Disppointed

I tried to look for some freelance writing jobs on the internet yesterday. I figured I could do some use with my writing skills, writing and earning at the same time. I registered in a website which I found so interesting. An email was sent to me for verification and I was led to a test.

Taking the test was quite fun. I remembered my high school English tests. The first part was grammar which was kinda elementary and the second part was essay. I was tasked to write a movie review of 100-150 words with the specified format and given keywords, all under a 15-minute time pressure.

But I was able to accomplish the test and waited in great anticipation for the results. I then received an email that I should expect the results, either accepted or not, within two weeks. I felt quite positive and to my surprise, just this morning, I received my acceptance letter.

I started reading about their system, writing guides and principles, requirements, etc. I felt I was quite ready to take on my first order. And so when I checked on the available orders, I found myself heavily disappointed that not even a single order out of more than 150 orders caught my interest.

The job orders were to write research papers, term papers, course outlines, modules, etc. based on the topics the clients provided. OMG! They are assignments! I can't quite get a grip on the fact that these clients are students from all over the world, looking for writers to do their assignments for them!

Believing for a Supernatural Year

You might have planned on having an average year but God has already lined up an extraordinary year. You might have planned on just getting by but God is planning on abundance. He's planning on overflow.

Often times we look at situations that are happening in the natural. We might look at the economy, or our pocket book and are tempted to look at this year with a limited perspective, not really expecting much. But we have to realize God is a supernatural God. Just because we don't see a way doesn't mean God doesn't have a way. You may not see how things will work out, but all you need to respond with is, "Lord, I believe." God is directing your steps and will put the right people in your path and put you at the right place at the right time.

You may be in debt, but God says, "You're coming out. You're coming into overflow." The economy may be down but God says, "You're going to see supernatural increase, supernatural promotion" Get it in your spirit that it's going to be a supernatural year.

Decide to increase your expectancy and get into agreement with God. You're going to have some, "Who would have ever thought this could happen to me" blessings, explosive blessings that you will blast you into a whole new level. It's going to be a year where you see dreams come to pass, a year where you get stronger and healthier. It's going to be a year where you look back and say, "Wow! God outdid Himself this year!"

Source: http://www.joelosteen.com/_layouts/Champion.aspx?date=2009-2-19

Email Nonsense Part II

As I have posted in my previous blog entry, forwarded emails flood our mailboxes everyday. However, we must learn to distinguish which are good ones and which speak of the truth, and therefore good and helpful to pass on. I opted to itemize here the truths in each forwarded mails I receive and I will be continuing to update this list regularly.

1. Red Bull Can Increase Heart Attacks or Strokes - FICTION
2. Hair Bands From China Made From Recycled Condoms - TRUTH
3. Popping Popcorn With Cell Phones - FICTION
4. Safety Tips For Women Regarding Abduction - FICTION
5. Help Find Ashley Flores - FICTION
6. Ericsson is Giving Away Free Laptops - FICTION
7. Pictures From Raid of Drug Dealer's House in Mexico - TRUTH
8. Storm Pictures of Hurricane Katrina - FICTION
9. A Whale of a Killing in Denmark - TRUTH & FICTION
10. Man Who Befriended a Great White Shark - FICTION
11. Giant 22-lb Rabbit - TRUTH
12. Chimpanzee Takes Over Mothering Duties for Two Tiger Cubs - TRUTH
13. Ligers, a Cross Between a Lion and a Tiger - TRUTH
14. Deaths From Soda Cans Contaminated With Rat Urine - FICTION
15. KFC Using Genetically Engineered Chickens With No Feathers or Beaks - FICTION

Whenever I receive forwarded emails of this sort these days, I can't help but roll my eyes and tell myself, really now?! Most of these emails were really impossible and yet, people keep on forwarding them, most probably believing them and not even thinking if it is true or not. However, some of these emails may seem unbelievable but they convey the truth!

Source: http://www.truthorfiction.com

Confessions of a Shopaholic The Movie

I have actually waited for Shopaholic The Movie for a few months already. The showing was delayed by a couple of months. Though I waited for it, I didn't quite expect to like it that much because of the press releases I read about the film. And personally, the pictures I've seen weren't what I was expecting of Becky Bloomwood, not because of Isla Fisher, but because of what she looked like.

