Early Signs of an Obsessively Random Passionista

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Have you ever wondered why you’re the unique snowflake that you are? What makes you, well... you? What lies on the bottom of your most basic habits and beliefs? I often do.

I got my answers in the form of an unexpected reminiscence with my dad. I wasn’t really on one of my fishing trips where I nag my parents to tell me what I was like as a kid, but nevertheless, my dad started reminiscing. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Now it’ll be forever carved in my mind, and blog.

Adding a Little Color to My Life

I have been faced with a dilemma.

Actually, I’ve been faced with it for most of my life, and it’s time to resolve it. But brace yourselves, it’s something so huge and important, it will knock your hats off. Provided you wore a hat when you checked my blog… in which case, I’d have to know why!

Anyway, are you ready for my big dilemma? Here goes.

The Blog on Fire Award

Quick post today. I’m being rushed by a crazy mother with a list-of-hell-babies-I-need-to-pack, and she’s relentless. I’ll also be consuming alcohol and indulging in belly-dancing at Bulgarian night clubs with a couple of friends, after which I’ll get on a plane to Jolly Ol’ England.

That’s right. Vacation’s over.

How Super Was Super 8?

I was going to write a film review on Super 8 today. But I found myself thinking about reality and happy endings instead. I will, however, share a few thoughts on the movie’s value before I kill the cat.

(Cat lovers, I apologize about this image. I’ll go hug my own cat now.)

Moving on. When I watched the trailer, I expected something completely different. You know… when I saw the alien cube and the train crash, I imagined some kind of Smallville scenario where the alien substance gives people superhuman abilities. And I thought the title referred to 8 kids with those powers.

My Top 5 Defense Mechanisms

Maybe it's a bit more complicated than that...

The all-knowing’s on temporary leave. Meanwhile, I have been thinking about the defenses I employ in my life, because being home usually means arguing with my parents… a lot. There goes my Zen.

And even though it seems like I’m not really in control of those defenses most of the time, I do understand why they have occurred and how they have helped me so far. And why they will keep occurring unless I do something about it. Then again… how do you change something as intrinsic as this?

Meet My Child-Muse

You might recall that I did this collaboration called Meet the Muse where I asked some fellow writers to describe their muses in less than 100 words. And now I think it would be only fair if I did the same but with more words. 

Thing is, I have two muses. I guess it’s only logical for a person with two names (my real and my pseudonym). I don’t know why I always have to make things complicated, but I do. And today I’m going to talk about my child-muse. Soon you’ll get to read about Nereth, who is a shape-shifter, and whom I like to call the Wise River Lady.

But first things first…