thoughts of the skinny jeans
skinny saw what was coming.. stood stiff.. frightened to the core.
to be able to be compatible with it is close to impossible.
but … something can always be done.
hehe
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i do not aspire to wear skinny jeans. i know it will never look good on me. BUT, i do wish i lost a little more weight. 
i feel so FLABulous right now. 
Young and incompetent
Can you blame man if he rants about corruption? Can you blame man if he is never happy with his or her superiors? Unhappiness and silent hostility of one towards a superior is not uncommon. It is as normal as the sun rising and setting. It is as rampant as the spread of dengue attacks. And it is as often battled as racism. Tell me, haven’t you had your own moments with your own boss? Weren’t there times wherein a superior used his or her powers just to get rid of undesirables in her group. I bet you this happens almost everyday.
The problem with having un-mentored youth take hold of a high position is that at some point they have this warped sense of how they should run things. Often it comes close to being tyrannical as they believe their way is the right way. Although this is not always true, but this, however, is very common.
I say, there IS a lack of good mentors and examples for good leadership. Sure, the principles have been laid out. Theories and some ideal samples of a good leader have been provided in leadership camps and such. But I still think that there could be more that can be done. Otherwise whatever it is they are doing, it is not exactly doing anything good.
Nobody is every happy with their job. That is pretty much true. Man’s innate nature of discontent makes one itch for that unscratchable place. But, great leaders would be a HUGE perk and would make an employee’s stay worthwhile. Right?
I leave you with a quote from the source of my rant. This comes from somebody who believes that his/her intellect surpasses ours, and that we are mere stupid lowlifes lucky to have gotten our job.
(When forwarded an email on the signs of incompetent leader.. one of the responses is below)
“Why would I back up an incompetent staff? That would only show that I am incompetent as well.”
*nuff said.
writing therapy
Will revelations never cease?
Today, I learned that writing IS, indeed, my special form of therapy in dealing with whatsoever I am going through. A busy girl like me surely needs some form of release after all the agitation, excitement, and sometimes a bore my life can be. Maybe this is the only therapy I can afford right now in order to save myself from biting off people’s heads whenever stress wins the day. Yes, I have gone to that part of the ocean and back.
sometimes I tend to write more about my feelings, especially of late. And why not? Besides, this more or less serves as my diary… some quick access to my thoughts and what I have been doing. But then again, it is not exactly healthy, is it? Sometimes I dwell to much on my feelings therefore I am unable to do anything about it. But then again, I am myself.
Sometimes I just need to rant, curse, shout, scream, and let everything out. Please understand that this is just the way that I am.
I haven’t learned anything interesting today. Not much really.. just some eye openers and things to do. Tomorrow is a loooong day that I have to go on. Especially since I have to go on a different shift… *sigh* the pain.. ahh but all for a good cause – I think.
It used to be that I could write a full page in Microsoft Word about my day and how it is, or what I am going through. But now, hah! I cannot even manage to write a couple of paragraphs let alone something cool. Not now… but maybe later.
I would not want my writing to go to waste.
XOXO
Moolah churnin
Sometimes you just don’t get lucky in life – I guess. Nothing seems to go right, and all you have is just yourself and your sanity to save.
With the growing need to get ourselves out of the deeper than 6 feet hole that is poverty, we turn to all forms of money making schemes with a hit-and-miss technique. Some people, though, have that golden hand or so, and things go right their way. But some people, such as myself, just keep on missing.
Milk is too costly these days and I have turned to some tricks just to try to earn a couple of more. A sideline or raket to others is a good enough thing just to earn a little more. Probably a little extra cash so I can have a decent meal at work, and for more noble intentions, some moolah generating just to help the in laws as they are in deeper trouble than I am in. seriously.
And yet, I almost always fail. *sigh* but I just cannot give up, right? I refuse to! And even though I am worn out, I just have to think that whatever it is I am doing, it is for a good cause. Not only is it for my family, but I am also trying to help people who really need it the most.
And yet…sometimes I just think… what can I do..? from what I am doing, I have been wasting time, money, and energy on a project that has not exactly been profitable. I turn to pieces of advice on the web. And these have been helpful but not as much as I had hoped. And so, the quest continues…
How do you crack a nut?
You must miss your life. I understand. It’s so clear to me. I miss mine, too. But probably not as much as you, and I probably have adapted to this life already. But I don’t know when you will.
There is something I need of this life. And that includes you. My problem is in getting to a core point for you to understand what I am trying to say. Women almost always have to go around in circles while you, men, have to have things said directly. Like an arrow shot at bull’s eye. Direct. Straight to the goddamned point.
See, women often need for you to understand how everything falls into place in the environment they want. We need for you to understand how every little thing is important, and what it contributes to in order to make us happy. We are not necessarily picky, but we tend to be idealistic on certain things, and that includes life. We do not necessarily mean that ALL of these things should be there, but an effort would be lovely.
But how can I make you understand? You, who already has his head in outer space, probably thinking of things you wish were happening, thinking of better things to do. How can a woman penetrate into the brain of a preoccupied man?
Does one strip and dance sensually just to get his attention? Try to talk to him while between sheets? Does one try to talk to you through the stomach? Trying to make sure things are clear amidst heaps of food and goodies? Or does one simply leave an email? Hoping that one day you might think of opening your email and then read my thoughts and prayers.
Ahh men! Such tough nuts to crack!
