Gala Guiba

Gala Guiba

Here we go again

Entering the 3rd quarter of the game with high hopes and moderate expectations.


Corny CorneliaPosted by Gala Mon, November 21, 2016 10:18:58
SO damned inspired, my head is bursting We can make a difference, let's do it! Grow! Invest yourself Give Develop Learn The possibilities are mind blowing! Life is wonderful!

ALMOST there

Random nonsensePosted by Gala Sat, November 19, 2016 08:48:51
So my feet are touching the ground and my head is leaving the clouds. I'm almost back to normal on matters of the heart; now in matters of the biz that is quite a different story, The drive and excitement!! SO much to do! So many possibilities! Life is good!


Ranting / RavingPosted by Gala Thu, November 17, 2016 19:02:18
Staying connected beyond A&T + Verizon marketing campaigns can be quite the challenge. We are so used to this virtual world of non communication where a poke and a like have taken the place of a call and a chat.

There is somebody (not really, not likely, not sure) in my life whom I care deeply about, our friendship is turning into a one way chasing street an there is little to no feedback. When I positively can not bear it any longer and I reach out, there is always a pleasant conversation with an apology for the "disconnect".

That has lead me to give some thought to the concept of Connectivity.

One can hardly have a disconnect if there has been no real ongoing "connecting" regardless if there is a practical or spiritual, invisible liaise between two people; the latter is a magical yet not practical connection.

The universe (god, goddess, karma, the angels, Ala or what ever flavor you favor) provides us ever so rarely with this almost magical connections; it is our duty to recognize, our job to foster and a privilege to enjoy them. It takes loving, tender, caring work for these liaisons to develop to their potential, while negligence and carelessness takes the life and light out of those very special bonds.

The practical connections are our every day interactions with people who come and go, might be friends, workmate, business associates, lovers, even family. Those one require certain amount of effort to, yet they are common in nature.

Pondering on what that "disconnect" -as my friend put it- was doing to me... or rather what I was allowing to do to me, i noted a sense of loss and sadness; not belonging, confusion non-importance and utter disbelief. How can I care so damned much and inspire so little? Being the woman that I am, once I realized how deep in self pity avenue I was traveling I tapped into all sorts of Buddhist resources which brought me a small level of peace and ever so slowly longing is turning into mourning, which despite the sadness it is a step into the right direction.

Comparing the relevance of connectivity with art... painting, for example, staying connected gives a relationship so many depths, hues, shadows, perspective, detail. Staying in communication gives us all the tools to make a beautiful painting. Having none of that allows us to paint stick figures, boxy houses and little else.

I am not sure how much sense this is making, but in my head it does.

Talking often to the people I love, knowing about their day, trials and tribulations: seemingly insignificant things like a car not starting, an employee quitting, a new client, a tummy ache, getting a haircut, missing an appointment, having a special meal... all these tiny bits of information paint a picture, create closeness, camaraderie, strengthens bonds.

We can choose to connect when we have time or we create the time to connect. The latter gives us a beautifully detailed, thrilling novel, the former just a sad quick punch line.

Punch line, scribble, jingle.

Not for me.

I want a novel, an inspiring painting, a symphony.

I want a real connection, not a "like" paired up with an emoticon.

Aaah! to be Roman!

Ranting / RavingPosted by Gala Tue, November 15, 2016 19:43:42
Work in the front (room)
Party in the back (ground)

Paving my road to retirement one email at the time and in the background I have Netflix. Evening's choice? going back and forth between The Roman Empire (or something) and some snoozer miniseries about the middle ages.

Something has caught my attention.

It is no secret that Roman ladies used their feminine charms to get what they wanted, be it brick layers or the Ceasar himself; these women could build or destroy empires with just a few rolls in the hay and also were quite capable of beginning or ending any and all uprisings, which leads me to wonder how on earth their girlie bits and pieces were constituted.

No doubt their intelligence played a big role, but let us face it: men will be men and from Augustus Maximus to Pete from the car dealership down the street they all have but one thing on their minds, so I have arrived to the conclusion that the ladies from the Greatest Empire had some sort of insanely tight clutching super powers down under which kept men as their unquestionable slaves.

I want some of that man manipulating power.
I have none whatsoever.

Also noticed that cosmetics and esthetic surgery must have been incredibly advanced in the BC's as most of said roman ladies have humongous, balloon like boobs, gravity defying perkiness there! not muffin top waist lines and all sported puckered chubby lips... ummm... makes you wonder!

The ones from the middle ages are no better. Now, i KNOW dentistry was not at its highest in the 1400's so those pearly whites in both boys and girls make no sense whatsoever, nor does the luscious skin or casually "just got out of bed" hair styles.

If there was ever a scary time for humans were the dark middle ages, when one had to deal with curses, demons, witches and the catholic church selling bits of paradise for a few gold coins and the roaring flames of hell if you were poor... at that time surviving was not even the biggest of concerns! so you can NOT come and tell me that nobody had a burrowed frown, bags under their eyes, wrinkles, gray hairs.

I do not believe everybody was fit and muscly and seemingly no body hair whatsoever.

Beginning to suspect that the film and TV industries are not being all that honest with us.

I think I can I think I can I think I can

Corny CorneliaPosted by Gala Mon, November 14, 2016 20:07:41
Right this moment I feel I can achieve anything and everything I set my mind to.

Something has changed in me and I have come to the understanding that I actually AM a business owner and it is up to me to try and do something great, that will allow me to reach my 10 Year European Retirement Plan.

Today I feel the world is my oyster.

Anything is possible!

Wonderful challenges lay ahead.

I am a free, strong, self sufficient, independent, self contained lil entrepreneurial chick and it feels GREAT!

Tomorrow? who knows.

Today? I ROAR

Happy, happy!

Happy happy Happy

Corny CorneliaPosted by Gala Sat, November 12, 2016 17:53:26

The clouds have lifted, the sky is clear, my home is zen, my heart at ease, my mind is focused, the smiles are back and the ring of laughter is heard more often than it has in the past months.

Whatever tomorrow may bring, today I am happy.

Back to segregated times

Ranting / RavingPosted by Gala Wed, November 09, 2016 03:44:09
This is a sad, sad day for democracy.
common sense and intellect has officially perished in the USA.

cant help but feel dark days ahead of us.

Bigotry, racism, ignorance, dishonesty, mysogenism.
A horrid bully has entered the whitehouse.
Just so you are fully informed, His pet climbed on his head in 1976 and died there. It was a yellow tabby.

I need to cheer myself up... a movie with Matthew McConaughey guarantees a few shirtless scenes. It has Bradley Cooper as well so yes! MORE yummy abs.
A beer, Santitas.
3.47 in the morning.

i followed the ridiculously intricate American voting process... I have earned this middle of the night stravaganza.

Testing, testing 1,2,3

Corny CorneliaPosted by Gala Mon, November 07, 2016 07:45:24
That is the morse-like code of my life right now.

Everything is going well health wise, found how to remove a HUGE roadblock in my business. I am at ease with my one woman show and embracing my chosen singlehood, (Wrap it up, people! Nothing to see here! Move ít along!) starting to poke my head out of shell again and going out (about to, anyway... )

So so life is... good but testy

testing my patience & endurance, my tolerance, pushing my buttons and driving me to my limits.

Life is a pushy bi*ch.

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