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[1: 1,768 of 10,000] Serene Friday

In Article on July 29, 2016 at 1:40 PM

Friday

It’s almost one in the afternoon and my neighbourhood in Dubai Investment Park 2 is so quiet, heck even my neighbours in the building is going about their lives quietly. I am at peace drinking my instant Nescafe coffee, which is not bad at all.

I love weekends! It is specially rewarding that I have checked necessary personal items like understanding my investments, resolving the stocks that I couldn’t transfer, and still to buy a mutual fund. It was good to clean up my mailbox and read interesting articles from inspiring Derek Sivers, Ivanka Trump and company writing about women at work, and Dr. Guy Winch on psychology. It is fascinating to watch documentary about chefs called Chef’s Table on Netflix. I am continuing to read the book about Rules of Wealth by Richard Templar too.

Friday is the first day of the weekend when I am supposed to not think about work but see on how I can enrich my life better; but if I set a distinct line between my work and personal life, it doesn’t feel right but will only be expected if I hated my job. Slowly but surely, my job is starting to grow in me with a different way like I can make a difference and that it is making me feel very hopeful, working with love, and giving my very best. All because yesterday I feel sick, weak, dying, and I can capitalise on that.

[1: 1,732 of 10,000] Nothing Personal

In Poem on June 24, 2016 at 12:47 AM

Cute Monk

Hush now heart, mind, and soul
It is nothing personal when you are being attacked
Human is scared and protects himself

Love and love even more
Love and love anyway
Despite and amidst the hatred, fight with love

Watch the crippling anger
Pause, let it go, and don’t go back
Don’t let it grow, put it into a halt

Find the centre, the quiet, the peaceful
It exists, in meditation or prayer
Mostly in the act of kindness and forgiveness

Enjoy LIFE
Have courage to be silly, laugh
Do what’s best everyday and learn, that is all that is.

[1: 1,476 of 10,000] Personal Cards & Letters I Keep

In Journal on May 24, 2015 at 6:14 PM

Birthday Cards

I am a notorious destroyer (dishing them in the bin) of my own old journals but I am a sucker for personal cards and letters. I treasure even the handmade out from a magazine cut out sort of materials as long as it came from someone important to me and it contained a personal message.

FAMILY. The message where often silly especially if it’s coming from my sisters but this is exactly the moment that I get really attached and protective. The cards seemed magical like a time capsule that could contained all their love and could even trigger my tears.

FRIENDS. My own validation that I have a circle more than myself and my family, that I have actually took chances to let other people be part of my life, and they love me enough to give me a personal message, it’s an effort, not a careless email that can be deleted.

I got to be honest and practical, the cards are pretty slim so it is actually convenient to keep them. 😉

[1: 704 of 10,000] Clients, Business, and Getting Personal

In Journal on August 2, 2012 at 11:36 PM

I was in Sales for how many years and I am able to meet different clients with different business in mind and getting personal.

One prospective client asked where I go for college, mentioned the school’s name and he said, “So you’re one of the heart breakers.” It was not a question, it was clearly a statement. Geez, so what if I am? Was I? Maybe yes. I never closed a deal with that man and never met him back for a meeting. He ran away from me before I could set another meeting. Who broke her heart from my alma mater? I don’t care who did but wow that was a deep wound.

I was assigned to a very special project. I find my client pretty cute. To make things easier he finds me a great company. I thought we got something there but before it could move forward I backed out. It was good for a 3-day event and over. He made me real nervous and getting scolded big time.

He is my colleague’s client but found me dashingly attractive. He courted me four so many times and I declined him five times more *corny*. He finally got married but when I called him for a business transaction, he brought a bar of chocolate for me; damn he can’t move on and he never failed to weird me out.