Lucid Dreams

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a blog where he can see his thoughts in prints:

http://juniorsplaceintheworld.blogspot.com/

here’s something from a brilliant mind; i’m expecting some kind of kitchen confidentials soon….

got ka brother?

When life gives you lemon…

Make Lemonade.

I read it first in the Archie’s Double Digest. As if I didn’t know
already, my brother proceeds to refresh my memory ever since he picked up the
self-help book lying around his condo. Dale Canegie’s How to stop worrying and
start living. Corny. Corniness is my brother’s forte, and I love him for it. He
doesn’t need to read books like this. Yet he does. It’s not for learning new
things that he reads it, perhaps he picked it up for reassurances.

A pat on the back, sugar for the lemon. Make lemonade. When life gets
you so low, you seek the company you know you always could depend on. It’s not
that misery loves company; it’s just that – he’s making lemonade.

Sometimes in life we have to take chances; between a full time job and a
lucrative freelance offer. While everyone would think I’ve lost my mind taking
up on the latter, I know one thing for certain – my family backs me up and
gently nudges me to take up a challenge. I did.

And with their faith, I push forward. You know what it did for me? At
least about two years off my career life and that is bonus for me to know that
finally someone realizes the potential I have; and I’m out to prove some more.
When my love life is failing miserably I stay focused on work. Make lemonade.
When the work piles up, I start to sing. I used to sing the Sesame Street theme
song; yet lately – thanks to Utt and Denise, I’m singing Jeremy Jordan’s Right
Kind of Love. Maybe my love life isn’t in such a shamble after all since
someone has been keeping my thoughts occupied with blissful daydream.

So work wasn’t much of a hassle. It’s just the timeline that’s been
nibbling at my ass; and I love it. Maybe the office environment is so conducive
for me to keep working. I have nothing to complain about being able to work
with a bunch of very beautiful babes; and the creative team is just pure poetry
in motion. Tough tender testosterones with goatees are cure for eye sores. Make
lemonade.

Cheers to the ladies who lunch, to the girl on the go. Why do I bother with
someone who is not interested in my work or my writing? Why do I bother when I
have someone who tells me this: Just in case you didn’t know, I really like
you…  

Make Lemonade.

She could easily be the finalists for the Wade Robson Project, picture perfect,
china doll complexion. When VH1’s “do it like a superstar” tells you to Upgrade
Upgrade Upgrade. It doesn’t help it if my brother encourages likewise.

 

Sometimes in life, we have to take chances…

And I just need a little sugar to make Lemonade.