Daily Prompt : Can’t Get Enough – Addiction

Daily Prompt: Can’t Get Enough

by michelle w. on October 9, 2013

Have you ever been addicted to anything, or worried that you were? Have you ever spent too much time and effort on something that was a distraction from your real goals?  Tell us about it.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us ADDICTING.

 via Daily Prompt: Can’t Get Enough.

Below is an exact copy of an old post of mine so appropriate for this topic on Daily Prompt.  That post was posted some couple of months ago and I am still as addicted !

As I was driving to work this morning, the word ADDICTION came into my mind.

the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.

In simple English, “addiction” is the condition of abnormally dependent on some habit.

 
From personal experience, I must admit I had fallen into the addiction trap.
No, my addiction has not caused me severe trauma but it made me at times as unsociable as a teenager hooked on some iphone, ipad or mac.
How embarrassing !
 
 

It all started innocently when friends from back home asked to share photos and to keep in touch from across the miles.

 

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Once on Facebook, there were many other side attractions.  I saw some delicious candies and clicked on those and then I was Candy Crushed.

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I was candy crushing, here, there and everywhere, night and day to the extent of begging my friends for more.

CANDYLIFE

Then the addiction for candies gave way to fruits.  Day in and day out I was gobbling strawberries, apples, carrots, onions and gathering magic beans in my quest to become a Farm Hero.

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One day a little voice said to me, “Grow up.  Do something more your age !”

Missing local Asian dramas from back home, I then went searching for some free Asian drama series to watch online.  I settled with Korean dramas not understanding a word of Korean but with the English subtitles, I got hooked in no time !

http://www.viki.com/videos/177636v-immortal-classic-episode-1

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The dramas were too addictive.  I watched till the wee hours of the night (morning).

A little voice spoke to me again.  “Do something more productive.”

I had wanted to write my autobiography some time ago and to do something productive would indeed be time to start writing my story.  I searched for a platform for my story and WordPress was the answer.

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I began my blog, started writing my true life story, told my kids I had started my autobiography but no one seemed interested. I thought of my childhood school friends back home and created a facebook page to link my blog to my facebook. Within a short time, I had every Tom, Dick and Harry not to mention Mary, Jane and Elizabeth visiting.  I easily got hooked again and loaded WordPress on my phone and notification of likes, comments and statistics were at my fingertips.  I went a step further to challenge myself to a Post A Week.

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For the first week of the challenge, I published four posts when the challenge was a Post A Week. At the momentum I was going, I am more into a Post A Day rather than a Post a Week.

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Now back to the topic.  Addiction is an ongoing process.  You try getting out of one addiction, you move on to the next, you got hooked, you left thinking you could do something more worthwhile, you ended up getting into another addiction and another and another and the trend goes on and on.

In a nutshell, my latest addiction is WordPress.
YES, I am ADDICTED to WordPress.

WordPress the minute I wake up,

WordPress before bedtime,

WordPress checking my phone in the middle of the night,

WordPress the minute I wake up.

WordPress, WordPress, WordPress, WordPress, WordPress, WordPress !
It now seems that my life revolves around WordPress !! WordPress !! WordPress !!

New Zealand’s top WordPress.com sites

I was doing a search on New Zealand blogs with WordPress and came across this article kindly posted by Bill Bennett (dated way back in 2008) which I have reblogged.  I am just wondering if I have missed out the updated version from this post.  It would be interesting to get an updated listing so if you are a New Zealand WordPress blogger or know of any New Zealand WordPress sites, please feel to add the link in the comments or pingback.  And of course “Yours faithfully” this little borneo girl is a NZ blog with WordPress.

Thank you Bill Bunnett for this post.

Two Eyes, Two Ears, Two Hands, Two Feet

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Two Eyes

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Two Ears

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Two Hands

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Two Feet

What’s the significance of all the TWOs ?