Watching the movie however, I've thought of some points that made me like the movie despite all the qualms I had. The movie was very unlike the story in the books but they did get the gist. The movie was a mixture of three Shopaholic books, Confessions, Abroad and Ties the Knot. Although in the original story, Becky was British, and in the movie she was American, I thought it was fine. It was her being addicted to shopping that was important, afterall.

The part I didn't like the most was about Luke. First of all, Luke Brandon should've already established his own company, and although Hugh Dancy is good looking enough, he doesn't fit the description of the "original" Luke Brandon. Well, I must just understand the thought behind this was to make a nice twist to the story.

Overall, the movie was great, not comparing it with the stories in the book, however. It was funny and witty and romantic, all the same.

Adam Khoo

A Blog Post by Singapore's Youngest Millionaire Adam Khoo

Some of you may already know that I travel around the region pretty frequently, having to visit and conduct seminars at my offices in Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand and Su Zhou(China).

I am in the airport almost every other week, so I get to bump into many people who have attended my seminars or have read my books.

Recently, someone came upto me on a plane to KL and looked rather shocked. He asked, 'How come a millionaire like you is travelling economy?' My reply was, 'That's why I am a millionaire.' He still looked pretty confused. This, again confirms that greatest lie ever told about wealth(which I wrote about in my latest book 'Secrets of Self Made Millionaires'). Many people have been brainwashed to think that millionaires have to wear Gucci, Hugo Boss, Rolex etc. (I shop at G2000 by the way) and sit on first class in air travel. This is why so many people never become rich because the moment they earn more money, they think that it is only natural that they spend more, putting them back to square one.

The truth is that most self-made millionaires(not those lucky who inherited money) are frugal and only spend on what is necessaryand of value. That is why they are able to accumulate and multiply their wealth so much faster. Over the last 7 years, I have saved about 80% of my income while today I save only about 60% (because I have my wife, motherin law, 2 maids, 2 kids, etc. to support). Still, it is way above most people who save 10% of their income (if they are lucky). I refuse to buy a first class ticket or to buy a $300 shirt because I think that it is a complete waste of money. However, I happily pay $1,300 to send my 2-year old daughter to Julia Gabriel Speech and Drama without thinking twice.

When I joined the YEO(Young Entrepreneur's Organization) a few years back (YEO is an exclusive club open to those who are under 40 and make over $1m a year in their own business) I discovered that those who were self-made, thought like me. Many of them with net worths well over $5m, travelled ecomony class and some even drove Toyota 's and Nissans. I noticed that it was only those who never had to work hard to build their own wealth (there were also a few ministers' and tycoons' sons in the club) who spent like there was no tomorrow. Somehow, when you did not have to build everything from scratch, you do not really value money. This is precisely the reason why a family's wealth (no matter how much) rarely lasts past the third generation. Thank god, my rich dad(oh no, I sound like Kiyosaki) foresaw this terrible possibility and refused to give me a cent to start my business.

Then some people ask me, 'What is the point in making so much money if you don't enjoy it?' The thing is that I don't really find happiness in buying branded clothes, jewelry or sitting first class. Even if buying something makes me happy, it is only for a while. It does not last. Material happiness never lasts, it just give you a quick fix. After a while you feel lousy again and have to buy the next thing which you think will make you happy. I always think that if you need material things to make you happy, then you live a pretty sad and unfulfilled life.
Instead, what makes ME happy is when I see my children laughing and playing and learning so fast. What makes me happy is when I see my companies and trainers reaching more and more people every year in so many more countries. What makes me really happy is when I read all the emails about how my books and seminars have touched and inspired someone's life. What makes me really happy is reading all your wonderful posts about how this BLOG is inspiring you. This happiness makes me feel really good for a long time, much much more than what a Rolex would do for me.

I think the point I want to put across is that happiness must come from doing your life's work(be in teaching, building homes, designing, trading, winning tournaments, etc.) and the money that comes is only a by-product.If you hate what you are doing and rely on the money you earn to make you happy by buying stuff, then I think that you are living a life no better than a prostitute.

The V-Day

Time for a break from the short story. I'm actually thinking of finishing the story to be a complete book coz when I was writing it and even after I've written that first part, I've sort of gotten a lot of ideas for it. So maybe I'll finish it as a short story or make enough twists for a book.

