I am a new fan of Chris Guillebeau, writer and global entrepreneur of the genius mindset "The Art Of Non-Conformity." He has this excellent entry in his website that led me here.
Havi Brooks is yet another successful blogger, with a story very similar to Chris': she is self-made and heavily reliant on technology to spread her gospel on anything under the sun. She's into destuckness.
The particular entry linked above talks about how social networking is an intergral part of getting ideas, outputs and possibly profits. She points out, as a brain in the world wide web, you have to be able to make sure your word gets communicated across the board and that you're consistent about it. And that you have to make use of every available resource, while they're still FREE.
It made me wonder if I'm ready to go truly public with this lil blog o'mine.
I made this blog to get inane thoughts and ideas out into the crazy world. It's my outlet. I mean, I'd rather the crazy thoughts be out there than just bugging me all day in my head. I think if I didn't start this blog, my parents would've been forced to institutionalize me loooooooong ago.
But, I also made this blog so I'd be public about my persona. I wanted it to be my searchable self. That if a potential new employer/client/customer/boy wanted to stalk me, they'd end up here and know a bit of myself before even actually talking to me.
But I'm scared! I don't know if what I have to say is important enough. Let me tell you, right here, right now, it never is. I'm just a tiny wee-brain with too much gas.
So, the question goes back. To shine or not to shine. That is the question. If you found this entry thru a link on FB, it means I chose to shine. Hope you like the other entries you find here. :-)
Monday, July 26, 2010
Action/Reaction
When a butterfly flutters it's wings in California, a cyclone is formed in Japan.
When a foster mom abuses a child she only opted to care for to get welfare checks in the mail, a serial killer is set loose on the world the moment the child turns 18.
When someone inadvertedly leaves a lit cig on the ground strewn with dried leaves and twigs, a fire could ensue in minutes.
When a boy, out of the blue, tells a girl he loves her, magic could happen and the world is less two lonely people.
Newton's law is only accurate in motion. Reactions are not always equal or opposite. They're not always immediate, and not necessarily affecting the 1st actor.
Always think about it, people. Everything we do has consequences, whether we get to face them or not. Are you ready for the prospect of anything?
When a foster mom abuses a child she only opted to care for to get welfare checks in the mail, a serial killer is set loose on the world the moment the child turns 18.
When someone inadvertedly leaves a lit cig on the ground strewn with dried leaves and twigs, a fire could ensue in minutes.
When a boy, out of the blue, tells a girl he loves her, magic could happen and the world is less two lonely people.
Newton's law is only accurate in motion. Reactions are not always equal or opposite. They're not always immediate, and not necessarily affecting the 1st actor.
Always think about it, people. Everything we do has consequences, whether we get to face them or not. Are you ready for the prospect of anything?
ARGH!
What's the point of having office-based outlook if it keeps f-ing up on you!?!?!?!
This is why I rely on gmail. Google is KING!
MS, you can SUCK IT!
This is why I rely on gmail. Google is KING!
MS, you can SUCK IT!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Bad communication leads to frustration
I got caught between my mom and dad in a mini-argument yesterday. My dad was driving and he wanted to clarify something from my mom, so I had to talk to Mama on the phone while he drove and be their go-between. In hindsight, I guess I could've used the handsfree option of the mobile phone I was using but I didn't, therefore I ended up trying to communicate what the both of them had to say to each other at the same time.
Confusing? Imagine how I felt!
I couldn't help but get angry as well. I couldn't understand why my dad couldn't have just waited for my mom's reply to his text message to get the answer he was looking for, and at the same time I couldn't understand why my mom had to be so vague with her first reply, causing Papa to question her.
I've always been a firm believer of the two-steps-ahead principle. When informing someone a certain details, I believe it's always best to give as much information as possible. So instead of a situation going like this:
Mama's text: Call the driver to tell him to wait for Dad.
My text: Ok, why?
Mama's text: Because I asked him to come here.
My text: Ah okay? To pick you up?
Mama's text: No.
My text: Then why did you ask the driver to go there?
Mama's text: To bring home the car I brought to Arlington.
It could have been a simple straight forward message, like this:
"Call the driver to tell him to wait for Dad. Because I told him to come here and bring home the car I brought to Arlington so that we'll only have one car out of the house."
See! Simple. Everything needed to be known by the parties involved in one text message. I really don't get why some people like to give information in such piecemeal fashions, when the world would be so much simpler is everything was just laid out on the table.
Then on to my dad. Impatience personified.
Dad: What did Mom say?
Me: To call the driver because she asked him to go there. (So I call the driver and tell him to wait.)
Dad: Why did she want the driver there?
Me: I don't know yet, she hasn't responded to my message.
Dad: Call her. I want to know now.
Me: I texted her already, we can wait.
Dad: No, call her. She might not have heard your last message.
Note, my last message to Mama then was sent out not two seconds previously. He just could not wait! Can you say, headache?
So that's how I ended up calling my mom and her answering my query about the driver in this high-pitched "I'm-getting-angry" voice. To which I couldn't help but counter with my own high-pitched angry voice.