My blog turns TWO today.  No, not two years yet but two months.  These couple of months were thoroughly enjoyable and fulfilling.  Although I spent quite a fair bit of time (probably more than I should) on WordPress, I felt those times were well spent and fulfilling for two (2) main reasons.

1.  I saw my thoughts in writing, my story written out and I read them rather than just reflecting upon them in my mind.

2.  I made ‘friends’ with like minded bloggers and that is indeed an encouragement visiting each other’s blogs and connection built through ‘Likes’ and ‘Comments’.

It all sounded like everything comes in

two (2),

a pair,

a couple,

double,

twin,

second,

repeat,

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So today, I rejoice on the occasion of my two months with WordPress and celebrate the word TWO and the wonder of TWO.

Thoughts around Two in my head now waiting to be typed out.

“Two’s company, three’s a crowd.”

” ….. my Two pence worth of thoughts.”

“It takes Two to tango.”

“It takes Two hands to clap.”

“Put the Two and Two together.”

“Two of us.”

“Two by two.”

“Two eyes, Two ears, Two hands, Two feet.”

Coincidentally too this post was written today on 22/7/13.  A date that is 22, a double two ready for publishing on 25/7/13.  I have always published my posts immediately and even edited ‘live’ but this post chose to differ because it will only be published when my blog is two months old (young).

I would like to invite everyone who stumbled upon this post or my WP friends and followers to please comment and share something, a sentence or two or a poem, anything at all of what comes into your mind, the significance of TWO.

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Those are the hands of two good friends.

“Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.”  –  Aristotle  –

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Addiction

As I was driving to work this morning, the word ADDICTION came into my mind.

the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.


In simple English, “addiction” is the condition of abnormally dependent on some habit.

From personal experience, I must admit I had fallen into the addiction trap.
No, my addiction has not caused me severe trauma but it made me at times as unsociable as a teenager hooked on some iphone, ipad or mac.  
How embarrassing !

It all started innocently when friends from back home asked to share photos and to keep in touch from across the miles.

facebook

Once on Facebook, there were many other side attractions.  I saw some delicious candies and clicked on those and then I was Candy Crushed.

CANDYCRUSH

I was candy crushing, here, there and everywhere, night and day to the extent of begging my friends for more.

CANDYLIFE

Then the addiction for candies gave way to fruits.  Day in and day out I was gobbling strawberries, apples, carrots, onions and gathering magic beans in my quest to become a Farm Hero.

1-farm-heroes-saga-on-facebook-2

One day a little voice said to me, “Grow up.  Do something more your age !”

Missing local Asian dramas from back home, I then went searching for some free Asian drama series to watch online.  I settled with Korean dramas not understanding a word of Korean but with the English subtitles, I got hooked in no time !

http://www.viki.com/videos/177636v-immortal-classic-episode-1

koreandrama

The dramas were too addictive.  I watched till the wee hours of the night (morning).

A little voice spoke to me again.  “Do something more productive.”

I had wanted to write my autobiography some time ago and to do something productive would indeed be time to start writing my story.  I searched for a platform for my story and WordPress was the answer.

wordpress

I began my blog, started writing my true life story, told my kids I had started my autobiography but no one seemed interested. I thought of my childhood school friends back home and created a facebook page to link my blog to my facebook. Within a short time, I had every Tom, Dick and Harry not to mention Mary, Jane and Elizabeth visiting.  I easily got hooked again and loaded WordPress on my phone and notification of likes, comments and statistics were at my fingertips.  I went a step further to challenge myself to a Post A Week.

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For the first week of the challenge, I published four posts when the challenge was a Post A Week. At the momentum I was going, I am more into a Post A Day rather than a Post a Week.

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Now back to the topic.  Addiction is an ongoing process.  You try getting out of one addiction, you move on to the next, you got hooked, you left thinking you could do something more worthwhile, you ended up getting into another addiction and another and another and the trend goes on and on.

In a nutshell, my latest addiction is WordPress.
YES, I am ADDICTED to WordPress.

