George’s Great Big Lesson

A sound under his bed jolted George awake.
His eyes grew wide, and his body started to shake.
“Is it a ghost or a monster?” he thought with dread.
But a soft meow told him it was only Fred.

Leaning over his bed, George saw two green eyes.
Fred meowed again, and George let out a sigh.
“Time for school!” Mom shouted from the door.
“Why, oh why, can’t I just sleep some more?”

He glanced at the clock. It was ten past seven.
If only he were a grownup, he could sleep till eleven!
“Why, oh why, couldn’t it be a snow day?”
Then he could stay at home and play, play, play.

Sleepy and tired, George stumbled into the kitchen.
He was running late, and his bag’s zipper had broken.
“Quickly, George,” Mom said, handing him a glass of grape juice.
“Have some cereal and one of those fruits.”

He took a banana and the juice to the counter.
Then stared at his favorite box of cereal, empty, and turned over.
“Mom, Sarah finished the cereal. I have nothing to eat!”
“There are other cereals,” Sarah said. “Why not try the wheat?”

George’s face got hot, and he wanted to cry.
“I don’t like those. Why did you have to eat mine?”
George glared at his sister, who was now licking her spoon.
“I’ll get some more later,” said Mom. “Hurry, we have to leave soon.”

Grabbing his banana and juice, George sat down, feeling hurt.
And half of the grape juice spilled all over his shirt.
“Oh, George,” Mom said, her face in shock.
“Go and change quickly. It’s almost eight o’clock!”

Embarrassed and angry, George ran back to his room.
He hoped the horrible morning would end really soon.
Back in the kitchen, clean and fed, he reached for his backpack, and a piece of paper fell instead.
It had a list of words for his spelling quiz. It was supposed to be today, and he hadn’t practiced!

His eyes filled with tears, and this time they fell.
“Why, oh why, did I even leave my bed?”
“George, what’s wrong?” Mom asked, frowning.
“I forgot I had a spelling test, and it’s been the worst morning!”

Pulling him into a hug, Mom kissed his cheek.
“We all have bad mornings, sweetheart. It’s how we face it that’s key.
If you take a deep breath and think positively, you’ll see.
The more you focus on something good, the better you’ll feel.”

George thought for a second and concluded that, yes.
Whenever he thought about good moments, he always felt his best.
But— “Mom, I haven’t studied, though. What about my quiz?”
“Just do your best, sweetheart, and use this as a lesson for your next test.”

George smiled and felt the day get a little bit brighter.
And as he walked to the door, his footsteps felt lighter.
He may not ace his spelling quiz, but he will definitely do his best.
And bad mornings don’t equal bad days; it only takes a moment to correct.


Time is as time was
Time will always be.
Glossing shadows
Coy smiles
Is that all that we could be?
Such fickle creatures, you and I
He, she, and we.
Bellow the cries of what lies behind
The standards and the truth.
As want is as want was
With innocence in between.
How do we change the stiff and the stoked
If there is no inbetween?
How do we revive all the desecrated graves
When our ancestors remain blind to their sins?
We are who we are —
An amalgamation of curiosity and pain.
Where there’s no longer hope in the cries of babes
And no true god to cleanse our sins.
We are who we were —
Burning through the night.
There’s no end to this
No end to us
We’re just setting fire to the night.
Some hoping
Some looking on in disgust.
Still, we are how we’ve always been
Trudging through the night.


He’s in my head again.
The pain, the longing, it’s here again.
And he knows.
When will it end?
He’d all but consumed me then.
His scent,
His smile,
His sins…
They all stuck around like a second skin.
He’s in my dreams.
Always a little too far.
I’ll always want the taste of him.
Will I grow?
It’s forever a strange thing,
How much I yearn and crave just a bit more of him.
Does he know?
He’ll stay in my head and then…
Who knows?