Now enough of the book. I'd like to write a bit about my day yesterday. It was Valentine's Day and I haven't planned on doing anything special. But Karl and I woke up early to go to the bank. Then we headed to the supermarket but we were not thinking of really buying anything. Thinking about it, it was fun going to the supermarket when you're not in a hurry and when it seems you could browse and check a lot of stuff or simply window shop. We managed to buy some things and waited for the salon to open. Karl had his hair cut and I urged him to have some highlights as well. It was one thing that he seemed to be thinking of doing for a very long time but haven't got the guts to really do it but yesterday, he finally did. I waited for him to finish in a shop and when I saw him with his new look, I thought he looked funny. But not because of his new look but because he looked like he was feeling weird and awkward. But I told him it looked nice and just sort of casual so he doesn't need to bother.

When we got home and had lunch, he was teased by our housemates but I told him not to mind them. His new look made him look much younger especially after he have shaved. We prepared to leave because Karl had some appointments. We went to Wellington School and watched football practice by some youngsters where they promoted the Adidas products. I returned back in the car and had a nap. Then we went to Al Safa Park to bring the promoters there.

As we haven't planned anything, we went to Dubai Mall, roamed a bit, visited the Adidas shop and had dinner. The we dropped by at Festival City to visit the Originals shop there. While Karl was talking to the shop assistants, I managed to find a nice pair of high-cut shoes.

Overall, Valentines Day is alright. It wasn't the usual fine dining date with flowers or anything, but spending the day with Karl was a nice enough celebration.

Love Amidst Depression

The following story was inspired by Jojo. It was like a prompt that he gave me and I suddenly had the idea. His version was actually "Love in the Time of Retrenchment". But I thought it sounded like the novel and movie "Love in the Time of Cholera" so I tweaked it a bit.

Ethan Brown sat motionless in his seat for what seemed like an hour. He couldn't believe it. He actually didn't notice that he was still for so long because of the shock he had just received in a letter. He was fired. He lost his job. He was terminated. And he could not do anything about it.

At last, Ethan stood up. He did not bother to pack and tidy his desk. He grabbed his thick skin overcoat and set out for a long walk outside. The wintry February breeze was hard on his face. No sun shone in the sky, thick clouds loomed heavily above. The cobbled London streets were white with snow with only a few passers-by at this time of the day. But none of these took Ethan's notice. He was numbed with shock. He just lost his job as a Design Architect in one of the biggest firms in the country.

Mulling things over, he realized he should have expected it somehow. The economy was at its worst in the last quarter and all companies big and small were obviously affected. Redundancies were already heard in various offices in the past couple of weeks and having a senior position in the company, he knew that his office was in trouble too. For the past weeks, he was too occupied with design presentations for a couple of projects for bidding. But all his hard work did not pay off. He was not able to win any bidding and the company had no new project. Even the current projects they were working on will be finished soon and others were put on hold or worse, cancelled. The company was surely in great turmoil and as one of the measures to cut on company losses, they made certain positions redundant. And so he was one of the fifty employees who received the letters of termination this morning.

He didn't notice that he reached the train station at Charring Cross. The woman behind the counter asked him where he was going and as he caught sight of the train map nearby, he blurted the first station his eyes came upon, Paddington Station. He paid the woman and took his ticket and change and proceeded to the platform where his train will be arriving in five minutes. Still deep in his own reverie, he did not notice the woman wearing dark glasses and long frock coat who stood beside him.

As he stepped into the train, he sat across the window and gazed in the gloomy scenery outside. A woman sat beside him and he did not even bother to look. Five minutes after the train took off, he was pulled out of his deep thoughts when the woman beside him dozed off and her head was falling towards him.

Ethan felt irritated and wanted to wake the woman up but he didn't want to be rude. The woman looked completely exhausted. He simply ignored this and continued gazing out of the window. After a few more minutes, the woman's head fell completely on his shoulder and she still seemed oblivious as her head stayed on his shoulder.

He can hear the woman's even breathing, with her head so close to his face. He shifted his body awkwardly but the woman continued to sleep. After a few more movements, the woman didn't even stir so he ignored his attempts altogether and let her head stay on his shoulder. He shifted for the last time to make himself comfortable in his position.

