tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36205082740421928952012-01-15T01:28:45.081+08:00lucidity and perspective with my caffeine fixjava jivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043764233952325904noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620508274042192895.post-67671186568058166602012-01-15T01:27:00.001+08:002012-01-15T01:28:45.101+08:00

It's one of those days when I can't sleep because of things weighing me down -- thoughts, feelings, apprehensions... paranoia, even. At the same time, I'm so physically exhausted from long days amd anxieties, my immune system's complaining and my body really yearns for sleep. I'm in a state that's somewhere between what old Filipino folk call, 'nauupos na kandila', which would be a melting

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It's been raining a lot the past weeks. Rain, rain, rain... rain, rain, rain. I've had that phrase as my gmail status for sometime, in fact.  This year, we've had 12 tropical disturbances, already 2 more than the total last year. Just this quarter - our rainy season -, storms had been so bad, students and sometimes the office work force, had been sent home. Today is another one of those days.

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I just got my nth USB flash drive at a press conference today. How did I get x number of flash drives (when I was just planning to get one 3 months ago)? It was the giveaway. It is the giveaway du jour at events, media launches, and conferences. Here are some: flippers. Simple metal, or encased in leather for some elegance shaped  like a their product ball point pen and laser pointer,

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I spent nearly the entire Holy Week in a hospital this year. Because we're now more 'progressive', the country no longer goes on a silent mode or a stand still during this period when Catholics are traditionally called to meditate on the Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ. Over the last decade, more establishments have opted to remain open, family rules and routines have altered a bit, and it's

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When asked to describe myself I would always point out something that has become very obvious to me, I've acknowledged and accepted it. I am a jill-of-all-trades. That's fab, I mean, what can you not do as long as you're willing?  Unfortunately, this multi-tasking bit habit comes with quite a trade-off. Exhibits A, B, and C. See the mix of pride and self-deprecation in my words here: Facebook:

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Does it follow that if one loves coffee, she'd love whatever comes with having that cup of brew as well? And if that same person needs coffee as much as she wants it, she'd be addicted to paraphernalia, too? I don't always buy coffee paraphernalia, but I can't resist lingering over coffee makers, stuff with coffee print, design, flavor, and scent, as much as I can't help stopping when I see cups

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Actually, the trouble I encounter happens when I write, not with writing in general. I once posted this bit years ago in another blog: Writing Rituals Sometimes, especially when deadlines loom, I find myself facing a blank page in my laptop monitor, waiting for the moment that will spark something in my brain, which, in turn, will send signals to my fingers to start tapping words that bring

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Like I said in my last post, I welcome technology and enjoy it. What has it done to my life for me to feel this way? I hyperventillate with tech updates as much as I do with style updates, and it's a good thing those two fields are merging: fashion shows during an I.T. launch, updates sent in via the latest gadgets and the internet, etc., etc., etc. Both are rapidly changing the way the other

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I wonder why, in the midst of today's tech advances, the phrase "old school" has been going around a lot. I welcome technology. It has allowed us to fore-go situations and huge time lapses, and eliminated hassles and misunderstandings, for starters. I recently re-read Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre", which I liked when I was younger. I didn't feel the same way the second time around. I realized

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Always cover your *ss.  That was the stern and sober advise I got from a friend who helped get me started in a new line of work, which would turn out to be my career till today. His admonition turned out to be words of wisdom that applied beyond the point we were then discussing. It has helped me throughout my journey towards working independently, also known as "freelance".  A dream and work

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"Just claim it and it somehow becomes yours," a friend once shared when I asked how she bought the house she was dreaming to one day own. I wished it were that simple.  Then she elaborated: she would pass the house day after day, claim it, then dream about it obsessively. Then it became hers... in a nutshell. Very Rhonda Byrne in "The Secret".  For me, though, more simplistic:  very Wayne

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I haven't had time to plan because the New Year's festivities combined with my allergic rhinitis really got to me. Nevertheless, in my head, I was formulating my personal goals and plans for the year. It's never too late and one doesn't really have to begin in January, or am I just rationalizing? Nah, I belong to the better-late-than-never crowd. So, technically, even if I had nothing down on

