Busted Racquet

Day 16 : A picture of someone who inspires you. 

I haven’t been to this blog in a while, I think I almost forgot I had one.  It took me a while to come up with a picture of someone who inspires me.  I guess for the most part I was just uninspired (cue in sarcastic laughter).  No, I guess I just couldn’t think of someone… like a hero or something.  I have been detached (like you wouldn’t believe) for the most part of… I can’t even remember when I wasn’t.  See? 

So, anyway, after a season of heart breaks, of losing in 3 of the 4 grand slam finals (it’s technically 2 since he just made it to the QF of the French Open, but since he lost to Rafa, I’m counting it as a final), I have decided that Djokovic fits the bill.

  

Tennis, as much as it is a game of strength and strategy, is also a game of guts.  It’s you, standing there, all alone.  Sometimes, you’re down 5-0 and yet you have to hold your head up and serve for a game that’s obviously lost.  Or worse, you’re at the other end, forced to return a blistering serve from an opponent who certainly has your number.  It’s just so easy to choke, to just give up and call it a day.  And yet you’re there, fighting alone at one side of the court.  

That last match vs Nadal at the US Open was brutal.  Truth be told, Djokovic was on top of his game.  Imagine what it feels like to know that you’re doing everything you have to do, giving everything you’ve got and yet you still lose.  But that’s what makes champions. They don’t give up.  They take the beating, fight for their life, and get up and say, it will be better tomorrow.

When everything that can go wrong actually does and you're way over your head in shit, it takes a lot of courage to get up and believe that it will be better tomorrow. 

I remember one match when I was 12 or 13.  The tournament was going really well, until I faced Magnolia.  See? I still remember her name.  She bageled me, that bitch.  (For the uninitiated, bagel in tennis means you didn’t win a set, your opponent won 6-0.)  I didn’t want to continue the match, it was the first time I ever l ever lost that bad.  For the first time, I was aware that I was alone during a match.  It was so scary and I just wanted to go home and cry, but you have to continue and rely on your guts to fight.  I lost that match and Magnolia eventually won the gold.  And I went on to win my first bronze in tennis. 

A picture of

Something you want to do before you die.

I am going to go full on cheesy and sappy on this one. Whenever I see the word "die" or "death" it just makes me go insanely sentimental. So... Before I die I want to fall in love, the kind that makes you leap off of buildings, the kind that makes you kick your leg back when you hug or kiss. And I'm going to take all that mush in the most cliche romantic city in the world, Paris.

The verdict is in.

I am going to move to a place near the office. I've thought about distance, time, traffic, convenience, and my current day to day activities, and what I really want and what really suits my life right now.  I just need to find a place that will allow me to have the puppy with me.  I am surprised that a lot of condos and apartments do not allow pets. Instead of moving back home, I think I need to live in a new place, a new city, a new neighborhood.

Much as I love a modest home with the picket fence and the small flower garden, I think it's not for me right now. At least not for now.  And much as las pinas is home, I think I've out-grown it a little bit.

Besides...

"I couldn't stay where everything reminded me of the life that was gone."  ~ Water for Elephants

Silver Linings

I think I knew it all along, that it was all up to me to change things... but I couldn't get a quick start, just couldn't make that leap. Barely three months ago, I was in such a rut that just days before Christmas, I wished for a new job, a new home and the world to end. I was stuck at a crossroads. Too many decisions to be made, and I just didn't know where to start or where to go that even a deal with the devil seemed like an option.

And I think that's the universe's cue to come in and lend a hand. I think it also helps that someone up there is looking out for me.

I wanted a new job...
but I didn't know what I wanted. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do except for the job I'm already doing now, and any other offer didn't seem to be good enough. So, I was offered a promotion. New responsibilities, new challenges and fresh possibilities. It's fast paced, critical, pushes you to the edge, just the way I like it.