While the woman's head rested on his shoulder, her face was tilted a little upward so that her face was somewhat facing him. He glanced sideways and took notice of the woman's smooth white skin. Her dark glasses was still on but he caught a glimpse of dark and long lashes on her closed eyes. He wondered what color her eyes were. Her nose stood up nicely and her cheekbones looked in harmony with her entire unmasked face. Her lips were very little ways apart but it may seem unnoticeable as they are a bit moist and pouty and no lipstick blocked their natural beauty. He wondered what those luscious lips taste like.

He took a deep breath as he shook himself away from those thoughts. He had more matters in his head he should be dealing with rather than succumbing to lusting thoughts this stranger beside him had brought on. But his deep breath had finally awoken the woman. She jerked off in a sudden movement that she bumped her head on Ethan's chin.

"Ow!" Ethan blurted out, rubbing his chin.

"Oh, sorry!" the woman said simultaneously. She raised her head up and looked at him realizing that she she had her head on the man's shoulder. Embarrassed by this realization, she felt the heat rise up on her cheeks as she blushed scarlet.

Ethan was about to retort when he noticed her blushing cheeks. The color made her face look so dashing that he forgot what he was about to say. "Er,it's okay," he said instead. The woman awkwardly moved a little way away from him.

Her single statement left ringing in Ethan's ear. She had a soft and sweet, melodic voice. He gazed out of the window again but the face of the woman seemed to loom in front of him. As if he was not dumbstruck enough, she spoke again. "Sorry, I dozed off and fell on your shoulders. You must've felt uncomfortable. I don't normally sleep on travels but I was just so exhausted."

He caught her blushing again as he faced her. "It doesn't matter. It happens," he said simply.

Madeleine thought he looked so serious and felt even more embarrassed when she disturbed him. She felt completely awake now. She did not usually talk to strangers, let alone initiate conversation and she surprised herself when she continued talking.

"So, where are you headed?" she asked.

Ethan was amazed with himself when he didn't feel irritated by the woman's questioning. She seemed like she wanted to hold a conversation. He thought of discouraging her but found himself answering her attentively.

"I bought a ticket to Paddington Station but I have no particular place to go to. Any ideas where can I go? he said, longing for her answer to hear her singsong voice again.

"I don't have any ideas, but what do you have in mind?" Madeleine answered.

"Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me?" Ethan blurted out before he can stop himself. "But of course, you needed rest obviously," he amended.

"I think, what I really need is a cup of strong coffee. I'm Madeleine," she said smiling at him while offering her gloved hand altogether.

"Ethan," he answered and smiled and accepted her hand. The electronic female voice suddenly announced Paddington Station. Madeleine stood up and scooped up her tote. She tightened the belt around her coat, preparing for the cold outside the train doors. She stepped out of the train and so did Ethan, stepping aside so he walked beside her.

They didn't talk much while walking as the cold breeze required them to pull their coats and neck warmers up, nearly covering their mouths and making conversation impossible. It seemed that a snowstorm was coming soon. Madeleine stopped in front of a cafe named Fresco and turned to speak to Ethan.

"Does this look okay with you?" she said nearly shouting above the already howling winds.

"Looks good to me," Ethan replied and grabbed to push open the door of the cafe and ushered Madeleine in.

She sat on a couch in a corner table beside the glass window and Ethan sat opposite her. The cafe felt warm and comfortable and as the place was not too crowded at the moment and with only a few lights on and a gloomy scene outside, the place looked cozy and ambient.

A waitress arrived at their table and gave them a menu. Madeleine ordered a large cappuccino while Ethan wanted a large latte. Madeleine finally removed her glasses and set them on the table. Ethan noticed that she had deep brown eyes and he was right about the long lashes. But her eyes seemed to have dark purple circles underneath them. (to be continued)

The Looming Terror in the Midst of the Global Economic Crisis

The current situation was truly unexpected. We were all very stable at first and suddenly, instability and chaos is spreading like wildfire. Maybe it should be expected afterall, what with the constant downturn of every economy and poverty worsening in every nation.

The Middle East countries were the ones most affected. Particularly here in the UAE, where the infrastructure business has immediately soared up high in the recent years. With the current situation, the country is also the one to immediately fall down.

Living in the UAE for almost three years, I have seen its gradual downturn. With my 100 dirhams, my trolley is already full. The rent and electricity bills were not that high. You can live for a week with only very minimal amount in your pockets. This is three years ago.