These are two things I see in their relationship that I hope to God I never adopt. Vagueness and impatience. Okay, so we may be a bit to late on impatience. I think it runs in the blood. But vagueness, that's something I think I can still work on.
This is communication at its finest, for me. Clear. Concise. Undemanded. And direct between the two parties involved. When a relationship's communication is honed and perfected, all would be merry. It's such an easy thing to do, not at all difficult to practice yet so many people fall into the trap of miscommunciation.
Confusing? Imagine how I felt!
I couldn't help but get angry as well. I couldn't understand why my dad couldn't have just waited for my mom's reply to his text message to get the answer he was looking for, and at the same time I couldn't understand why my mom had to be so vague with her first reply, causing Papa to question her.
I've always been a firm believer of the two-steps-ahead principle. When informing someone a certain details, I believe it's always best to give as much information as possible. So instead of a situation going like this:
Mama's text: Call the driver to tell him to wait for Dad.
My text: Ok, why?
Mama's text: Because I asked him to come here.
My text: Ah okay? To pick you up?
Mama's text: No.
My text: Then why did you ask the driver to go there?
Mama's text: To bring home the car I brought to Arlington.
It could have been a simple straight forward message, like this:
"Call the driver to tell him to wait for Dad. Because I told him to come here and bring home the car I brought to Arlington so that we'll only have one car out of the house."
See! Simple. Everything needed to be known by the parties involved in one text message. I really don't get why some people like to give information in such piecemeal fashions, when the world would be so much simpler is everything was just laid out on the table.
Then on to my dad. Impatience personified.
Dad: What did Mom say?
Me: To call the driver because she asked him to go there. (So I call the driver and tell him to wait.)
Dad: Why did she want the driver there?
Me: I don't know yet, she hasn't responded to my message.
Dad: Call her. I want to know now.
Me: I texted her already, we can wait.
Dad: No, call her. She might not have heard your last message.
Note, my last message to Mama then was sent out not two seconds previously. He just could not wait! Can you say, headache?
So that's how I ended up calling my mom and her answering my query about the driver in this high-pitched "I'm-getting-angry" voice. To which I couldn't help but counter with my own high-pitched angry voice.
These are two things I see in their relationship that I hope to God I never adopt. Vagueness and impatience. Okay, so we may be a bit to late on impatience. I think it runs in the blood. But vagueness, that's something I think I can still work on.
This is communication at its finest, for me. Clear. Concise. Undemanded. And direct between the two parties involved. When a relationship's communication is honed and perfected, all would be merry. It's such an easy thing to do, not at all difficult to practice yet so many people fall into the trap of miscommunciation.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Fears
I believe acknowledging one's fears is the first step to fight them off.
I am afraid of...
...the dark. Some find it comforting. I find me uneasy in it. Maybe it's because of the books I read. I've been brainwashed to eternally believe in the boogey man. I think I read the Witching Hour too young.
...heights. I remember this one time in Subic, my dad and his friends were fishing out on the edge of this pier, which to get to, I had to cross a concrete footbridge with a hole in the middle. It was roughly a 10-foot drop. Yes, drop. I stood frozen on the safe end until my dad put down his rod to get me. A fish took his hook and bait as he helped me across.
...tight spaces. Elevators with too many people in them. Crowded rooms that you can barely move thru. Other people invading my personal space. I honestly think that people who don't know each other should respect a 3-feet radius.
...being alone. Not alone, by myself. I'm actually fine like that. My me-time is my time with a good book, or my time to run, or my time to just think. I am afraid of my friends leaving me, of my family... I can't even say it. My parents are not allowed to die before me. Selfish, yes. So, sue me.
...everything reptilian and amphibic. Deathly afraid. I can't even type out the words! I'm too grossed out! This is my greatest fear, EVER! And it's totally senseless how I got it. I was an idiotic kid with too much time and clay in her hands. I ended up forming a creepy cold-blooded crawly with this grey clay, and then threw it to my unsuspecting yaya. She freaked! So freaked that it freaked me out, too. Been scared of them since then. I failed 3rd quarter Bio in high school because of this fear.
So what's the point of this exercise? I thought I'd be fighting my fears in the end but after writing all that... I'm left with is the affirmation that I am afraid of these. Okay, so I could be willing to work on fears 1, 2, 3 and 4... but 5... I'd rather be afraid than even attempt to overcome it.
I am afraid of...
...the dark. Some find it comforting. I find me uneasy in it. Maybe it's because of the books I read. I've been brainwashed to eternally believe in the boogey man. I think I read the Witching Hour too young.
...heights. I remember this one time in Subic, my dad and his friends were fishing out on the edge of this pier, which to get to, I had to cross a concrete footbridge with a hole in the middle. It was roughly a 10-foot drop. Yes, drop. I stood frozen on the safe end until my dad put down his rod to get me. A fish took his hook and bait as he helped me across.
...tight spaces. Elevators with too many people in them. Crowded rooms that you can barely move thru. Other people invading my personal space. I honestly think that people who don't know each other should respect a 3-feet radius.