The drug of love


Tear me apart because I want you to.
Let me be your slave because I want you to.
Rip open my chest and devour its contents because I want you to.
I will – in turn – do the same.
You crowd my space, fill my mind and take over my comfort zone,
Because I want you to.
And I love it.
I want you to.
I want to feel you taking me in and spitting me out – shrouding me with the sexual ecstasies of life.
Because I’m willing, I’m ready, I’m open and I want you to.
I want all of you.
I want you to have all of me.
All my crazy, my empathy, kindness and lies.
These things are for you.
Lies are not always bad.
Lies make birds chirp a little sweeter.
Will you appreciate this love?
It would never sit with betrayal.
Only devotion.
Never need.
Just a simple appreciation of the good stuff.
Just… raw.
I can only give you raw.
Pure and unfathomed and well… crazy.
We all like a little crazy.
I know I do.
That’s the beauty of this.
Allowing another person’s chaos to perforate your life…
That’s what they give you.
That’s what you get.
So why not simply enjoy it?
I want to be filled by love.
I want to devour it, and I want it to do the same to me.
The tears, the fears, cravings and pain.
That’s what defines love at the end of the day, isn’t it?
That’s the beauty of love, isn’t it?!



Can you find me in the dark ⁠—
Fitted among the many souls that are strewn across your path?
Will you recognise my voice?
The echo of which bleeds with the agony of time long past.
They say we are bound but I wonder at times if it’s just a fated lie,
One that was created to make us feel like maybe there’s more to this.
Am I waiting on a dream that will never come?
Maybe this is the dream.
Who says dreams have to be some grand thing ⁠—
Something that will touch a part of you that’s hidden and precious?
This could be it.
This could be all there is.
And all we have to do is create what we want like in our fantastical dreams at night —
When we put together fantasies and nightmares borne of our subconscious selves.
Still, what’s life without a little hope, a little mystique?
As a creator of this reality, maybe I will bring you to life,
Then turn it into something fatebound and magical,
Because, why not make things a bit more interesting?
Either way, fate or dreamscape, I’m here.
I will be here…
Surrounded by shadows.
Patiently waiting for you to recognise my light.

Why Hide?

(It’s not always about love)

Let’s connect.
Let me feel and taste you while we figure this thing out.
Let me know the insides of your mind while I fantasize about the possibilities of us.
Let me go out on a limb and just take advantage of your sexual drive.
What’s wrong with that?
What’s wrong with wanting something for this moment – this singular time and just enjoying it?
Why make it complicated?
Why not take chances and go by the thrills and the pulls of our inner selves?
Isn’t that the beauty of this?
Isn’t all that we want just a few open touches away from this?
I want you to open me up.
Tear me apart and invade my comfort space.
I want to feel you rippling through my mind as my days take pace.
I want you to teach me to use my mind like a tongue.
This tool that will lick every inch of you and enjoy the sensations that it pulls.
I’ll teach you more.
I’ll teach you how to revere my body like a shrine.
I’ll teach you to respect every crevice that’s mine.
Oh, you’ll like it.
You’ll love every minute of it.
And you’ll crave…
We’ll both crave.
And that’s the beauty of it.
This urge, this thing that drives us to be our unfathomed selves,
If only.
If only we could connect.
If only we could feel and taste each other while we figure things out.
If only we could let each other get to know the insides of our minds and enjoy fantasizing about the possibilities of us.
If only we could go out on a limb and just enjoy our sexual drives…
What’s wrong with that?
What’s wrong with that?!

Management, Connections aided by long-lived Passion

Name: Pascal Senkoff
Title: Managing Director of North Asia Levi Strauss K.K.
DoB: Sept. 27, 1962
Hometown: Nice, France
Years in Japan: 14

When thinking of sailing, the first things that come to mind for many people are likely freedom, open space and nature. For Pascal Senkoff, the managing director of North Asia Levi Strauss K.K., there’s more to this long-held passion than meets the eye.

Senkoff’s passion for sailing began in his childhood, when he would go out on the water three or four times a week and partake in competitions throughout his youth. Little did anyone know that those hours spent on the water would hone him into becoming the businessman he is today.

According to Senkoff, the sailing competitions he participated in as a child have helped him a lot, especially when it comes to business.

“Sailing is all about anticipating and reading your environment to know what is around you and to be able to anticipate what’s coming next. And business is more or less the same — you need to be able to read the environment, competition, the price, the fashion, the trends … and to be ahead of your competition,” Senkoff said.

