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Living Your Dreams

Living Your Dreams

Firstly, Do Not Procrastinate I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I have mentioned this fact several times in my site here. But wanting is not going to be enough, you have to want it and make it a reality. Several years ago, I said that I was gong to write a book and publish it. Then, I procrastinated. The year after the year when I said I would write my book and publish it, I thought, “If I had…

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Not Going Down With This Ship

Not Going Down With This Ship

The Titanic Syndrome The legend goes that a captain always goes down with his sinking ship. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be deserving of his command if he bails out. In other words, if his ship perishes then so should he. “The captain goes down with the ship” is a maritime tradition that a sea captain holds ultimate responsibility for both his ship and everyone embarked on it, and that in an emergency, he will either save them or die trying. Although…

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Simple Simon’s Adventures (Part 3)

Simple Simon’s Adventures (Part 3)

Simple Simon And The Farmer (Part 3) Simple Simon is on his way to the market. He wants to buy some flowers for his mother. He thinks that his mother works too hard and deserves some nice, pretty flowers to cheer her up. As he is walking along the narrow dirt road, he whistles cheerfully. He thinks about what type of flowers his mother might like. He likes daisies and lilies. Simple Simon thinks that his mother might like them too….

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Simple Simon’s Adventures (Part 2)

Simple Simon’s Adventures (Part 2)

Simple Simon Met Sarcastic Sally One day, Simple Simon was on his way to the market when he literally ran into Sarcastic Sally. “OOOOF! Oy, watch it you simpleton!” Sarcastic Sally yelled from the ground where she lay sprawled on her stomach after being knocked down. “Yes, indeed my dear Sally. That’s me!” Replied Simple Simon happily from the ground also where he flopped around trying to get up. Sarcastic Sally was a big girl. She could knock anyone down!…

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You Are Gorgeous, My Love

You Are Gorgeous, My Love

Song of Solomon 4:7 KJV “Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.” How easy it is to say something nice and uplifting to someone, especially someone dear to you. I said, “Hey baby!” to my 11-year old niece. She protested, “Why’d you call me baby, aunty? I’m not a baby!” I replied, “Because you’re dear to me. Besides, you’ll always be a baby to me.” She said, “Ooooo…..” Anyway, there’s always something nice we can…

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Story : His Name Is Red (Part 7)

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 7)

Even a child that I was, I remember that during the twenty-minute walk back home, I was clutching my bag of toys tightly, and thinking about Old Man Red, and what he did for me. It would have been a trivial thing to anyone, I supposed, for an adult to buy something for a child. But to a child who had simple but (to her) pressing needs, Mister Red was practically a hero! A toy would have been a priceless…

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Story : His Name Is Red (Part 6)

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 6)

Making a small noise at the back of my throat in protest, I held my prize protectively behind my back. My brother opened his mouth and I was sure he was about to loudly berate me when Mr. Bin interjected and said, “It’s alright, boy, the toys are paid for. They belong to your sister now. I don’t want them back.” “Oh, really, sir? That’s alright, I suppose. But who paid for them? My mom told us not to bother…

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Story : His Name Is Red (Part 5)

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 5)

An unreadable look on his face, Old Man Red walked the short distance to the counter, murmured something to Mr. Bin, placed the balls down near the cash register, picked up his purchases, nodded his head at the store-owner, turned away and left. He didn’t look at me again, still standing there silently but with an unfamiliar feeling roiling around in my stomach. Mr. Bin sighed. I’ve always known Mr. Bin as a kindly elderly man, one of the few…

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Story : His Name Is Red (Part 4)

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 4)

The incident happened at a particular time, quite some time after I was first brought into unwilling awareness about the forbidding mystery of Old Man Red. I was still in my late childhood years, barely a teen even and still having childlike needs, when I went to the local store with my brother. We were tasked by my mother with the arduous responsibility of buying sugar, when we would rather be playing in the shallow river behind our house and…

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Story : His Name Is Red (Part 3)

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 3)

But no one bothered to explain further to us ‘kids’ what kind of monster or what this ‘monster’ really looked like. They just gave the impression that the monster looked like Old Man Red. However, I did remember that a neighbor visited with my parents once. He was telling us in hushed whispers, that one dark night he saw Old Man Red digging a deep hole in the forest behind his, Mister Red’s, house. He was putting a big and…

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