Poetry

I got this email this morning asking me to try my hand at poetry. Well you know the old saying, "Your a poet but didn't know it." That doesn't apply to me.

There is one poem that sticks in my mind from my childhood days centuries ago, and I have never forgotten it. My grandfathers brother was an artist and his second wife was an artist as well. Whether they made a living from their work I do not know but aunt Eleanor subsidised her earning by giving lessons.

Anyways to get back on track shortly after she married my great uncle we paid them a visit. At that time her mother lived with them as well as her mothers spinster sister who was a retired school teacher. They oohed and ahhed over my sisters and myself and gave us a notebook and pencils. Inside my notebook the school teacher had written this poem which I thought was cute.

I don't like to teeter with Peter
Because he's so heavy and fat
Whenever I teeter with Peter
He bounces me off where I sat
I like better to teeter with Mary or Harry
For they are no fatter then I
We can make the teeter go faster then Peter
And Peter can never see why.

I'm on YouTube

It's really funny the way things go. Last month I applied for a blogging job at a site called 'allwomanstalk'. My article had been 'Do Anti-aging Products Really Work.'

After submitting my article I waited for a reply, and two weeks later one came. They said my article had been accepted. They also sent an online form to fill out asking how many hours a day can you spend on writing and how much you expect to earn in a month. The greedy soul that I am I said I wanted to earn USD500 a month. I sent off the application form, told all my kids and never heard from them again.

Oh well I thought just pursue other avenues. Which I have done. Then yesterday I got an email from them saying that I had been chosen as one of the top 100 American Bloggers. Never mind that I'm not American, I'm Canadian, I guess close enough.

So I opened the YouTube clip and sure enough there is my picture along with 99 others. Unfortunately the picture was taken from this blog site. The one eyed picture, so if you've never read this blog you wouldn't know who it was. That doesn't matter though, what matters is I was selected, I have some mediocre of recognition for the hard work I have been putting into my writing these past few months. It doesn't matter that I didn't get paid what matters most to me is that I have hope, that maybe I can make some money with my articles.

That's all we really need though isn't it.

Happiest Day of My Life Because of Helium

Since losing my job I have gone online in search of ways to make money from home. I've checked all the sites and finally decide to try writing articles.

It started with this blog. I informed my kids to tell all their friends and colleagues to check out my blog site and got favorable feed back. I then found this site called Helium and have been submitting articles there.

Last week they gave me a premiere writer shield, the other day I got a star for one of my articles. So this morning when I opened my email I had another email from Helium informing me that I had sold one of my articles. I have not been wasting my time!!! Which is so good to know. I have found I enjoy writing and when you submit articles for sale it is the greatest feeling in the world to know that your article was good enough, that someone would want to buy.

So now I can keep on writing and hopefully more articles will be sold and all my hard work will pay off. Thanks to my kids for all their support because without them this wouldn't be possible.

Deepavali

Yesterday was Deepavali and so I was invited to my neighbours house. An old friend of mine also called me, we hadn't seen each other for a couple of years. She is Chinese married to a Punjabi and so she invited me to her husbands house.

After I paid a visit to my neighbours I went to visit my friend and you know the beer was flowing. I had good time but left rather late.

That's always a problem with me, Chinese New Year or what ever open house is going on and I'm invited I tend to stay too long. With the beer flowing and catching up on lost time you have a tendency not to realize what time it is and over stay your welcome. Every time I go I tell myself don't burden people by staying too long, trouble is I forget and it happens again. I don't do it to everyone only those I feel comfortable with. She called me this morning, and I apologised and she told me not to worry that she and her husband were happy to see me.

So now she has invited me to her sisters place next Saturday for the nieces' 1st birthday. Hopefully I behave myself and don't over stay.

Agism

Saturday met up with my friend in Bangsar and we had a few beers and had a bitching session. She too is a Beauty Therapist working in that thankless profession, longer then I have been.

She just started a new job and the pay is crap, much too low for her number of years working. The Beauty Industry in Malaysia is basically dominated by the Chinese and the young. When you get to our age its more difficult to get a job especially as a therapist. At our ages we don't want to be therapists, we should be managing, but because we don't speak Mandarin or Cantonese it still makes it difficult to find work. My friend is Punjabi. So she has to settle for crappy jobs with crappy pay.

It's sad really, because if you hire an older person with experience and pay us well, you get a staff that won't run off after a few months because something better has come along, you get a wealth of experience and someone who will treat your business like their own, ensuring that your business runs smoothly and efficiently. Instead you all prefer hire the young ones who will run off as soon as they have gained experience.

Eye Bags

This is how I feel about eye creams.

This morning as I check my email and now at my blog sight I noticed there are a lot of ads and questions asking "What eye cream is the best?" Well I'm here to tell you that there are not many eye creams out there that really work.

If you saw my birthday pictures posted here you can see for yourself, because I've tried them all, and yet I still want to believe. I guess like everyone I'm as gullible. I have been in the beauty industrial for almost 20 years and still I get conned into buying eye creams that ultimately don't work.

When your eye bags look like suitcases it only stands to reason that an eye cream is not going to shrink those puppies. The only hope for people like me with eye bags this big is surgery. Smoking all those years probably didn't help.

Problem is though when ever you check out those sites to actually find out which eye cream is the best they really don't tell you and also inform you to go out and buy every eye cream around, trial and error so to speak. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. I have a drawer full of eye creams which did not work and which I have chucked inside for the next best thing.

So to prevent eye bags, don't smoke, don't drink, get lots of sleep, don't drink a lot of coffee or carbonated drinks, drink plenty of water and eat foods rich in anti oxidants. God what a boring life.

I guess I should be thankful for one thing, over the years I have always worn sunglasses in the shade, used eye cream and stayed out of the sun as much as possible, so a least I don't have noticeable crows feet.

Ugly World

When I turn on my computer everyday it automatically logs in to MSN. I actually use yahoo, but MSN has some pretty good news stories so I start out by reading some.

Today On MSN there is a news story about a TV anchor woman, Anne Pressly, who was almost beaten to death in her apartment. Everyone said she was a nice woman and everyone loved her. There was no evidence of a break in, but she had been robbed. She is a beautiful woman and her career is just starting, so who could have done such a foul, insane thing.

Today the world can be so ugly at times when you are not even safe in your own apartment, never mind out on the streets. There are stories of young girls being kidnapped , beaten, raped and forced into prostitution. Purse snatching is rampant and old ladies can be killed for a lousy few bucks in their pockets or a gold chain around their neck. I fear for my daughters every time they're not at home. The older ones are cautious because they have lived long enough and read too many horror stories. I fear for the youngest one who is so blaze about many things. Every time my son cycles to school I fear for him, because drivers on the road today drive like idiots, and when he's late coming back from school I sit on pins and needles waiting for him to come home.

Kids now a days are spoiled yes, but giving them a hand phone is actually a good thing in this day and age. At least if they are late you can call them or they can call you. Many a time a hand phone has saved someones life. They should be allowed to take them to school provided they do not spend their time smsing their friends when they should be studying.

Yes we live in a scary world, and my kids decide to bless me with grandchildren I will be here to babysit, because sometimes you can't even trust the crazy maids.