Stop Insanity!

I saw this book while cleaning the computer nook this afternoon and it interest me. Susan Powter, the author of Stop Insanity just smacked me. The book is about weight-loss guide stuffed, not that I need to lose weight but the title itself tapped my brain a little. The two words had roused something confrontational inside me and my inner self.

“Hey! Have you seen the book?” my inner self said to me.

I didn’t reply, instead, I put the book on the dining table where the rest of the books I gathered from the computer nook lie.

“Have you read the title of the book?” my inner self asked me again, she doesn’t want to let go of me. She had made me stand still in front of the pile of books. And the Stop Insanity seems like shouting out loud at me. How I cannot read the title? Oh, I don’t read the title. I heard the title and I keep on hearing him (I just assume it’s a he. I have a lot of she in my life, I have two sisters and no brother, my father is the only male species around the house where I spent all of my life, so this time I want a he)

And he, the book, is shouting at me. Barking at me (or is it Rocky my employer’s dog is barking?) STOP INSANITY! STOP YOUR INSANITY!)

“Oh my GOD! Yeah, so?” I yelled my inner self. I want her to know that I am mad. I want her to go away.

“You’ve been whining a lot.” My inner self uttered a statement, she wasn’t asking at this time. “You’re working, but still whining. I can hear your sob. They are so low but little by little, you’re not noticing the dirge. It all came from your mouth. I saw you a few times going inside the wash room. And there, you were crying. You can’t stop the whining until you cry.”

Stopping. Thank GOD my inner self stopped.

“You’re not insane, are you?” my inner self asked me again.

(Photo source: http://www.bendiciones.com)

How many times I told myself not to read other blogs or just visiting other sites, and I want to add dropping EC before I do my business (which is blog posting)?

I realized by doing those stuff before mine is a cruel thing to do for my blog. I honestly cannot post anything, and I totally put Residual Matters in limbo. First, too much reading of considerable topics on blogosphere drains my mind.

Second, I was affected by the recent email I received from PPP. For the nth time, they rejected me. I took it ruefully that I made this blog a photoblog (for the meantime) without thinking. I must say that I was hurt, especially when I saw this line, “Accepted blogs must contain posts which are written clearly and are easy to understand. Your blog contains a high number of grammatical errors.”

It’s killing me.

It’s over-reacting if I say I am lamenting, but yes I am. You see I am trying hard to do the thing that I am not good at. I know I can write in my native language excellently (yes, I am boasting), but I want to prove that I can write other languages too. Yes, languages because you might see me writing in French, Italian, Korean, or it depends if what language I want to learn. Now I am dreaming.

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I missed this last week.  Here’s my unconscious muttering for this week. Please see other mutterers here.

1. Track ::           Record
2. Snake ::           Rattle
3. Assignment :: Task
4. Blockbuster :: Hits
5. Bombastic ::    Mister
6. Adventure ::   Saga
7. First time ::    Newbie
8. Aged ::             Ripen
9. Grip ::             Hold
10. Shortcut ::      Easy way

“Freedom consists not in doing what we like, but in having the right to do what we ought.” - Pope John Paul II

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods.  But he cannot save them from fools.  ~John Muir

I got tagged again by Ate Liza, this one, I wouldn’t want to ignore. Who’s going to miss a mother’s day entry? Not me.

My mother is my backbone. Even I brazen out of life challenges, I could say that my life is really wonderful because somebody is not only walking side by side with me, but carries me a lot of times. Problems are nothing, with my mother around.

Here’s to my mother and to all mother out there. Cheers to us!

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So happy days are not over yet, I supposed it was. After posting a thank you message to all entrecarders who always drop in my ads and of course my new Google page rank, here is another awesome surprise from The Hochstadt.com Party Contest!

I have posted here a few days ago that a friend invited me to join the party, honestly, I was not that interested to join. I saw the contest many times from different blogs I visited, but it was just another blog contest for me and I am not really a fan of blog contests. Except if the contest host is my friend, I have joined one, and I did not know what happened after I commented to the contest post, that I am joining. The other one was, I just voted for my favorite logo, luckily I get 25 by simply voting.

This was the first time that I joined an ultra extravagant blog contest, and it was like, there was really a big party going on with many much awaited prizes. Thank you Guardian (I was considering of calling you Angel instead, but I guess you like being called Guardian) for the invite, if not for you, I will not be going to get this.

Marcus Hoschtad said I can get my prize through this:

Contestants, go ahead and actively approach your sponsor to claim your prize. Giving him/her this post’s URL makes their life a lot easier. Most can be contacted via the Entrecard community, a contact form on their blog, or by posting a comment in the most recent post on their blog. Your sponsor will then give you further instructions on how to claim your prize(s). Thanks for your help!

Now who is Robert G. Allan? I viewed the contest post to see Robert G. Allan and his link but I cannot find the name so I google his complete name but it is Robert G. Allen that I saw and he really have his own book, and his book is about money-making strategy, that’s cool. So who is who? Are they the same person? I have no idea. Maybe I’ll get my 10 cards account at SendOutCards.com for the meantime.

Now who’s going to make my One Buck Wiki page for Sitehoppin.com? Anyone please?

I am so happy today. No, I am so excited. It is my first time to reach 300 drops in Entrecards, but that wasn’t made me feel so cheery at this moment. Although I am wondering what will happen if I made 300 drops, so far I can’t see any difference.

I guess I am just so fiery to drop more because this blog is doing well this week and not to mention that I can’t think of anything to do this Saturday but to get busy prowling – yes just prowling in front of my computer. So why not drop while prowling?

Like some blogs that I visited, they are all so liven up with their new Google page rank and so do I. I’ve got PR 4 without a sweat; I’m not even linked to any blogs that has higher page rank. I believe I owe it to Entrecard since most of my traffic comes from them.

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Dal centro della mia venne una grande Fontana…..”From the center of my life, there came a great fountain”

My life revolves to work, internet, sometimes books. Work. Internet. Sometimes books. Work. Internet. Work…work…work…internet…internet…internet. All work. All internets. And no holiday. I find it boring, if you may ask.

Because I don’t want to see myself when I look in the mirror like those I’ve seen in my recent film that I have watched, it’s THE HILLS HAVE EYES, the “bad guys” as the little girl called them were mutants. All were victims of nuclear testing in one part of the United States. No, of course I am happy to say that I don’t look warped, at least not yet. I realized that I’m getting closer to that though, so I resolved in making some of my days-off more active.

Maybe I’ll make my reading time longer. And maybe I’ll chuck myself in the nearest gym. Or buying myself a bicycle. I tried biking from here (my uncle’s place) to downtown and saw myself raced with the vehicles driving down the road, only I have to wheel myself in the sidewalk, but still, it was sooo damned good.

It reminds me of me cycling to the park every day until I remember, the park turned to a slaughter house, when I was a kid. It was a wonderful experience, and I missed that.

Or maybe I’ll get myself to the nearest bar, and watch live bands performs, and head bang to the music. Just a head bang, I don’t want to start dancing, because I know if I started, I can’t stop.

But before I can do that, I need to have a car to get there. Except that I can’t have a car. Not right now. Hmmm, I guess I’ll find myself a boyfriend instead, a boyfriend that owns a car. Much better.

The first paragraph of this post came from my reading Eat, Pray and Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. When she read that line in the poem book that she was holding in the garden that she finds totally amazing, her heart was like has obtained an inner peace.

I, when I read that in her book, it was like “Oh I want to copy that!” I can’t connect it. I just want to copy that. That’s all.