I wanted a new home...
But I wasn't taking the time to look at houses. I had too many excuses to put this off. Then Tascha, my puppy, got evicted from our condo. I had to send her away to my family back home while I look for... (surprise!) a new home.

I wanted the world to end...
But instead, I am given the chance to see the world. Even after declining the initial offer, I was told all I had to do was get a visa and a plane ticket and the rest will be taken care of. It was literally an offer I couldn't refuse.

Now what is it again they say about avoiding your destiny? That you cant?

I believe this is my chance to do good again.

Ice age.

Five days before Christmas and all I can think of is how much I want :
1. A new job
2. A new house
3. And the end of the world to come on the 21st.

Satellite

Day 14 : A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.

If i was asked this question long ago, the answer would be automatic. I wouldn't even blink or think. I knew the answer. It was simple but never easy. But the thing about people you could never imagine your life without-- is that they disappear. And what you thought wasn't ever possible becomes not just a reality, but it becomes your life.


Everyday there is still a part if me that wishes. But everyday, i am also reminded that i can live through my worst fear. And then i feel invincible.

Day 13

A picture of your favorite band or artist.

Things I love

Day 12 : A picture of something you love.

I'm going out on a limb here and I'm posting a picture of thingsss I love.

No matter how tough and detached i try to look, the truth is, i am such a girly-girl. I love bags, shinny things, shoes, flowers, chocolates and tennis. And the rain.

Oh, and cute tennis players.

And while we're telling secrets, I still believe that a pair of shoes can change a girl's life. Just look at that girl, Cinderella. She lived happily ever after.

something you hate

yeah. it took me a while to come up with this one because although i say that i hate something everyday, i almost always never mean it. the task for day 11 is to post a picture of something you hate.  i don't think i've ever hated something to the point as to make it official. you know, like really making a statement about your abhorrence over that one thing.  but that was until I experienced, first hand, some major bullying from local officials.

So now, here it is : I hate politics. and I hate bullies.

You know what the funny thing is? these police vehicles weren't even acquired during this Mayor's administration.  This was part of the previous Mayor's projects.

Credit @jimparedes for the pic.

saddest conversation ever

good talk.

but the saddest part is, you know he's right.

random stranger

Day 10 : a picture of the person you do the most F****d up things with.

day 9

Day 9 : A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.

wow. I am on a roll. although, the only reason I am on a roll is because I have been on bed-rest for nearly 4 days now. but still, I am on a roll.

This next one is quite tricky. and may get a bit controversial, so I will just post this pic. because if you are the person who has gotten me through the most, you'll know. one look at that pic, and you'll know.  you probably already know anyway, even if you don't see this. but... whatevs.

geez. if i knew this list would get this personal.  i wouldn't have done it at all. oh well.

faith

FAITH : You give it to the people you love. But the people who really deserve it, are the ones who come through even when you don't love them enough.  - V Mars 

day 8 : a picture that makes you laugh

what can i say? i'm easy. :)

day 7

This 30 day thing is taking a lot longer than I thought. Ha. Anyway... moving on...

Day 7 : A picture of your most treasured item.

I almost posted a picture of my favorite flowers here. I thought I was supposed to post a picture of my most treasured possession... not that a bunch of hyacinths were the most important part of my life... the picture was supposed to take the place of the picture of all the people I love since i can't put all of them in a single picture. 

Anyway, when i looked at my file again, it said, most treasured item. item. this is the first thing that came into my mind. 

it may be a bit sentimental and childish, but this teddy bear was there every single time i needed a hug. got me through the worst times. and (in my mind) jumped up with me in my triumphs. i miss my bear. 

i had the strangest

dream. 

I dreamt that we were watching the sunrise. I casually mused that it has been such a long time since we last saw the sun rise together.  And as I said it, I had the sinking feeling that it was going to be the last.  

I hate waking up in tears. It kinda sets the mood for the entire day. 

sunflowers and berries

Day 6 : A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.

Okay. It took me days to figure out who I wanted to trade places with... I was thinking, maybe someone profound... like Oprah.  Then this morning I realized i'm only going to be this "other" person for a day. So might as well be fun. 

