Blogger Recognition Award -2018

| Written by Sushilove51 |

“Domo”

 

I admit it was a good feeling to look into my notifications and read that I was nominated for this award from this blog page: https://harbansinnerthoughts.com/2018/09/03/blogger-recognition-award-2018/ and just like him I am grateful to the person who created it.

My Award: It’s nice to be considered among 15 other bloggers that our words mean something to someone. And someone was moved by them.

The inception of my blog: I’ve always like writing down my thoughts and journal-ed throughout life. I figured I’d write a blog to organize my thoughts and try to relive my memories.

What is the true definition of friendship?

I don’t know how it’s defined universally but to me it’s the person or people who are there when everyone else turns there back on you.

How long we can live without true love?

I’m not sure if we truly live without experiencing true love. But then again we don’t know if it’s true love unless you’re willing to sacrifice yourself for each other.

Why we cannot control our emotions sometimes?

I see we are born with different temperament some may be able to control it better than others. Sometimes alcohol plays a part. Sometimes the moment calls for it.

 

Why we hide our true self sometimes?

It takes a while to warm up to people. Or it isn’t hiding it’s just operating throughout the day on autopilot.

Why self-awareness is important?

You get to live your own life. Instead, of trying to be like someone else you chase the goals that mean something to you. Enjoy your freedom.

Why sometimes we have to tell lies?

We don’t have to. But, I always think about Tony Montana’s quote in Scarface “I tell the truth even when I lie”. I think it means that if you want the best for someone you’ll tell a lie to lead them down the right path. Because even though you’re telling a lie you’re still trying to be a good influence.

How come we always ready for pay-back?

Not all of us. Maybe in adolescence. But, in adulthood I like to believe that we learn to forgive. Because we understand that all have different paths and pay-back can change our destiny into something unsavory.

What is the borderline between self-esteem and ego?

Probably, the same thing just labeled differently.

Does silence always work?

For meditation yeah. But, in the subject of relationships it can work to hurt it. Especially if it is done to show contempt. It feels horrible when people are apathetic towards you.

What is the role of meditation/prayer in our lives?

I know to those who don’t believe in the spiritual. It feels like a way to feel re-energized. But to others living holy lifestyles praying can be as vital as eating a meal or drinking water. It allows you to walk through a war zone without fear. Your chin up and eyes forward legs churning. Visualizing victory.

How long we can stay away from the truth?

It depends on how good we are at telling lies. Liars can tell so many lies that they believe them to be truth.

Why we become judgmental?

Our hearts are imperfect.

Is not it a fact that we learn more from our criticism than our appreciation?

Depends on the individual.

Is not a fact that ‘habits die hard’ ones they are formed?

Anyone can change. For better or worse.

My questionnaires.

You rub a lamp and a genie pops out. Offers you two wishes. What are they?

A king dies a tragic death and you inherit the throne. An evil uncle gets in the way. How do you get it back/ or do you get it back?

Upon winning your kingdom back. How do you govern it?

Strange settlers come to your land that is hidden from the rest of the world. Do you share your secrets with them or try to get them to leave?

You walk into an enchanted castle and captured by a prince who was turned in a beast. He gives you a chance to escape that night or stay to help him change back. What do you do?

Some witch doctor says he can give you anything you want. For exchange for your soul. Fair deal. Why or why not?

You throw a note in a bottle in the ocean knowing that it will go to the one person you want it to go and will be granted. Who does it go to?

Why is this person so special?

You’re giving a chance to have dinner on the moon. What do you eat? (No dairy, already provided)

If you had the option of walking into dreams or teleporting which one would it be and why?

My nominations for the award:-

“Empowered everyday blog” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/133052986

“Plants and Beyond” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/132166020

“Asian Foodie” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/89361876

“Harban’s inner thoughts” https://harbansinnerthoughts.com/

“Comically Quirky” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/92969433

“Visitor in a strange land” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/111856024

“The comic vault” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/121791430

“Three girls travel” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/148597830

“Anamika’s Blog” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/139987300

“Iain Kelley” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/21051983

“Blessed with a star on the forehead” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/33385295

“Oh Yes, They Did” https://ohyestheydid.ca/

“Classic Carmen” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/138333045

“Rolandomio Travel” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/341663

“Let me photograph you softly” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/133166418

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Late Night McDonald’s Japan |Part One|

|Written by Sushilove51 | Photo by M. Wakui |

“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.”

-D. Mamet

 

On sleepless nights.

I lay in bed with eyes shut wondering “What the heck?” and “Not, again”.

I’m annoyed by whatever this condition is. It’s not consistent enough to be insomnia. At the most it’ll happen twice a month.

Am I in a re-boot. That happens periodically. I can’t sleep sometimes and my thoughts bounce from idea to idea.

I used to try and get more sleep but I gave up on that idea. I learned to do something I need to get done, a chore. Something that burns calories to get me tired enough to fall into slumber.

Trying to to figure out what awoke me, a bad dream, a random thought, must of been something strange and for whatever reason. I’m up. Getting sleep shouldn’t take this much effort. We should just sail into it.

Like having to use the restroom. When it’s time to go and nature calls. You pick up, take a shot, swish.

I wake up and do whatever I want until I’m tired. The level of beat where I’m able to sleep where I stand. Friends who know me know I’m able. They’ve seen me in action.

This night I was far from it. Starving for something tasty. Thirsty for something root- beerish. No matter what the calorie count was. When I’m tired I act like a hungry drunk in that I have no resistance to what I’ll eat.

Lord knows. I’ve never woken up for midnight snack to eat a celery stick. My midnight snacks are sloppy and disgusting. A meal for Pregnant women and the Head of Biker Gangs.

Something like a bag of chips laid as a bed for a fat boy sandwich which is simply; two, three, four, slices of bread, and anything in the fridge to go in between. Drizzled with ketchup, relish, salt, pepper, hot sauce, soy sauce, Campbell’s Tomato Soup, no rules, anything goes.

And If this doesn’t satisfy me. I dig into a cereal box and eat claws full of it.

Tonight, I knew the food I wanted that my fridge didn’t have. It was a ten minute drive from my dorm room. And it’s no use of thinking of not going. My body’s been craving McDonald’s. Now, normally this wouldn’t happen in the States.

The restaurant has never been a priority to me. We have a Denny’s (Chicken-fried steak, Sampler Platter) We have a Jack in the box (eat anything as long as we have buttermilk ranch).

There are at least three other restaurants that I’d consider before thinking about a McDonald’s. But, the thing is…I’m in Japan and over here McDonald’s you get more than what you pay for.

I rose from my futon and went to my freshening up routine.

Brush Teeth, Wash Face, Wash Hands, Change Clothes. Out the door.

For a second I thought about knocking on the door of a neighbor. To see if anyone shared a desire to chow down burgers and fries. Then I thought about the added time I’d waste if they weren’t ready.

I couldn’t decide. But, I luckily I didn’t need to. While I was contemplating inviting people my legs didn’t stop from taking strides towards my car. And there in front of car.

I stepped in. Where I could still smell the cigarette smoke.Not because of me, but because I decided to be a bro and gave a co-worker a drive home hours before. Thankfully it wasn’t mine. I had been battling my cigarette addiction for a while. It’s kicked my butt for a while. This time I got the upper-hand.

So far at least. I cruise onto the streets that are lit by the amber glow of street lights.

8 minutes later, I pull into my destination.

 

What’s your favorite midnight meal?