When I arrived here with a visit visa, I was able to find a job for three days. In my first year, I was able to switch jobs, looking for the best one until I found Atkins. Now I am with the company for nearly two years.

In almost three years, I have soared up high like Dubai. I got married, got my own apartment, bought a lot, a car and a business in the Philippines, and got two cars here, for me and my husband. But maybe like Dubai, I'll be having an immediate downfall too.

There is no other news nowadays than the massive redundancies in various consulting, design and construction companies. Several people I know have already been made redundant. And as the crisis continues, everyone is just awaiting their own time. In Atkins alone, news spread that 1000 job cuts will be made by the end of March.

The crisis will surely end, but as it is just reaching it's peak, it is really frightening because nobody knows what will happen next. Everyone is gripped by terror of what this global economic crisis will do to them.

Email Nonsense

Everyone gets a lot of emails everyday and I know everyone hates spam mails. Usually spams enter your spam or bulk folder and they stick there unless you open or move them so they have become less annoying. But most of emails sent everyday are from people you know, your friends and families, which are either chain emails or invalidated warnings most often than not. I'd like to specify those types of emails I really, really hate to receive, and I know most of you do too, unless you find them very interesting, which I think only mindless people do.

1. Send Or You'll Die !

This really tops my list. I hate emails being forwarded to everyone with precautions that something really bad will happen to you or your family if you're not going to forward them. You'll die, you're going to have years of bad luck, or you're going to be haunted by some freaky old lady or something. Hey, guys! It's the 21st century, do you think this will really happen? And if this really is true, I would have died a very long time ago eversince emails were created!

2. Religious Chain Mails
I don't mind being sent with prayers and wishes, as long as you don't take the name of the Lord in vain. It's one of the greatest sins, and do you think the Lord will not bless you unless you forward the email? What kind of god do you believe in? The Lord I know blesses everyone who simply believe and have faith in Him, without having the obligation to forward any emails.

3. Truth or Nonsense?

I get this very often. These emails usually give dire warnings about some food or drinks or anything leading to cancer, heart attacks or other fatal illnesses. Some of these emails are about other interesting controversies like whales or dolphins being morbidly slaughtered, possible hijackers, new ways to rob you, or the likes. Most of these emails are even supported by pictures or diagrams. While most of these emails are really interesting and attention-catching, I urge everyone to validate the authenticity of such mails before forwarding them to everyone you know. A lot of these emails are NOT TRUE and forwarding them only causes confusion and widespread rumors. There are websites that validate the truths of such emails.

Whale Killing in Denmark, Truth or Fiction? Cold water during meals is bad?

The creation of email is really such a phenomenon that has helped a lot in our everyday communication. However, this has also become the source of confusion, rumors and even terror. You can always ignore mails or better yet, validate if it's the truth or fiction before believing in them because you may end up curled up in your room, afraid do anything because of something you read from your email.

The Only One Left Standing

He gazed up into the sky. The sun was too hot on his skin, but he knew he has strength enough for this. Yet, as his eyes level on the ground, he can't help feeling a spasm of fear. He still can't quite believe the scene before him. The ground was cracked with excessive dryness. Not a single green shrub or even a small green grass could be seen. No animals mill around the area. No birds, not even insects. Everything stood still in silence.

As he stood in utter loneliness, he remembered the time a few months back. A stream was gloriously running on his right side. Thick greeneries surround the area. Wild animals are running all round. The forest was bursting with life.

But now, all he could see is a barren land. The place was a victim of human's cruelty. And now drought has descended upon the land and the forest suffered a severe blow. Nature was history. As he stood in the midst of this sad scene, he knew that his time will soon be up too. Like the others who were unpityingly slaughtered by the greedy humans. Like the animals who were hunt to extinction and the others who fled for survival. There was no more future.

He wished he could cry. He wished he could shed tears to alleviate the emptiness and fear he was feeling. He was hopeless. He closed his eyes and awaited for what was to befall on him. He did not win to have survived this long. He was the only one left standing. The single last tree in the middle of the empty forest.

This is prompt #256. The instruction was actually to write in the view of the single tree in the forest but I opted to write it in the third person.

Put the Glass Down

A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see; asked the students,' How much do you think this glass weighs?'