Just for a day, I want to be this girl who spends a quiet weekend away from the city with this really cute dude in the red socks.  I want to shop for sunflowers and berries after a quick run along the beach with this really sweet dude. 

spoon airplanes

Day 5 : A picture of your favorite memory. 

when i was around seven years old and recuperating from a long sickness, my mom begged me to eat and spoon fed me the most amazing adobo ever.  I was too old then to be spoon fed, much more, with an "airplane" spoon.  the taste of the adobo, the small table in my grandma's living room and how the light filtered through the windows and touched my thin feet are still very clear memories until this day. but my favorite part was when my mom pretended that the spoon was an airplane just to convince me to eat.  

as long as you're here with me now.

Day 4 : A picture of your favorite night.

This one is a pickle. There's just sooo many favorite nights. But nothing sums up my current mood than this :

As long as it matters.
As long as you're here with me now.
Forget that our time is almost up,
I'll be all right.

Some of your favorite things, they're over before they even start.

Day 3

Post a picture of the cast of your favorite TV show

Of course, i did.

It was almost sure that i won't be able to complete this 30 day challenge thing. I completely forgot on the second day. Ha!
But!!! The only way to get a move on is to just pick up where you left of.

So yesterday's thing was :
Post a picture of you and the person you've been closest to the longest. there's no doubt about this one :

Thirty Days

I think I’m back. Or at least I’m trying.  For the month of April, one of my To-Do things, according to the Happiness Project is to start a blog.  (Actually, it meant, do something you’ve always wanted to do, but was afraid to start and/or learn something new, but I think this works for me. I am too lazy to think of something else, anyway.)

As background, I started reading the Happiness Project in January.  It was just fitting to start the year with a project like this.  Not that I’m not happy, or that I expect to find the meaning of life with the project… I just knew there’s room for improvement and maybe this will be fun.  But, as most things in my life, I needed a bit of catching up on the book.  The recent flights between Tokyo, Hongkong and Manila gave me the time to do just that.

A friend also recently urged me to try this 30 day thing where they tell you what to post each day for thirty days.  I figured it would be a good start for my project since most of the time, my mind is just flying in all sorts of directions and I cannot focus on just one thing. (I had to point that out incase it’s still not obvious).

30 days.  Can I make that kind of commitment? Here goes: 

Day 1:

A picture of yourself with 10 facts

1.   I love being busy.

2.  I have a dog named Tascha

3.  I am independent.

4.  I’d like to believe I am a good cook.

5.  I love sports and adventure.

6.  I love surprises and spontaneity.

7.  I snore.

8.  I cannot live without chocolate.

9.  I hate negativity.

10.  I’m stubborn. 

the year that was

amnesia

lesson #1 : unless you want to stay wide awake until 3am, do not drink coffee at night.
lesson #2 : it's stupid to expect different results if you keep doing the same things.
lesson #3 : when it's time, it's time. ready or not.
lesson #4 : the things that run through your mind from 1am onwards are not true/reliable/accurate. do not believe them. especially when you start to think you suffer from amnesia, instead of insomnia.
lesson #5 : next time, do yourself a favor and take a pill when the clock strikes 12.

fortunate accident

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

-- Captain Corelli's Mandolin

super saturday! :D

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”

Cheese

I think I’ve forgotten how to do this. After such a long time of writing nothing but business letters and reading guidelines, business proposals and contracts, I have decided that things definitely should change. I have known this for a long time and denied it even longer. The disconnect was just so palpable you start to feel like a lost robot. Note: a lost robot. But the time comes when you can't ignore the signs anymore and you have to take that leap of faith otherwise, you'll drown.

I tried, too hard, at times to get back on track. But it just wasn’t working. I was doing all the wrong things and taking all the wrong turns at the worst times.

But out of nowhere... things... small things just start to... happen.

