Breaking That Writer’s Block ~ How Tos

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In all candour, I’m not one to be plagued by writer’s block.  But truth be told, it appears to be hitting me full tilt, of late.  It’s as though I’ve just run out of things to write about.  I agonised over it.  I pondered.  I (mentally) dissected.  I ranted.  I raved. Then it dawned upon me that all these musings could very well be collated into one single (if somewhat lengthy) written pout and voila, I’d have broken the jinx.  In that same Eureka moment, I also realised that many of us stumble across these “blank” moments ever so often and that perhaps I could help just a tad with a list of possible How To Break That Block ideas.

Double Eyelid Tape

1.  Pick an object in your immediate view.  Fixate upon it.  Research it a little.  A few paras should pop right up.  For instance, what’s in my current line of vision is a roll of Scotch tape.  Where I come from, we call it Sellotape.  Expand the story.  Explore the many different (and unusual) ways in which tape is used.  For instance, when I was a teenager, having double eyelids was SO in that many of my classmates would resort to taping their lids with double tape and/or Sellotape to create the illusion of, you got it, double eyelids.

tv

2.  Find something trending which everyone appears to like, for no apparent reason.  Trash it, bash it, but only if you’re genuinely against it.  In my books, that spells (stupid) reality shows such as Storage Wars OR The Real Housewives OR Pawn Stars OR OR OR … please, don’t get me started.  Those shows are to me strictly dumbass.

Massage

3.  On the flipside, what’s something you’re particularly fond of at this moment?  For me, it’s Rip 60: 3-in-1 Foam Roller particularly the Rolling Massage Stick.  Oh. My. God.  That’s all I’m going to say.  Make sure you wax lyrical about your fave thing :)

Voodoo Doll

4.  Create voodoo dolls of THOSE persons whom never appear to encounter writer’s blocks.  Yeah, you heard it here first.  Besides, the DIY aspect of it could very be the catalyst for a future post.  You never know.  I think this could be a truly fun option.

How To List

5. When all else appears to have failed, compile your woes and make that your post of the day.  Trust me, you’ll resonate with quite a few of your peers out there.

Love, SG

p/s Killing two birds with one stone is exceptionally gratifying as well http://heartifb.com/2013/06/15/ifb-project-100-write-a-list-post/

Get Your Shine On

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Shine On
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small
Does not serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking
So that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine,
As children do.
We were born to make manifest
The glory of God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us;
It’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we’re liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.”

~ Marianne Williamson ~

 

Love, SG

Don’t Forget The Oatmeal

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Lately, I’ve been somewhat obsessed with oatmeal.

oatmeal

For the longest time, I couldn’t fathom why.  I mean, I could take the easy route and blame it on my new trainer (from hell) who gives me a list of what to eat for my six meals a day regime.  To understand that, you’ll need to know that he’s a huge oatmeal aficionado, like of epic proportions.  Or I could attribute oatmeal to my desire to regularise certain bodily rhythms and we shall leave it on that ambiguous note.

But in truth, it’s none of the above.

Oatmeal simply reminds me of home.  My home in Kuching, Sarawak, East Malaysia.  It reminds me of growing up as the youngest of two and being utterly spoiled (shhh, brother, let’s not delve into details now).  You see, my Dad loved oatmeal, Quacker Oats to be precise, and he even had a special pot for it.  The cutest most la-la-land looking gizmo ever.  There was a specific ritual to the entire process from weight of oats measured with the precision of a heart surgeon to how long the cooked version needed to chill in the fridge to the milk that was used as a (generous) topping.  Yes, my Dad had my Mum nailing this to a scientific art.

He wanted his oats (or porridge as he would call it at times, spoofing the fodder from Goldilocks and The Three Bears) chilled just so, with that perfect helping of Condensed Milk, mug of Nescafe to the right sporting that blue cap (my Mum had the green cap), and the occasional serving of sliced bananas.

Sesame Street

So anyway, after all that rambling and post the consumption of countless bowls of oatmeal, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am homesick.  Or, more specifically, parent-brother-sick :) it’s been three years since I went back to Malaysia and I think it’s high time to have a bowl of chilled porridge with my Dad.

Love, SG

p/s I promise the next post will be less melancholy

pp/s I promise it will not be another three months to the next post

Rising From The Ashes, I Am

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The Phoenix Rises From The Ashes Metal Print By John Edwards

Yes, a post has indeed been a long time coming and, honestly? Looking through the Archives, I see that my last post was dated 22nd February.  Oy.  Cringe, I cringe.  I’ve not been resting on my tush, I swear.  No indeed.  In fact, I’ve been working very hard.  As someone recently coined, I do have a grown-up job and it’s been keeping my nose pressed firmly to the grindstone of late.

Also, I’ve had back-to-back trips to NYC within the space of a fortnight, then a week’s worth of time was spent in San Francisco for two separate events and when I finally got home, I realised it was month’s end.

So this is just a quick note to say HELLO THERE and to assure everyone that I’m still (barely) alive and kicking and well :)

I shall post more later, I promise.

 

Love, SG

Doing The Flat, Yea Or Nay?

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That would be a flat NAY.

I don’t do flats.  Even my boots walk a height of no less than 2.5″, at the bare minimum.  So, let’s not even get me started on my heels.  As I once told someone, the height of my heels appears to escalate in tandem with my age.  On that note though, I do hope it peaks at 40 because 5.75″ is about the max for me.  Anything more and I may as well go with stilts.

Here are some glorious flats I found while scouring the web.

Blue Monarch Butterfly Flats

Blue Monarch Butterfly Flats from here.

Muse Leather Flats

Muse Leather Ballet Flats in Olive from here.  This store does have some wedged heels that I’m positively aching to get my hands on and feet in.  I shall keep you posted on that!

Hand-Painted POW BAM Flats

Hand-painted POW BAM Flats from here.

Pastel Pixel Leather Oxfords

Pastel Pixel Leather Oxfords from here.  Several chunky boots available too.

Vintage Cork & Mesh Flats

Vintage Cork & Mesh Flats from here.  These are simply magnificent, why couldn’t they be heeled???

Retro Polka Dot Ballerina Flats

Rainbow Retro Flats from here.  I feel like doing the jitterbug now.

I do so wish these came in the kind of heel and/or boots I’m partial to, so I could strut loud and proud in them ~ maybe I could find some heels somewhere and stick them on.

What say you?  Are you a heel kinda woman (or dude) or you like being grounded?

Love, SG

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