'50gms!' .... '100gms!' ......'125gms' ......the students answered.

'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor,'but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?'

'Nothing' the students said.

'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked.

'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students.

'You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?'

'Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress; paralysis;

Have to go to hospital for sure!'ventured another student; all the students laughed.

'Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?' asked the professor.

'No' the students said.

'Then what caused the arm ache & the muscle stress?'

The students were puzzled.

'Put the glass down!' said one of the students.

'Exactly!' said the professor.' Life's problems are something like this.

Hold it for a few minutes in your head; they seem OK.

Think of them for a long time & they begin to ache. Hold it even longer & they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything.

It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but

EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to sleep.

That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh & strong & can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!'


Remember to 'PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY!

Another forwarded email to share...

The Dream Place

I woke up in alarm. I just had a very vivid dream. I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. It was still very dark but a hint of light is seeping through the curtained windows. It must have been dawn. I know it's a weekend so I should probably get back to sleep. I slowly closed my eyes and fell into sleep where my dream continued where it had left off.

I opened my eyes again. Large chunks of sunlight are bursting from the window. It was a nice warm day. After a couple of minutes' stretching and yawning, I pushed myself up, still not entirely sure if I was fully awake. I was still in deep concentration trying to remember my dream. I pulled my robe on and headed to the window to push the curtains aside and let the early morning sunshine fill my room. I was yawning as I was trying to hook the curtain string onto place. My eyes lingered for a very short moment outside the window. I was halfway through another yawn when I gasped.

Trying to shake myself to full alertness, I blinked, not once, not twice, but thrice. But still, the images in front of my eyes did not fade. Carefully, I head out for the door and reached for its handle. It was only then that I realized that everything was different. I turned my back to the door and faced the bed. The four-poster bed was so huge, the white chiffon hangings perfectly brushed and tied aside and the sheets were immaculate, even though I just slept in it. On either side of the bed are wooden side tables, surely antique, with handsome handcrafted carvings and elegantly classic lamps sat on top of them. My gaze slowly moved up toward the ceiling. I held my breath as I saw a gigantic chandelier with intricate crystals that will surely be mesmerizing when lighted. Then I noticed that the entire room was circular. And it was a very huge room. Almost all the walls were made of floor to ceiling glass which were draped with heavy curtains and light material hangings in between, breaking the monotony of wooden panels. On the far side of the wall, a glass door was ajar and cool breeze was seeping through. Adjacent to the glass door was an ornate wooden door which probably leads to the bathroom.

My head started to spin as I asked myself, where the hell was I? I turned the knob on the door as my heart pounded hard on my chest. I was momentarily blinded by the blazing sun but my nose was suddenly filled by a different kind of fragrance, something breezy and salty. I inhaled more deeply as I opened my eyes to the most magnificent sight I have ever seen. Several feet ahead of me was the brilliant blue sea, shimmering and dancing under the sun. The waves rushing to the shore were like music dancing with the breeze. The sands were lined with thick coconut trees bending towards the sea.

As I was taking all the sights in, I noticed that I was standing on wooden floor on a wide veranda. A matching round wooden table that sits four was laden with a wide assortment of food. Tropical fruits served as centerpieces. A large coconut with a straw protruding from its hole was waiting to be sipped at. There were eggs on the plate and a lot more variety from different plates that I did not bother to pay too much attention.

Pushing my thoughts away from the delectable scenery on the table, I walked down the steps of the veranda and stepped onto the sand with my bare feet. The sand was warm and cold at the same time. The water felt so inviting stretching far out. I suddenly noticed a large white boat anchored on the farther side of the beach. I shielded my eyes against the sun to have a better look as I was walking slowly toward it.

When I reached the boat, I noticed that it was not simply a boat. It was luxurious. There were no scratches on its white surface. In bright red paint, "belle fille rêveuse" was written on its side. I wasn't done taking all these in when the boat swayed in motion. A man stepped out from the cabin doors. As if the entire scenery was not enough, the man made everything entirely perfect. He had deep blue eyes. And he smiled at me.

I created this article out of a prompt I found on a website. This is prompt#17, askking to write a story about your dream place. I was planning to create single articles for my blog out of these story prompts. I thought it would be fun as much as a nice exercise to enhance my writing skills. I just wish I could really do it! ;)