The killer training session for our 16k run was breathtaking in more ways that one. The moon hung low and the clouds danced lazily against the black velvet sky. I was so surprised to see so many stars in the middle of the city. There was a slight breeze that reminded you that Christmas is just around the corner. And, well... the sad Christmas song playing from the track’s PA system was kind of a dead give-away.

It was literally a breath of fresh air that somewhere in the middle of the city, in the middle of the week, I can lie in the middle of the field, look up at the stars and smell freshly cut grass.

Music swelled in the background, building up to that moment when Boy and Girl meet in the middle of the field, both trying to catch their breath. Because they had to run to each other; because they suddenly realized that they’ve been in love with the other for the longest time; that they’re meant to be.

MFEO = Made for each other. My ass.

They realized what they've been looking for and waiting for all their lives is right in front of them and they can't ignore or hide that fact anymore. Because in this taken-straight-from-a-rom-com scene, they realize that they just have to be together at the exact same time the stadium lights go off. And he just has to kiss her. Just at the exact same time the sprinklers go off and soak them to their tingly bones.

Still looking up at the sky, watching the faint twinkle of the stars, I told my friend that I hope to see a shooting star, so I can wish that for myself too. We broke into fits of laughter at the hilarity of that scene, of me, as the girl in that scene. Of how it seemed so unlikely. So uncharacteristically not me.

Okay, maybe not the cheesy, music-swelling-in-the-background part. Just the part where they both realize what everyone else has been saying, that they're it. They're meant to be. MFEO. My ass.

I took one last look at the almost deserted track, smiled to myself and left.

They dropped me off at the spa. I needed a massage, desperately.

Like some sort of a small miracle, that grave disconnect I’ve been feeling for the longest time seemed to have gone away. It was as if the masseuse turned off a switch or something. I prayed for my friend to win that photo contest. Just a simple, “I hope my friend wins.” And for the first time in a really really long time, I felt like I was really being heard. That someone is really listening to my prayer and understands my heart. It's the best feeling in the world.

There was such poignancy in that night. Like a moment where nothing goes right yet everything feels right.

Which brings me
Here.
Back and hopeful.
Again.

letters to a young poet...

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

it's mine, anyway.

Sometimes even if you know its a mistake, you have to make it anyway to really know its a mistake...

some kind of a maybe

"I've become a real believer in not defining every single thing. Seems like every time you think you've figured out what something is, it just becomes something else." - Sally

make a wish...

sometimes, i wish for rain. sometimes, i get just that and it's amazing.
other times, i get cloudy skies instead, which is also nice. sometimes, i get more than i bargained for, raging wind, and all. but there are times when i get sunshine. clear blue skies, bright sunshine.
and you know what? sometimes, it's just what i need.

my blind side

probably the best part of my four day Easter weekend is watching The Blind Side. Michael's story is amazing. I almost forgot that there are still genuinely good people in the world. just really good people... anyway, there was that part in the movie where he had to write this essay on Tennyson's The Charge of the Light Brigade"...

“Courage is a hard thing to figure. You can have courage based on a dumb idea or a mistake, but you’re not supposed to question adults, or your coach, or your teacher because they make the rules. Maybe they know best but maybe they don’t. It all depends on who you are, where you come from. Didn’t at least one of the six hundred guys think about giving up and joining with the other side? I mean, Valley of Death, that’s pretty salty stuff. That’s why courage is tricky. Should you always do what others tell you to do? Sometimes you might not even know why you’re doing something. I mean, any fool can have courage. But honor, that’s the real reason you either do something or you don’t. It’s who you want to be. If you die trying for something important then you have both honor and courage and that’s pretty good. I think that’s what the writer was saying; that you should try for courage and hope for honor. And maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some, too.”

overheard somewhere...