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This is something I wrote seasons ago. I can let it go, but it's something I'm a bit finicky about and it continues to happen often enough for me to notice.  Like today. Short of ranting, let me re-post this edited version from my other web space. A brother of mine gives the name Richard when he orders coffee at Starbucks. It's not his name -- in fact, far from it.  Apart from privacy issues (

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Still on the fresh-start/new-chapter mode, I have to point out one observation. While I read a lot of books in 2010 (more of that in another post), it felt like I had less time for reading because it took me more time than usual to finish most of the books I did get to read.  Could it have been that...I'm becoming a slow reader? I'm losing interest in books?  *gasp*  Noooo! I'm overloaded with

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  I needed two cups of freshly brewed espresso to begin day one of 2011. After a quick review of my previous years' resolutions and what had become of them, I made a mental note not to make a New Year's resolution.  Yeah, right.  Many of us do anyway, deep in our minds.  Secretly.  How can anyone pretend New Year is just another day? I can't. Just too much celebration and revelry. And there's

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Inspired by the new chapter syndrome of the coming new year and my long bout of allergic rhinitis and cough, I decided to clean out my side of the room. I have unwittingly amassed dust and dust balls with stuff that I had the forgotten intention of dealing with at a "more appropriate time". All these weeks I was blaming the weather and pollution for my sneezing, headaches, nasal congestion, and

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Tomorrow, I meet with a very difficult client.  "The" difficult client where I work.  I don't have to see or meet said client (let's call her "C") on a regular basis, thank God.  But those who do, they cower at the very thought of the regular meetings with C.  These unfortunate ones have different ways of dealing with C and the variety of symptoms they acquired from frequent exposure to C, and

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Our youngest -- a precocious, charming, witty, little girl with a head of tight curls -- turned seven recently.  She's now in first grade and since school opened, has attended a 7th birthday party almost every weekend.  All of these celebrations were theme parties, meant to thrill today's seven year old grown-ups (Fancy Nancy's) with booths for face painting, salons for funky hairstyles, red

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I celebrated my birthday a couple of days ago without a bang.  No fanfare, no party, no surprise whatever by anyone. In spite of the absence of balloons and candles, it was a milestone, even just for me.  Especially for me.   I never wondered what I'd be doing at this age. I never actually charted a dream alongside this age.  I had, "when I'm 13...", "when I'm 18...", "when I'm 21...",  "by the

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People have unique quirks -- one of mine happens to be being O.C. ('anal' to many of you) about certain things. I try to go beyond them as much as I can. Having reached this fabulous age, I know when to give up, and when something is simply beyond my control... or boundaries. But there are those I really just couldn't pretend not to see, and these are the top five that I've been O.C. about

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For nearly a decade, I carried this leather planner every. Where. I. Went.  Nearly!  It was an upgrade from the student planner I used in preparation for "greater things to come". Since it was a bulky, multi-compartmentalized, tabbed three-ring binder in heavy two-toned leather (the better to go with every purse or outfit *wink*), I couldn't always put it in my purse.  So, wherever I went --

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"What's the craziest thing you've ever done for love that you didn't think you were capable of doing?" Craziest?  For love?  That got me thinking... I was actually stumped.  After finally submitting a cover story way beyond the deadline set for this magazine I love to write for, I am asked to submit a sentence or two in reply to this unsettling question for the contributors' page.  And I thought

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Sure, I happen to be one of those who embraced Facebook. All it took was a couple of invites, and I was hooked. And -- surprise!--I am still at it. My day is not complete without logging into Facebook and checking updates. Live updates. On days when I try to deny my Facebook dependence, I check my Email inbox... to check on Facebook notifications. Then there's no beating around the bush from

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Oh, drat -- January's ending soon. This New Year has been facing me straight in the eye for a month, and I haven't really buckled to do the traditional resolution thingy.  I'm unprepared, as usual... or not.  I no longer know for sure.  Oh-nine had a lot of carpets pulled from underneath what I thought was solid footing, so yes, I now say to oh-ten, bring it on, and I'll take it day to day. I do

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I am a communicator of messages by profession, but I have never felt as challenged in sending a message as I am with my kids.  Are my objectives measurable, realistic, and specific? Do I have my key messages right? Am I using the right medium?  Are they listening?  Because if they are, after all, then they sure are doing a very good job of looking as though nothing I say can help. Five top