...being alone. Not alone, by myself. I'm actually fine like that. My me-time is my time with a good book, or my time to run, or my time to just think. I am afraid of my friends leaving me, of my family... I can't even say it. My parents are not allowed to die before me. Selfish, yes. So, sue me.
...everything reptilian and amphibic. Deathly afraid. I can't even type out the words! I'm too grossed out! This is my greatest fear, EVER! And it's totally senseless how I got it. I was an idiotic kid with too much time and clay in her hands. I ended up forming a creepy cold-blooded crawly with this grey clay, and then threw it to my unsuspecting yaya. She freaked! So freaked that it freaked me out, too. Been scared of them since then. I failed 3rd quarter Bio in high school because of this fear.
So what's the point of this exercise? I thought I'd be fighting my fears in the end but after writing all that... I'm left with is the affirmation that I am afraid of these. Okay, so I could be willing to work on fears 1, 2, 3 and 4... but 5... I'd rather be afraid than even attempt to overcome it.
P.S. I forgot to mention needles and blood extraction. Friends who'll ever need blood won't get any from me.
Monday, July 19, 2010
As we wait in joyful hope
One time, a priest's homily focused on a single yet powerful line in the body of the Liturgy of the Eucharist.
"As we wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Savior, Jesus Christ."
(then we reply, "For the kingdom, the power and the glory are yours, now and forever.")
This stuck with me. It's been more than two weeks since that sermon but I still go back to it every now and then.
There's something about waiting that never appealed to me before. I hate the idea of waiting, and of making other people wait for me, ergo I'm either the person who is always on time (or earlier) or the one always spot-on-the-money on where I am and how soon I'd be at my destination.
But these simple words, wait in joyful hope, tells me there are things worth waiting for: Salvation, love, happiness, gratitude, release.
Admittedly, I'm not the most patient person in the world but there are two things in my life right now that I think are worth the wait. One is work, and the other is the possibility of not being alone. It must be noted, however, that my waiting is not an idiotic let's-sit-and-see game. I'm taking control in my own way but at the same time, patiently awaiting what unfolds next.
I've never been like this before. True that I could be waiting for nothing here, but it's a risk I am openly willing to take. Whatever comes of these two things will be what they are and I gladly anticipate the result of whatsoever may come out of it. No regrets.
Here's to things worth waiting in joyful hope for. May you have yours soon enough.
"As we wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Savior, Jesus Christ."
(then we reply, "For the kingdom, the power and the glory are yours, now and forever.")
This stuck with me. It's been more than two weeks since that sermon but I still go back to it every now and then.
There's something about waiting that never appealed to me before. I hate the idea of waiting, and of making other people wait for me, ergo I'm either the person who is always on time (or earlier) or the one always spot-on-the-money on where I am and how soon I'd be at my destination.
But these simple words, wait in joyful hope, tells me there are things worth waiting for: Salvation, love, happiness, gratitude, release.
Admittedly, I'm not the most patient person in the world but there are two things in my life right now that I think are worth the wait. One is work, and the other is the possibility of not being alone. It must be noted, however, that my waiting is not an idiotic let's-sit-and-see game. I'm taking control in my own way but at the same time, patiently awaiting what unfolds next.
I've never been like this before. True that I could be waiting for nothing here, but it's a risk I am openly willing to take. Whatever comes of these two things will be what they are and I gladly anticipate the result of whatsoever may come out of it. No regrets.
Here's to things worth waiting in joyful hope for. May you have yours soon enough.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Ang sayang tumakbo (Running is F-U-N!)
I rarely get passionate about anything. I consider few things to be among my real loves (family, friends, dogs, desserts, books & recently board games) and none have ever involved any type of sport. The closest thing I had to love of sport was tossing a frisbee on the beach.But then, my friends got me into running. I started out as their resident cheerer, then eventually I found myself running alongside them. And I don't know what about running gets me high, (according to my best friend, its the endorphins) but I just love it.
There's just something about running with my favorite playlist in my ears, by my solitary self, just letting random thoughts fly by me and not caring what I look like to other people. Its, I guess, a sense of oneness and peace that overcomes me when I run. I run for the heck of it at home, when I want to get rid of an impulse. I run to get away from the world and at the same time to indulge in it.
I'm running my first 10k race on 10.10.10, for a cause I know is worth fighting for. My rate right now is 10 mins per km and I know I have to up my performance to clock in a good time for the race. Me and my friends have named my NB running shoes and it's gonna be the first race of Lula. Looking forward to hitting the pavement to train!
I never thought this day would come, but running... I love you.
There's just something about running with my favorite playlist in my ears, by my solitary self, just letting random thoughts fly by me and not caring what I look like to other people. Its, I guess, a sense of oneness and peace that overcomes me when I run. I run for the heck of it at home, when I want to get rid of an impulse. I run to get away from the world and at the same time to indulge in it.
I'm running my first 10k race on 10.10.10, for a cause I know is worth fighting for. My rate right now is 10 mins per km and I know I have to up my performance to clock in a good time for the race. Me and my friends have named my NB running shoes and it's gonna be the first race of Lula. Looking forward to hitting the pavement to train!
I never thought this day would come, but running... I love you.
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