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life

multiple choice

For a few months now, a question has been nagging my friend's overly imaginative and earnest minds. I didn't bother give it a thought because, really, there was no reason to choose. I circled at the possibility and was entertained by the potential. But, really. Whether I choose A, B or C didn't matter... I felt that it was not up to me anyway. But yesterday, while I was trying to arrange my clothes scattered on the floor, I suddenly decided. I choose D. not D of my bittersweet childhood. But D for none of the above.

Stop that woman!

Some people eat when stressed. Some scream or punch the living daylights out of something. Others exercise. I shop. There was a turn of events last Friday. Our trip to Malaysia is pushing through after all. And I have an interview for the new job next week. Things seem to looking up. But still stressful. Crazy stressful. Stomach crunching, vomit inducing, head spinning stressful.

The plan was to monitor the Men's Health Urbanathlon (yeah I have the best job in the world ;)), visit mom's grave, drop by the doctor's and swing by the office to do some paper work.

Well that was the plan. This is what happened.

After I spent my bonus and maxed out my credit card, I settled down at a café. As I was waiting for my order to come, I looked at the bags. The bag with my brand new Oakley shades looked back at me and smiled. “Happy holidays!”, it said. A warm smile spread across my flushed face and I felt warm all over. I deserve this, I thought. This is how it's supposed to be. Then my order came and it was amazing.

Life is amazing. I know the bills will come to haunt me in a few months, but for now, I am ecstatic. Warm all over. :)
There’s just so much to look forward to.

flowers for mom

I went to the cemetery this morning to visit my mom’s grave. The cemetery was nearly empty save for some kids playing at a distance and a handful of guys cleaning up what’s left off the previous week. I miscalculated the time and arrived there at around 10 am, it was especially humid. And 5 minutes under the scorching sun, I started feeling dizzy.

It’s no fun passing out in the cemetery. It creeps everyone out.

NP : Last Kiss : Pearl Jam

The List (continued) from the doctor's office

- get the pair of Mizuno crusaders I won. finally got them and planned to test drive it at the hsbc run but, of course, i lost my race bid. wth?!

It's my second (or third - I can't remember) visit to the doc for my dizziness and fatigue. Of course the first time I went here I conveniently did not tell my doc that I recently did this

and shortly after, I started feeling sea sick.

This is definitely not my day. Well, yesterday wasn't my day either. First, we found out that our trip to Malaysia has been cancelled. Well, they said postponed for a trip to (maybe) Singapore early next year. But it feels really cancelled and we'll have to do the planning session somewhere within the country. Sucks. In hindsight, it might be because the doc said I should avoid air travel for the meantime. i hate it that even the cancellation of this trip is supposedly for my good. Crap.

It's Thursday, and so far the week has been a major disaster. Should I be bold and declare that this is definitely not my week?

The List

I was going to make a list of all the things I had to do and cross them out one by one. I was arguing with myself in my mind how to prioritize things. But my laptop's keyboard intermittently presses the ";" key in it's own will. And I find it too annoying.

And even before I get to post this, I know I would have crossed out some of them (hopefully) OR not.

- get a new battery for my laptop (this I actually accomplished before I even wrote this, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write this, but I want to include this to add to the things I've crossed out, because I simply like crossing things out.)
- get rid of my vertigo or whatever the hell it is that makes me dizzy. And find out why I am always Sooo tired. I think this isn't just stress, I think there's a medical explanation for this.
- have my laptop keyboard repaired.
- get a new pair of cheap glasses. I specified cheap because I only ever use it at home and tascha keeps chewing on my glasses, it doesn't make sense for me to get really nice ones.
- replace bulbs in the living room
- get plumbing done in the bathroom
- finally get a closet
- get a new bed
- get a desk, heck, renovate bedroom
- renovate living/dining room
- bathe tascha
- update tascha's vaccines
- sync iPhone
- fix other phone
- get a car.

I think this about sums up the priority things for me right now. There are a gazillion other things waiting to be done but if I list them all, nothing will ever get done. Now if only I can sleep.