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"With your work and your four kids, I'm just curious -- when do you find the time to read?!" She knows about how much I love to read, books in particular. And, she had a point. It's been getting more challenging to get to read as much and as often as I used to. I didn't need to think hard for the answer. I told my workmate the truth: I read at night. Reading at night is a vital element holding up

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I find myself sometimes agonizing over things I cannot fix. It's difficult being a control freak in a world where you are not the director. Not even the scriptwriter. Thank God for everyday microcosms: my work desk, my work, my family -- no strike that -- , my quiet time in the bathroom, where I have even just a modicum of control. I tried to fix a printer that won't work earlier today.

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So many people lost their loved ones, their homes, their cars, and their other prized possesions during the recent floods brought about by Tropical Storm Ketsana, referred to locally -- and already used as an adjective and verb -- as Ondoy. Rich or poor, everyone in the metro was affected, either directly or through loved ones, friends, and/or workmate. Surveying the damage and the losses

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I can't actually say it's totally gone. It still shows itself every now and then. My visual of it would be the spurts of water that escape an over-filled tea pot when it boils, causing the tea pot to emit what would sound almost like a choking gurgle, instead of a whistle. Passion in life. Passion for life. Passion. Just passion. Where could it have dwindled into? It took me here where I

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Driving home after our New Year's Eve celebration at my parents' was like going through some horror movie scene. Near-zero visibility. The way the street lights shone through the dense smog was really eerie. I hope this is the peak of the season's allergy triggers, because I'm getting tired of my allergies. Itchy, teary eyes, congested sinuses, incessant sneezing, sniffing, headaches. I've

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I have never been adept at thriving in a stressful environment. I used to break down at some point, so I've developed survival techniques that have been handy since my pre-teen years, when I was already given serious responsibilities at home. They don't include my last-resorts like smoking or going somewhere private to scream, but they have been helpful, thank God, especially during the

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It's officially nine days to go before Christmas. It should start to get merrier. I just missed the first Christmas party lined up this year and I really wanted to attend it. Why the heck does it all have to get bad?! In my own little tribe in my little circle, these are the top 5 dramas that upstage the joys of Christmas: City traffic. Horrific. It happens like clockwork. December,

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It has been an exhausting seven days. I have been through a roller-coaster of emotions and, as much as I attempted to stay positive, I buckled down a couple of times. All throughout, I yearned for some quiet time, and I did finally get some at night, but there was just so much in my mind, it was hardly quiet up there! So just to clear my mind and lighten the load on my chest, I am giving

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When you take a sip of your favorite brew, do you actually think about what different elements came together to bring it into that delectable liquid you are consuming? Not really, huh? What do most of us know about this side of coffee anyway? I have declared coffee as one of my passions, and it has spurned -- apart from coffee-infused blood in my veins -- a couple of blogs, which have helped

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There's this new TV ad for a sound system where Daniel Craig's James Bond is standing, cool as usual, and he'd have a gun shot, an explosion, and falling debris, if I remember right, coming at him from all sides. After glancing at where he got hit, checking out the explosion behind him, pausing a bit to regain his balance, he would just keep standing there with this determined and pointed sexy

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Christmas is coming! Global warming may be doing strange things to our 'seasonal' changes, no matter that they're just a couple anyway. Economics, too, make it difficult for many to stay focused and excited . That's why I'm glad that Christmas carols stay as predictable as ever. There's nothing like hearing these to herald this time of the year. Sleigh bells ringing and the mostly joyful

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I failed to credit life coach Martha Beck for some of the most interesting lists I've made. These are the ones in her book, "Finding Your Own North Star". In this book, she used the list as tools to make the reader realize some truths which were possibly hidden or buried, consciously or otherwise, and to make some sense of the life's riddles. The book, and especially the lists, greatly

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It's raining again. I'm not surprised; it is, after all, the only other season we have apart from the summer. I should get used to it, but I just can't. I wonder if the rains were always this way. It just never seems to rain the same way twice (to borrow a bit from an old song about love). It's weird now, because (generally, at least) we get some sunshine in the morning till after lunch, then

