FUBARgenre: The Genre of Fubar

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Got this from the Cheshire Kitten Project:
“Writing is like making love. Don’t worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process.”
—Isabel Allende
Lately, writing for me (and everything else, actually) has been nothing more than a race to an orgasm. I should just learn to take a deep breath and enjoy the (er-) ride, huh?
Thanks [...]

Browsing through my our old blog, I found this:
Do people really change?
I’ve always believed that time doesn’t change people, it reveals them.
People don’t change, no. Perceptions and feelings change. Beliefs and attitudes change. But personalities really don’t.
It’s easy to put on a mask for daily wear. And it is these masks that change. One can [...]

This year, I celebrated my birthday with a splash. Literally.

I once said that if Mark and I were to split, the settlement battle process would be a complete nightmare. The hardest decision being - who gets to keep our friends. The race to gain custody would probably drag on for years. Chaos would ensue, the war would continue to escalate, and the fire would [...]

Yan: Sorry, Jo. It’s been an emotional week.
Jojo: It’s ok, Yan. I know. No worries. I understand. That’s why I opted to sign out so you can just lash out without me hearing it. And maybe we can talk when you are no longer in your emotional state. Sorry for anything. It’s ok, [...]

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I am not one to defend myself, but this time, I dare to take an exception. I mean, for crying out loud, my family reads this blog! I took a chance (braving potential scorn) by publishing Jojo’s misguided 10 things about me. But after obsessing about it (just ask Gen), I feel that I owe [...]

Scrubs performing Colin Hay’s “Waiting for My Real Life to Begin.” I so love it. It’s the background music to my pressure-laden work week.

“His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.”
- Mark Twain (nee Samuel Langhorne Clemens)

Indeed, my “real life” is in shades of red and orange - a chaotic reel of misshapen words, cream white vultures with crooked beaks, dust clouds that resemble crushed butterflies, bursts of lava and liquid [...]