As part of my new year’s resolution, I had decided to learn to control my anger and in turn, started to look out for ways to approach it: through reading, finding a meditation class, and taking time out from work. I’ve recognized that my anger comes from a direct contact with stupidity, ignorance, laziness, and inappropriate behavior. But we all know that these behavior exist and cannot be avoided.
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What Is A Job But A Game?
A job is a job is a job.
At the end of the day, you know you need it to pay the bills.
Growing up, my parents never talked about being happy or fulfilled at their job. They only worked to feed us, to have a roof over our head, to have a car to drive us around. When I got to high school, there started to be guest speakers who talked about being happy at a job.
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Reasons Why I’m a Quiz Addict
A quiz I helped designed for an old job. That was the fun old times.
I love quizzes. I can’t get enough of them. If I could, I would spend all day taking all sorts of quizzes. Once I start, I cannot stop. It’s such an addiction. Worst is when I find a quiz I like while at work, and find myself spending my entire lunch break taking quizzes. (Where was that sandwich I bought? Hmmm…)
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Busy is a Decision
Debbie Millman: 10 Things I Wish I Knew Sooner Rather Than Later
Recently, I went to a talk about rejection—in particular, how rejection can shape your life, hosted by Designers + Geeks. The speaker was Debbie Millman, the president of AIGA. She spoke candidly about her experiences that led up to her role, with lots of fun and sad and poignant anecdote.
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Empty Compliments and Empty Pockets
I always believed that love would be enough to keep a relationship binding. I believed that if I loved him enough, maybe even more a smidgeon more than him, I could keep the relationship together. I would shower him with compliments, praises, and gifts, and all my love. Isn’t that what all the movies have shown?
But as I grew up and had my own relationships and watched others’ relationship, I started to see that love is never enough. It’s enough only during the happy and stable moments. But what happens when you are in a financial strait or emotional trauma?
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Turning 30 in less than 24 hours
Technically, I finished my writing challenge already. However, I haven’t quite hit 30 so this is my last post as a 29 years old!
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Goals for 30
My goals for 30 are simple mostly because I want to enjoy life spontaneously and not constantly with a planned out list. If you don’t know me by now, I love lists. I love making them, checking them off, re-reading them. When I feel lost or bored with life, I go back to my lists and re-focus.
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Have Happiness, Will Travel
My goal in life has never been to have a family or get married. And it’s still pretty true. I want a child, I want love, but if I don’t have any of them, my life doesn’t end there. It goes on.
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If I were…
As I am nearing the end of my writing challenge, I find myself blocked. It’s one of those insanely awful road block for the creative mind. And worse, work has completely fried my brain for the week.
So to keep up with some creativity, I always do some writing practicing, using metaphors to create a persona.
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How I Met Mr. Darcy
I love listening to couples recount their first meeting, especially those with mileage. More often than naught, the stories are retold with an element of comedy.
One man said he would never marry an Italian woman but his wife of 40+ years is this soft spoken, gentle Italian woman, one-of-a-kind! How romantic that their first encounter was on a beach in Somalia where she was teaching and he was working.
A friend told me that her now husband stared at her the first time they met but never approached her. He got her number from a friend and they wrote long, long emails.
Sometimes, I wish love letters still existed.
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