“I think that’s where my sailing background really helped me to be a better business person, by having this kind of capability to read and analyze the environment, and also to be able to read what could come next and to anticipate the next move,” he added.

This knowledge that Senkoff gained from his time at sea was put to good use when he joined Levi Strauss and, along with his team, was able to turn around the business and regain the iconic brand’s winning spirit.

“Levi’s Japan and Korea were very strong 10 to 15 years ago and basically lost a lot of revenue and exposure and market share,” Senkoff said. “We managed to fight back and we managed to turn around the business and now we are growing at double digits every year.”

Because of his competitive nature, one of Senkoff’s key achievements is that he and his team were able to prove, “We cannot lose, we are Levi’s — we have such a brand, strong equity, and we are winners.”

An example, Senkoff said, was in his team’s ability to change the mindsets of consumers and reintroduce them to the strength and staying power of Levi’s.

Senkoff’s time as a sailor not only helped to hone his future business skills; it allowed him the opportunity to interact with various cultures from an early age. This exposure ignited an interest in different cultures and ways of living, which ultimately led him to Korea and then Japan.

Now, as the jeans manufacturer’s managing director for North Asia, Senkoff is responsible for the retail operations of Levi Strauss K.K. for Japan and Korea. This responsibility, however, goes beyond his job title, as Senkoff believes that through his current position he can assist in building a bridge between Japan and Korea.

“What I enjoy and what I like about my job today is being able to bridge the two (countries),” Senkoff said.

Commenting on current political tensions between Japan and South Korea, Senkoff believes that having teams from both countries working together, building trust and respect for each other may help alleviate some of the enmity that exists.

This, he said, makes his job at Levi’s a unique and interesting one because he’s able to facilitate this bridge.

“I’m kind of neutral because I’m not Japanese, of course I’m not Korean, but I know these two countries very well to be able to put these two teams together and work together for the good of Levi’s,” Senkoff said.

This aspect of his role, overseeing a cross-functional team that spans across the Japanese and Korean market, is something that Senkoff has great pride in.

“When I see the respect, the trust those two teams have (for each other), I feel very proud about that because before me this position didn’t exist. Japan and Korea were separated and now (they) work under the same cluster,” he said.

The passion that Senkoff has for his job and company is clear. It reverberates through his words as he talks about Levi’s and the manifold possibilities of the brand.

Additionally, he believes that with Levi’s new head office’s location in Harajuku, Tokyo, the buzzing center of Japanese youth culture and fashion, many of these potentials can be explored and realized.

Senkoff fell in love with Harajuku over 20 years ago when he first encountered the free-spirited fashion that seems to emanate from the pores of the colorful district. And when the opportunity came for Levi’s to find a new home, his initial thought was, “This is where we belong.”

With the denim, youth and underground culture that Levi’s represents and Harajuku embraces, Senkoff saw this location as a perfect marriage of the two. Now, Levi’s Japan’s main office (with its offices, retail store and showroom all in the same building) sits in an area where the energy from the surrounding locale serves as a somewhat visceral representation of the brand.

For Senkoff, his personal motto to “Never give up” and his belief in learning from experiences and using them to grow certainly ring true. He has found a way to take the lessons he learned over the years and garnered interests to mold his life into one that he envisions.

“I think that if you have a very strong belief — with passion, with effort — you could succeed,” he said.

Adding that the difference between success and failure is, “With success you try one more time. … You could fail, but never give up and one day you will succeed.”

Interests mixed with business innovation

Originally from France, Pascal Senkoff has spent over 30 years working in the Asia-Pacific region. This began when he was offered a job at a cosmetic and pharmaceutical company in Korea. During his two-year stint there, he frequently traveled to Japan and eventually ended up falling in love with its culture. Senkoff soon got an opportunity to work in the apparel industry in Japan, and it was then that a deep ardor for fashion was ignited. This passion has taken him to his current position as the managing director of North Asia Levi Strauss K.K. There, he oversees Levi’s retail operations across Japan and Korea. Senkoff has a B.A. in marketing and an MBA from Institut Superieur de Gestion. He also completed Harvard Business School’s Executive Program and INSEAD’s Strategic Marketing Programme. Senkoff is a former member of the French national sailing team and is still an avid sailor.

