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Beauty is within. What I believe is beautiful, no one else can take that away. It’s my own opinion.

Perception of beauty is passed on, however. Kids do not know whether one is ugly or beautiful. They take that cue from us. From the tone of our voice, the way we react to such, and our words are powerful tools for them to decipher and link whether it’s worth looking at or trash.

Everyday, I see women who are already beautiful, and yet still try to put heavy makeup on and dress like a getting-paid-for-my-sexy-services woman. Walks like she’s wearing a crown. Slowly waving to onlookers (gawkers, peepers) – her fans. Just to get attention. Masking what’s within, if any.

Strip them all off. (Keep the clothes on).

What matters is your style, grace, manners, hard work that would speak volumes to talk about and worth writing about.

Humility is important too. Putting yourself on a pedestal would do no good. Listen to what others tell you who’ve been there. Take notes.

But ultimately, not knowing how to use your noggin’ would get you nowhere.

Except in your boss’s pants.

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Set for Life

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How I envy those
Who drive in the middle of the freeway
At forty miles per hour, without a care in the world,
Totally oblivious to the traffic building around them.

How I envy those
Who ride the train everyday,
For one-and-a-half hours each way,
And still look refreshed and
Composed at the end of the day.
Oh but what do you make of those
Who clip their nails in the train?
Or those who place their bags on the seats when crowds gather ’round?

If that’s not that transparent enough –
Please don’t get me started.

How I envy those
Who go to work only to Facebook (get your own wi-fi at home already!)
To text friends, trim your split-ends,
When a gazillion million other things – like work?
Hello? You’ve heard of those?
And deadlines loom ahead.

How I envy those
Who can work with papers all over their desks,
Mimicking the ones who actually have that many things to do,
But just pretend so they can hide their phones underneath it all.
Ain’t that a convenience?
You’ll definitely get The Oscar for
The Best Actor/Actress Award this year (and hopefully not for many years to come).

How I envy those
Who can still gossip about their life
While phones-a-ringing off their hooks,
Clients awaiting,
STILL taking their sweet time in the bathroom
Did they suddenly join The Loose Bowel Movement?

What about those who make the boss smile?
Who acts like the sun shines through their Rses?
Yet behind this sunny facade,
These anomalies occur.
When did slacking become such a great personality?

Yeah, working without recognition is a skill.

Definitely.

How I envy those
Who’ve hit the jackpot
Get five-thousand a week for twenty-five years
Surely SET ’em for life.

How I envy those
Whose songs came in their sleep
And hit the number one spot on the Billboard
And now just cashing in the royalties.

But alas for me,
Had work been optional
Oh it’s too good to be true
For a mere mortal like me.
Would not even consider this thought
For it is not real.
We are all destined to work one way or another.

Nolens volens.

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OK, but if there’s a teeny weeny bit of a chance
That work be deemed optional – as for those who actually do,
I’d probably still work for a couple of hours a day
Volunteer more
Just to see what’s out there
But subject myself to all this you say?

Commuting eighty-five miles a day each way?
I’d be honest
I’d rather stay home –
Write my opuscules called blog,
And tend to my flock.

Rancho Cucamonga: Happier Now

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I always tend to give people the benefit of the doubt. Give them a chance to prove themselves. But it’s not always easy. Once the ‘creeps’ feeling crawls on me, you’re done. Sayonara!

It’s easier to give places a chance, though. Looking back, for years I’ve been told by friends and trainmates that instead of getting off Fontana, try Rancho Cucamonga. And for years I’ve told them no.

Here were my excuses:

1. I’m a creature of habit. Once I’m accustomed going there and felt comfortable, it’s hard to change.

2. Parking at Rancho is hard. Not that there were not enough spaces; It’s the opposite. The parking lot is huge! It’s like parking in Disneyland with no parking names/faces to remember!

3. The traffic after my exit, Sierra Ave is always bad because of ongoing construction.

4. There’s a nice donut place at Fontana along the way.

5. I’m a creature of habit. Oh I said that already? I guess I’m just plain stubborn.

Here are my change of feelings:

1. Because I want to be always open for suggestions, I DARE myself to go out of my comfort zone. (It just takes me years to give in).

2. Parking WAS hard. I did have trouble finding my car afterwards. After a couple of days of getting lost trying to locate my car in the sea of zoom, I drove (when I finally got to my car) around the lot one more time and found a spot. This was further from the platform but had a good view of the train pulling in that would allow me to dash out in times I’m late.

3. Construction is still ongoing after the Sierra Ave exit but traffic was not at all bad. Not all the time.

4. Got eyes peeled for a nice donut place.

5. Still, I’m happier now that I park in Rancho Cucamonga, especially a Seafood City was built nearby and I can have all my bbq cravings satisfied.

**Read my Rancho Cucamonga transition – FULL STORY. **

Happy Almost-Friday!