WordPress the minute I wake up,

WordPress before bedtime,

WordPress checking my phone in the middle of the night,

WordPress the minute I wake up.

WordPress, WordPress, WordPress, WordPress, WordPress, WordPress !
It now seems that my life revolves around WordPress !! WordPress !! WordPress !!

That one special man in my life

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Readers, there are not many autobiographies that I could find on wordpress.  I am not a celebrity, I am just an ordinary woman and my autobiography may not interest everyone.  I have no intention of building a big audience and opening up my life story for the world to read but if you happen to stumble upon my blog, you are warmly invited to read the true life story of this little Borneo girl (once upon a time).  If you read my ‘About’ page, you will know the purpose of my blog and this post is the framework of my story.  If you are a friend or an acquaintance or even just my new fellow blogger, after reading this post, you are considered a friend if you let me know you have read my story (this post).  I sincerely hope that my children and my future generation (to come) will visit this post.  In saying this, I pray that WordPress will last forever.  My heart is beating as I am about to publish this page.  It is a hard decision and takes a lot out of me to share such a personal story.  Please read on or leave this page.  Thank you.

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This little Borneo girl has grown up.  She was a baby, she was a child, she was a teenager, she is now a woman, a wife (though no longer) and a mother.  She met this one special man in her life when she was barely 21 years old.

Here is her story.

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– Kuching Reservoir Park – 
courtesy of  http://jiayiing87.blogspot.co.nz

In the early 1980s the Kuching Reservoir Park was any joggers’ (as well as lovers’) haven.  When I was in the sixth form, I sat next to a window that overlook this park and often saw lovebirds and romance in the air in this once lovely park.  I never imagined that this was where I would meet this handsome man who eventually became my husband (now ex).

I was young and he was nine years older than me.  There was a group of us girls but he chose to date me.  Our romance was quick and swift.  It was three months of dating, engaged on the third month, marriage on the sixth month and parents within a year.  We were in such a rush for no apparent reason.  I was a beautiful young woman.  He was a handsome man with a baby-faced look.  When he met me, he had just returned from OE after working in Brunei.

The fairy tale romance story did not last very long but our friendship lasted forever.  I was (and still am) blessed to have my aunt (2 ko) who helped cared for our baby. Our baby was our princess and I gave her everything I wished for but never had when I was a child.  Our second child was born four years later.  Our youngest came three years after our second child.  At that time, my husband and myself were totally focused in our job and building our career not realizing that we had drifted, just naturally drifted away from each other.  He was education in Mandarin and I was in English, we talked but we could not communicate and that did not help in building our relationship.

He worked long hours, started off working with his late uncle and a cousin in the shipping industry and eventually they pooled all they resources together to buy some cargo vessels and became ship owners.  The company went public listed and shares shot up from 90 sen to RM18.  When the company shares were at its peak, I was living with my grandmother in Singapore as I need desperately to ‘find myself’.  My marriage had no meaning and I was vulnerable and I had stupidly fallen in love with another man not knowing he was someone else’s husband until the relationship was too deep to let go.  With my husband, I was too young to know the true meaning of love.  With this man, I gave my all.  That relationship lasted on and off for a decade and almost took my life.  I debated with myself whether or not to write about this chapter and open it out for all to read but the main purpose of my blog is my autobiography, my true life story, totally raw and unedited.  I am not writing for sympathy or condemnation because I called upon the Lord and God has forgiven me as in Psalms 86:5.  I can only hope that readers, family, friends or strangers will recite my favourite verse, Ephesians 4:32 before passing any judgement if necessary.

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– Courtesy of http://www.biblelockscreen.com 

PSALM 86:5

New International Version (NIV)

You, Lord, are forgiving and good,
abounding in love to all who call to you.

