Tuesday, March 29, 2011

An important person will offer you support.

Oh yes. Who? When? Why?
I hope he/she is very (or at least semi) important to many people, too!
Could it be whom I am thinking of??? Should I make a call now??

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The secret of getting ahead is getting started.

This is not really a secret. It'd be really helpful if my little fortune cookie can tell me how to get started. But that'll be too easy, won't it?

Friday, March 25, 2011

The smart thing is to prepare for the unexpected.

But if you prepare for it... then it is no longer unexpected.
Or perhaps that is precisely the point.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

A goal is a dream with a deadline

Nicely put. That reminds me. What is my goal? If I don't have one, I guess I have to make one and set a deadline. But then what's the difference between a task and a goal?

This is what I read in my dream last night/early this morning.
...And that was the last time I saw her (my mother's) teeth, feeble, missing, peeking out of her mucous mouth. She wrapped her balding scalp with a piece of dirty gauze, looked as if she had pasta piled up on her head. She stopped caring how she looked a long ago. Became a mother of a great dane at the age of 25, she has led a relatively uneventful life. Ever unnerved and humorous, she feared that the pain and nausea will alter her personality. That would have been a huge set back.......

Nearly a word to word recount of the text from the book I was reading in my dream this morning. Except for the word "mucous". I had trouble understanding the word which was spelled (in my dream book) "mucuitous" or "mucalius" or something similar to these. then as I struggled to make sense, the word somehow transformed itself to "mucous". Dreams are great that way. Presumably a chapter from D. Sedari's "Me talk pretty one day". I am guessing because of the mentioning of a great dane.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Your home is the center of great love.

2010 was the year of turning the page. A long long long page that contained 25 years of my life, just about. Accepting that Paris is where I belong... or must belong was a strange concept even after living here for nearly (or over?) 10 years.
I am once again, ready to open these virtual fortune cookies. With a transformed motive. No more seeking a sign that will guide me back to my non-existent home. Just a little fun to perk me up, a little something to think about.
But this one is lame.

Your home is the center of great love. zzzzzzzzz.