Author Archive for Lorie Therese

i'm a girl who knows what she wants and would do anything legal and self-respecting to get it. i'm the kind of girl who wants the best money can buy. and yet, paradoxically, i can live on dried fish and rice. :p

I know that this stretch of Who Moved My Cheese “lessons” may well get to you, because I have FOUR posts dedicated to them, but I just had to make a disclaimer before I give you the Cliff’s Notes of its principles for next week. Cheese, in Who Moved My Cheese, is a metaphor for anything in life that gives security. The book is all about adapting to change. As applied to relationships, there is a danger for people to take it the wrong way. So before I give you the Cliff’s Notes of the Who Moved My Cheese parable, let me explain how its principles could be applied to Moldy Cheese Relationships.

Who Moved My Cheese had become a modern-day parable, of sorts, to the stressed and harassed individual, who, paradoxically, seems resistant to change. It is a collection of K-I-S-S principles wrapped in a kid-story package that is sure to be embraced by a lot of people, because it is very non-offensive. The “wrapper” story is a story of two mice and two “littlepeople,” whose attitudes to change were told around how they reacted when their “cheese” suddenly disappeared.

Last week, I discussed the bigger-scale online moneymaking options. Today, we’ll discuss the mid-level or can-do ways to make money online.

Making money online would be easy for a person, if he or she were resourceful enough to seek out the ways you can go about it. I had actually talked about it before, in this ol' article. But today, I will give an “academic”-style take on the topic of online moneymaking. In the online economy, there are economic tiers, as there are in the “real world.” Bear with my categorical mind, as I talk about the ways and means this is done.

When I look at the PostSecret posts whenever I amble over to their website, I wonder where the predilection to peek into others’ secrets comes from. I mean, the gossip industry does not thrive for anything but that human preponderance to peer into others’ lives, especially those areas labeled “secret.”

I didn’t mean to make a Froodee post today but I just couldn’t resist the Fatal Attraction trailer. I think it speaks to all the women with loose screws and Borderline Personality Disorder tendencies, don’t you think?

While Jay had talked about physical and ritual-based house-cleaning measures, I will talk of a basic, yet profound way to "clean house," so to speak..

Reconciliations heal the soul. Strife and tension never was anyone’s cup of tea. I know that most people seem to be able to stand decades of their lifetimes bitter, angry, and unforgiving of the people who have hurt them, but I am of the belief that unforgiveness and anger should never be the hallmark of one’s existence. I had been an angry, irritable and impatient cat for most of my life. Just recently, I had to cough out a “hairball,” so to speak. I had a chip on my shoulder, and I never even realized it, till the day things escalated and led to my coughing out of that hairball.

Exhausted!

I had never been more exhausted in my entire life. I had always thought that I would thrive under severe stress, but when the stressor includes lack, anxieties about the future, much too many disappointing encounters or protracted plans, and the notion that you have just way too many backlogs, anyone going through all the things I am going through would normally crumble. And I guess, for once, I am finally normal. Because I crumbled. I was not used to having a "day" job. Neither was I used to needing to fragment my days into chunks/blocks of time just so I could get things done. Neither are my feet used to doing all that walking, after so many months. Thus, my pretty and soft feet are now breeding calluses, after needing to walk all those miles just to be able to gather the requirements for compliance for my new “day” job. So after a week of erratic sleep, mishandled commitments and so much more, I finally went ballistic last night. Well all the stress of working in a highly structured environment such as a call center just got to me, and I finally crumbled. But not before two tumblers worth of Nescafé coffee sent me over the edge.

There are things in life that are more important than making a buck. There is a forwarded email that I've come across that said that when one is on his deathbed, he or she does not want to ask for more time at work; rather, most people would like to ask for more time... With family, friends and loved ones. This goes to show that man indeed is a social animal and that there is a need for humans to just connect. I am at the point in my life that while I would like to be more productive, to earn more, to buy that new MacBook Pro, MacBook Air, some other gadget salivation of mine, or that condo in an upscale development being built in a posh district in the area I live in, it actually boils down to one thing. Even if I may want to buy all that, at the end of the day, I do not want to push for more articles written or more sales, or more generativity.. I actually want to have more time to relate with the people I love.
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