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– courtesy of http://wallpaper4god.com

Today, I looked back at this relationship which should never have happened but it happened for a reason.  In the midst of a sea load of tears, there were bits of happiness.  I smile and I no longer cry.  I learnt what love was and also know what it is like to be loved.  True love is about connection, the ability to connect without speaking, the ability to look into each other’s eyes and read into each other’s thoughts.  Connection happens when two people are able to communicate by facial expressions just by looking at each other and connecting so deeply that one can see into the other’s soul.  A loving and compatible couple is like a key and a key hole.  That was what this man said of he and me.  We just clicked.

key– courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

When I was healing, my father gave me a plaque which read “What appears to be the end may really be a new beginning”.

beginning– courtesy of http://wishhunt.com

Returning to the story of this one special man in my life,  my husband came home one night and said that he had lost everything during the financial crisis.  We were in the midst of a divorce but because of the turn of event, we stayed ‘married’ because the best thing to do was to stay together, to comfort each other.  The comfort of just being there for each other.  Had I not ran away while he was at the peak of his career and be the supportive wife and financial advisor, we would probably be able to salvage some of his wealth.  However, the reality of loosing those millions  did not sadden me in the least.  I told my husband we had never lived the life of an extravagant multi-millionaire so having never lived that kind life, we definitely would not be any less off.  We had and always lived in comfort and in luxury within means and we are still living very comfortably with or without the millions.  My children went to private school and after that financial crisis, they probably were the poorest of the rich kids in school.  Growing up amongst the elite, my kids were not some spoilt rotten rich kids, they grew up appreciating the value of money and I am proud of my children in this aspect.

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– courtesy of http://www.searchquotes.com

Although I do not have a fairytale ending with “live happily ever after” to my marriage, I am blessed that my ex husband and I have a “happily ever after” friendship.  We parted ways, no longer husband and wife because of lack of communication and too much into building a career that took toll on our love and connection.  My ex husband is a very kind man, simple and helpful to everyone.  Today, he is still very much part of my life, a big part of my family and my true friend.

You are reading the true life story of one little Borneo girl and this post is of her life as a young woman of 21 through to mid 30s.  If any of my readers wish to leave a comment and share any personal experiences with regards to love or how true or not that “love is blind”, please feel free to leave a comment.

true-friendship-quotes-with-images– Courtesy of http://www.goodmorningwishes.com

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– Courtesy of http://dailypost.wordpress.com –

For personal record, this is my 3rd post for Week 1 of  a “Post A Week” Challenge.

The writer reserves the exclusive right on this post and does not permit “Reblog” or “Share” on facebook.  Any form of circulation, printed or copied of this post is strictly prohibited.  This story is only available through http:littlegirlstory.wordpress.com.

Post A Week 2013 Challenge !!!

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My blog is now seven weeks old (young).  I had never intended to have a blog in the first place.  Where can I find all the time to blog?  Furthermore, I am not a writer, neither am I an avid reader.  I just wanted to find a place to record my existence and leave a mark on this world.  This ‘littlegirlstory’ is my journal for my autobiography and then branched out to other thoughts as they crept into my page.

Thank you WordPress for providing me the platform to make that happen.

I am going to challenge myself to a “Post A Week” taking readers through stories from my past, present activities and thoughts.  Will take up this challenge from NOW all the way till we wave goodbye to 2013 then I will truly deserve a CHRISTMAS BREAK !

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Over the past seven weeks, I had published twenty-two (22) posts, including my “About” page.  That averaged to three (3) posts per week so (fingers crossed) I should complete my challenge with flying colors going at this momentum.

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Before I sign off this post, sharing below message from WordPress.

Readers Find image widget instructions here. Make sure to have the image link to http://dailypost.wordpress.com, so that others can learn about the challenge, too.

If I am able to motivate other bloggers to join me to a “Post A Week” (or the more adventurous may want to a “Post A Day”), please acknowledge this little Borneo girl and link back to https://littlegirlstory.wordpress.com

So it’s time for a CHALLENGE. 

This post is counted as my 1st post for Week 1.
For ease of record, my week count starts from Monday to Sunday.

YES WE CAN !

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Courtesy of http://addicted2success.com

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