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Circumstances give me very little opportunity to leave the space my shoe-loving feet have carved out in this minuscule place in the world where I live. Around the city, to and from nearby beaches and vacation spots, in and out of the kids' school, shopping places, coffee places, the gym. Really, the radius my steps have been confined to, when you compare it to the frequent fliers or missionaries

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"...I can't control nobody but me. So if you care, let them work it out..." Comforting words in this Sergio Mendes song. I wish I could just let things and people be... Is it meddling? Is it trying to run their lives? Is it attempting to delay if not completely change the course of the inevitable? People come to you and share a dilemma, a run-in or argument with someone, something that's been

java jivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043764233952325904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620508274042192895.post-52581215212749018382008-05-24T15:49:00.006+08:002011-02-11T17:12:31.402+08:00

I am on a coffee break -- without the coffee. I just ran out, and no one else seems to care. I am super jonesing for it, but lacking the boost I get from it, I simply have nothing to get moving with. There's still a bit of the breakfast and mid-morning caffeine in my system, hence the ability of my fingers to traipse over the keyboard, but I feel the birth of a nasty headache really in 8cm

java jivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043764233952325904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620508274042192895.post-85345667601567696842008-05-15T13:03:00.013+08:002011-02-11T17:14:08.329+08:00

I have always dreamed of going to New York. I still dream of eventually getting there. Just a bit vaguely now. I can't remember when that bit of a dream began in my mind; I'm sure I was a child. How it got there and why I just never gave much thought to. It must have been the influence of my Godmother, who moved to the big A when she was in her 20's -- right after she got her college degree, I

java jivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043764233952325904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620508274042192895.post-13439900629423213172008-05-08T01:17:00.009+08:002011-02-11T17:14:52.888+08:00

Be careful what you wish for...! I've been warned that too often. In this particular case, the line is not ominous, because just as I was wishing and planning to slow things down a bit, make a few changes here and there, and commit to making lists, blessings have started come in. Oooh, it's getting exciting! We're moving, and it's definite. We closed the deal on a lease yesterday. We have to

java jivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043764233952325904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620508274042192895.post-53914478515947263492008-05-04T12:40:00.016+08:002011-02-11T17:15:49.109+08:00

Along my journey of becoming who I am today -- not who I always thought I would be --, I dropped some good habits, acquired some bad habits, lost sight of the key result areas in my life, consequently neglecting to give priority to those which need attention and action from me the most. What happened? How'd it happen? Was it in one single sweep, or did it slowly creep into my system? I'd like

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So I'm now at the point where I have to stop liking where I am (a place I have grown used to), assess what I have, set a direction to take, strategize and start moving. I have no allowance for denial or procrastination.I used to see this as an exciting phase integral to my personal development. I looked forward to making changes, especially when it became obvious that I had to move on. I had this

java jivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08043764233952325904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620508274042192895.post-64091562721106934152008-04-15T17:55:00.003+08:002008-04-15T18:36:41.253+08:00

We intended, as we do every year, to enjoy this summer heading out of town, hitting a beach or two, learning new things about ourselves... basically showing the kids what life's about.I, personally, was looking forward to spending more time with the kids, especially since the first three are crossing thresholds -- they grow so much in the summer! -- and it would only be a matter of time before

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I was once assigned to write about moments of solitude, and the good they do to a person. Researching for the writeup yielded pages upon pages of wise, enlightening and beneficial information on the topic. I had quotes from Jesus, philosophers, historical figures, Nobel Prize winning authors, self-help gurus, a children's book character, and even Stevie Wonder. His song, Superwoman, gave me the

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I am missing the soothing richness of a grande soy mocha at the moment. As a rule, there should be no substituting a real cup of coffee, but oftentimes you are faced with not having a choice. On some days, I actually can do with a three-in-one instant cappuccino mix. It does the trick, and I am instantly comforted, awakened, and raring to get back to the day -- or night -- facing me. I am

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What would my day be without my first cup of coffee? How would I make it through without the next cups to sustain me? And, most puzzling of all -- although I am currently not seeking to solve the mystery --, how do I get some zzzz's without my sleepy-time dose? I don't know if that's what has made my life today what it is, but I know I need my coffee. It would be grand if blogging will help

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