Blog Posts on telling stories

Make Money Online With Stories by Money & Work @ Home on Oct 12, 2009Okay, telling stories do help you make money online.****Just recently, I overheard my 11 years old son, Hans, telling something to his 4 years old little brother just to keep him away from his study desk. He said: When I was like you, Papa lulled me...

The naming of desire 4 by Zen Bitchin' on Aug 29, 2009(conclusion) It has been five years since Gracie and I broke up and my mother hadn’t seen any other girl with me since then. I had just celebrated my twenty-fifth birthday and apart from my female college friends, all my well-wishers were men. “I...

The naming of desire 3 by Zen Bitchin' on Aug 27, 2009(part 3 of 4) After that, it seemed that the scales of ignorance were removed from my eyes. Everywhere I would go, I would meet and catch the gazes of men who’d look me over like I was some piece of meat for their taking. Inside the jeepney on my w...

The naming of desire 2 by Zen Bitchin' on Aug 26, 2009(part 2 of 4) I never pursued my feelings for Emily, or the next girl after. Perhaps, to lash out for his apparent possessiveness, I started having sex with others. With the school bus driver, with the janitor and groundskeeper, with a brick layer at...

The naming of desire by Zen Bitchin' on Aug 26, 2009(Part 1 of 4) I don’t remember the exact point in time when I became Mike. I had always preferred to be addressed by my real name. No nickname, no pet name. This was because my whole name was simple as it was: Michael. When I was a boy, my late fat...

Untitled story, part 3 by Zen Bitchin' on Jul 15, 2009Jay looks at me, biting his lips. That look tells me to be quiet. That I let him handle the situation. I broke Ma’s favorite vase and she told Pa. Jay admits to Pa that he was the one who broke it. Pa doesn’t say anything. He leads Jay to our roo...

Untitled story, part 2 by Zen Bitchin' on Jul 14, 2009Since Jay died, Pa always came home drunk. He and Ma would fight. I could hear them in their room, shouting. Throwing things. Later they also fought outside their room. In the living room, while eating, while getting ready for bed. Soon Ma stopped sl...

Untitled story, part 1 by Zen Bitchin' on Jul 13, 2009The screen door bangs behind me. The grass is soft under my feet. I am almost tempted to touch it and feel its wetness between my fingers. The wind is cold against my face, drying the tears that keep on flowing from my eyes. Thunder rumbles. I shiver...

Job Search : The effective tip of Job Interview by on Jan 15, 2009An Interview Strategy: Telling StoriesA Job Interview Is Not an InterrogationIf you read many books on job interviews, you’ll notice that some feed you lists of interview questions that you should learn answers to. But an interview is not an interr...