Monthly Archives: April 2014
Live to Write, Write to Live!
In Search of the Perfect Writer’s Home Office:
As I mentioned last week, I’m moving next Saturday. Our new place is about six hundred square feet (give or take) smaller than the place we’re in now, so downsizing is the name of the game. I’m fine with this (even excited about it), except for one thing: my desk.
My work desk is a huge drafting table. It sits up high, has a span of nearly five feet, and is a remnant of my (much) younger days when I thought I was going to be a visual artist. Though I haven’t sketched much in the last twenty years, I kept the desk. I like it partly because I can spread out, but mostly because there’s space for two cat beds. Having one or both of my feline companions curled up within arm’s reach is, without doubt, my favorite thing about…
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Realize something before it’s too late!
Let me tell you about fear. It’s poison. It’s poison for your mind. It makes you lose control, it makes you freeze, it makes you take the wrong decision. When you let fear take over, you’re just an echo of your former self. An empty shadow and nothing more.
But we’re all afraid, aren’t we? Even the brave are afraid. There’s no such thing as fearless. There’s always something to be afraid of. What will happen, what might happen, what we might lose, what we might never gain.
So… what is there to be had on the other side of fear?
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Morning Pipo’s World..
I’m not feeling good enough this morning. I have problem with my digestion, and it really hurts me. Last night, it was around 10 pm, I woke-up and got my bathroom. I was very shocked to know that my faces were bloody. I was just quiet without any single word. Before long, I took my mobile phone and tried to contact someone. Unfortunately, he didn’t pick my calling up. He might be asleep when I called him. Then, I tried to close my eyes and wished that nothing bad would happen to me.
Last weekend, one of my very little students went to Bali for having a long-holiday. And just last afternoon was our first meeting after the long-holiday. She told me enthusiastically about what she and her family did there. At the end of the class, she whispered me, “Kaka, I have something for you”, “What’s that honey?” I replied. Then, she got something out from her cute bag. “This is for you”.