Pascal Senkoff , president of Levi strauss Japan K.K. poses for a photograph in Shibuya . Satoko Kawasaki .

Originally published: The Japan Times



How do I cry for a loss that feels superficial but deep?
How do I want or define something I’m not sure I want to keep?
I love you. I do.
You know this.
But love, to me, is bullshit.
Oh it’s great in the moments of early thrills.
It speaks volumes when things are covered in silk.
But –
Its death is simply inevitable…

Empathic Love

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She feels you.
You know she does.
You know she will always help your thoughts and inner shit.
And so you bask.
You bask in the fact that you without her is you without you.
You know that you without her is you without your confidant.
You without her means bye bye assurance.
And you without her is you without your moments of clandestine thrills.
So you stay.
You stay and you seek and you take.
Why not get as much from this and try to make it your own?
How often will you find another that will give you a throne?

And here she sits.
Expecting, because she sees what you do not know, and she knows.
Maybe too much…
What does she do?
Should she listen to the sounds that play in her ear?
Or go by the seconds that prove her despair?
Does she continue to listen to the quiet songs that play?
Or does she put away her heart and just go by the day?

Dynamics of ish will always play true.
It really doesn’t matter, these things we do.
I feel, you take, when will it end?
Someone’s always left with something unsaid…

According to Numerous Studies, I Could Be a Psychopath, and So Could You…



There have been many studies on the attributes of a psychopath. Not yawning when another person yawns. Proneness to boredom. Being charming. Impulsive. And the list goes on. But with such a broad, sometimes vague list, how do you really differentiate between an actual psychopath and a person who, well, is just an odd little dumpling?

I came across an article recently that spoke about the characteristics of a psychopath, and I couldn’t help thinking – wait, some of these traits seem very similar to my personality. Does that mean I’m a psychopath?!

Case in point. I love me some black coffee, but preferring the bitter taste over a sweet taste is an indication of psychopathy. There’s also getting bored easily and having trouble maintaining a routine. That’s basically my life right there!

Another trait is being anti-social as a child. Do you ever see a quiet little kid in the corner who just sits and stares at what’s happening around them and avoids interactions with other kids unless basically being forced to – yea, I’m still living that life. Also, having a series of short-term relationships is another sign. Well… in my defense I got bored easily, but they were filled with good times, I swear!

Even my career choice of journalism couldn’t get away. Psychopaths are said to gravitate towards such jobs as CEO, lawyer, media (TV/radio), salesperson, journalist, police officer, surgeon, clergy person, civil servant and chef. This is because these jobs offer the opportunity to revel in power and be objective in their decision-making without needing to resort to feelings, so they’re drawn to those roles. Understandable I guess. But a chef, really?

There’s also taking  too many selfies. This one doesn’t apply to me, I find it rubbish. However, I do see a lot of selfies online. Actually, I know quite a few people who, when you look through their phone (don’t ask how i ended up looking through their phones or why), have over a hundred selfies in random poses. Does that make them psychopathic, or narcissistic, or… a psychopathic narcissist?!

After reading these studies I can’t help but look at these people a bit more closely when we’re hanging out. Sometimes i’d catch myself pretending to stifle a yawn just to see if they’d yawn back. I’d also find myself thinking back through my history with them to see if they’d been a rash, impulsive person who is secretly heartless. Were there any drowned puppies that I missed?!

Of course, the list of traits goes on and on. You can have a look here and see how many of these characteristics you can tick off.

Mind you, it wouldn’t just be one thing that ties a person to being referred to as a psychopath as there would have to be other attributes that add to the whole scope of things. But, how do we know? How do we know?

There’s a certain level of paranoia, misconceptions and judginess that goes along with having certain immediate information at our disposal. I may possibly be one of those paranoid, judgy ones. 

Still, take a closer look at yourself and those around you, dear friends, as you or someone you know could possibly be a psychopath. But hey, who am I to judge, I could be one too.