  You see, that is a good tree.  The branches spread out through the air in several directions with such grace.  A tree well taken care of has a good ending.  It ends well.

A good tree is therefore a happy tree.  Why?  Its needs are met. Its foundations are firmly rooted in the earth, so to speak.  All it has to do now is to spread itself around – around anything it can find.

What makes a happy tree happy, besides of good roots?  How does it stay happy?  Several components to which I could testify, no doubt.

1.  Smiling.

This does wonders to the health.  As I write this, fireworks are shooting in the pitch black sky, lighting it up a little in the process. – Diwali is tomorrow, anyhow.

It does not have to only be the self doing the smiling all the time.  It also involves making others smile, or laugh, perhaps, even.  Whichever is appropriate.

2.  Keeping things simple.

Do not think too much.  Avoid complicating matters.  Life is just as hard as it can get for the self.

3.  Living in the moment.

The mind is a wonderful gift; do not pressure it so, because there simply is no point.  Plans definitely have to be constructed, and some of them will tremble more or less.  Avoid digging the past up and let the future unfold as it wishes.

4.  Thinking happy thoughts.

Focus on thinking happy.  Run after happiness like there is no tomorrow.  Build a conceptual happiness framework in your mind: happy you, happy children, happy parents, happy clients, happy boss, happy everything.  What makes you happy?  What keeps you happy?  Do it.

5.  Surrounding yourself with happy tree friends.

They set you in the mood and share beautiful moments together.  And the happier you are, the more happy tree friends you attract.  It is all in the Law of Attraction.

6.  Acting happy.

Even if you are not happy, at least pretend.  I am serious.  There is no harm making it like you are happy although you are not.  This channels positive energy into the self, and, on a more social level, someone might be able to see your true emotions and talk you out of your suppression.  So act happy.

7.  Saying thanks with that gratitude.

Demonstrating true appreciation with whole-heartedness is totally heart-warming to even the coldest soul.  Appreciate whatever little you have, however much you may possess.  Things are much simpler this way.  Remember there are those not as fortunate as you are.

7.  Discovering the self.

Be a little bit selfish.  Forget the world for a while and do what you wish that others cannot really do.  Go for a swim in the blue oceans.  Go on a hike – or a mountain climb.  Better yet, do some bungee jumping.  Invest on knowing more of the self.  Maybe you could even skip across mountains.  You never know.

8.  Be willing.

One of the precepts of positive psychology is that you need to approach issues with an ever eager heart.  I know you may not like Justin Bieber, but just as he mentioned in his rather infamous number, never say never.

Have fun!  The world is a wide, wide place.  Allow your branches to explore.