who said pork-burgers couldn’t be part of a balanced diet in Asia?
Author: absolutwillie
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the epitome of Taiwanese Cool
I was beginning to think my blogging days are over – then *BANG* – something came along that was too good to merely tweet about!
now here in Taiwan, there’s nothing odd about pets or poultry on scooters. and it doesn’t seem that much of a task to teach a dig to sit between your feet…
but lounging – with major attitude – on the fuselage of a motorbike? when you’re this big? totally awesome!!
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reprise: Still – Lionel Richie
a song that resonates with my state of mind today ;0)
happy Wednesday everyone!
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oh my aching heart
You Belong With Me – Gay Version with VoiceI just love little tidbits like these, that tug on my heart-strings and tear ducts – and remind me I’m human.
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moving right along then
right. so this is the year of the tiger then.
well let’s get up and away from the gloom!the quality isn’t all there – but check out the full English version (HD) here: official Wonder Girls channel
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXK1XAIjVZM&hl=en_US&fs=1&&w=320&h=265]ever wanted to be a Korean girl? (dance with me!)
*buy this song on iTunes
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not ok
it is not a shame to NOT be ok.
so no, I’m not ok…
of all the romances i was blessed with – half are now dead.
my first died this weekend.
cancer.
the 5th person within 2degrees of seperation (from me) to die of cancer this year!*sigh*
my focus is a bit messed up right now…
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did you know: i love dancing
Kylie – Wow (Victor Cheng’s Holiday Re-edit) 16:9 / Stereo
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why i am
Love is the law.
and no, I’m not talking about romance and cozy cuddles, special winks and sweet nothings… i’m talking about the nitty-gritty, push up your sleeves and sweat ’til you bleed kind of love. Loving your neighbor – in it’s broadest extent.i have been through a terrible patch – and I’m not out of the woods yet – but I have again realized the all-importance of Love. in these last few months, i have received compassion, acceptance, support and kindness from all sorts of unexpected places. here in blogland, here in Taiwan and from across the planet. people i never knew had it in them – including people i never knew at all.
through this, i have found that returning love to those around me – not only makes a significant difference in their lives – but it also heals me.
starting from a place of Love, i have made an effort to be there for my students. to reach out to my colleagues. to walk in kindness and compassion with those who cross my path in all sorts of ways. to put the past to rest and find new perspectives all ’round.
it is not always easy – for i am not a perfect being. but i am committed to stay true to Love, and by Grace alone, i am making a difference.
i have often asked myself: “What is my purpose? What is my goal? Why am I here?”
i am glad to say that i’ve accepted the answer.
Paulo Coelho tweeted it – and my heart resonated:
“Your dream is your mission.”mine has always been: “Love”
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advanced warning and a post scriptum
the post preceding this one is not for the weary or heavy hearted.
if you are prone to depression – DO NOT READ IT!post scriptum: faith and medication works.
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the other side of mania
right, so here goes… i’ve often blogged about being bipolar – but i tend to stick to the manic side of things. even the posts that touch on the depressive aspects are written with a touch of mania. i suppose i don’t want to spread the dankness too much.
well, today i might just break tradition. at least, i’m hoping my self-editing won’t stop me from sharing a glimpse into the fog that hangs as a pall on the other side of mania.
yesterday was a black monday.
it didn’t start off as that, mind you. in fact, i had an unusually productive, even satisfying morning. but it all turned to sh!t very rapidly. to be clear, i don’t want to go into a lament about the triggers and such – but i think i need to show you another place some of us beepers sometimes go:imagine, if you will, walking down your street at your favorite time of day. looking around, you realize that something’s different. not quite right. you can’t quite put your finger on it though… then you become aware of a cold hand gripping your heart of hearts. not squeezing it, mind you, but holding it down. holding it tight. suffocating your will to be. you’re not loosing the will to live – you’re not losing anything. you’ve lost the need to exist. it is already gone…
looking up, you realize that you are in a cardboard cutout of what you thought was reality. the trees, the mountains, the buildings – even the grass around you – isn’t really there.
you realize you’re no longer moving. your legs give way and you sit down. you think that you should want to cry – but even that is no longer real. color drains from everything around you. the cardboard cutouts waver, then crumble before your eyes. like an elaborate puzzle, everything falls apart. gravity. even your mind starts to succumb to it. the pull is all you feel. on your heart, your limbs, even your thoughts are getting too heavy to bear.
as you hunch over, giving up all resistance, you realize the ground beneath you has vanished. but you’re not falling. you’re collapsing into yourself. at least, it looks like you. you can’t really tell. imploding is the word, i think. words… as a foreign blanket of icy despair starts to crush what little of you remains – you call out. i call out to God – but my words are meaningless. everything i know, or thought i knew, is meaningless. empty. there is just the relentless pull of internal gravity.
but just before you disappear – it stops. like a hammer hesitating to give the final blow – there is nothing, but you’re not out of the woods either. woods? there’s nothing around you but a steely, grey fog. this could be limbo. fear, frustration, powerlessness, unbearable sadness. despair. you understand, without knowledge, what despair is. that is the lesson. that is real.
when you open your eyes your back outside. the cardboard reality has been replaced by bricks and mortar. trees, grass, even a stray dog…
you get up to go home…
your name is Despair.