Halloween

"It's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving."~ Mother Teresa

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who stays. When everyone else washes their hands clean, I'm the one left to pick up the pieces. It can get tiring sometimes. Or always. But you get a new surge of energy, a certain drive whenever you remember that you're doing all this out of sheer love. and then you're okay again.

dive in

I keep trying to pinpoint the moment when everything went a tad askew, but every time I try to, it’s either I fall asleep or something happens that messes things up a bit more and I have to get up and manage it a bit. But anyway, I think it was sometime after my Aunt went back to TX. I think it all started when I woke up in the middle of the night from so much pain in my right wrist. Yeah. I think it started with that.

Then I lost all the contents of my ipod. All of them. I mean all of them. It was pretty much every digital file I had. Some were files I’ve had as early as 1994. All the pictures were there. All of them. Then I went surfing and broke my iphone and crushed on a boy 10 years my junior. Yeah, I think that was the start of my descent.

It’s not like where I am right now is so bad… it’s just really really disorganized. My thoughts are floating around, I’m trying, constantly, to catch up on things and my right wrist still hurts.

Five months after that fateful summer, I can still feel the aftermath in my everyday life. But, I am determined to put everything in their rightful places and put some order amidst all the chaos. AND work on certain aspects of my life I know I have gravely neglected over the past months. Maybe even years.

Wow. I think I’m even excited.

Oh, and I just have to say this, but nothing beats sleeping in your own bed.

Dive In : Dave Matthews Band

Wake up sleepy head
I think the sun's a little brighter today
Smile and watch the icicles melt away and see the water rising...
Summers here to stay, and all those summer games will last forever
Go down to the shore, kick off your shoes, dive in the empty ocean.

Tell me everything will be OK if I just stay on my knees and keep praying
believing in something
Tell me everything is all taken care of by those qualified to take care of it all.

Wake up sleepy head
I think the sun's a little brighter today

summer in october. or not.

I think I need to rest. Not rest like go on an adventure far away. But just rest. Stay at home and not worry about anything. Sleep late. Watch senseless tv. Laugh my head off. Eat like there’s no tomorrow and sleep. Rest with wild abandon. 

I’ve always kinda loved airplanes and… yes, even airports.  Somehow, I felt like it was a gateway to escape; to unknown adventures; to new possibilities.  But I think at a given amount of time you spend in them, you get tired and you just wish you can go home.  I think I got to that point sometime between Tagbilaran and Manila.

I’ve never wanted to be home as much as I did when we were in Cheron island.  After camping in Zambales last year, I swore that once was enough and I would not do that again if I can help it.  When my cousin said that we were going to be the first guests at the island and the facilities will be ok when we get there, I thought, well… maybe there wouldn’t be any curtains; or some windows will be missing; or a faucet or two might not work; or there wouldn’t be any hot water; or maybe there wouldn’t be any water in the pool.

So. imagine my surprise when we got there. First, there was no running water. And there was no air conditioning. There was no running water!!! I was a little brave, and unbelievably exhausted from the early flights, from running around everywhere and the scary and bumpy boat ride to the island.  I didn’t cry myself to sleep this time. And I didn’t even have to drink at all. I guess I’m growing up a little, huh?

The trip was cut short because of bad weather. By bad weather, I mean a super typhoon.  The boat broke while we were negotiating the horrendous waves.  I was already thinking of an escape plan. How was I going to swim to the nearest island and still save my laptop and phone? How many minutes or seconds do I have before sharks smell the blood dripping from me and devour my legs?

Luckily, we didn’t have to swim or try to stay afloat while holding our laptops and cameras over our heads.  We made it to the hotel at the mainland just in time, drenched but alive nonetheless.

The hotel was a welcome balm, knowing that the flight back home is just around the corner.  Or so we all thought.  Everything seemed to be going as planned on our way to the airport.  We were all looking forward to all the comfort Manila would bring, that was until our flight was cancelled. 

I am unbelievably exhausted. I mean, I just feel drained. And I look at myself in the mirror and I can see the exhaustion all over me.  I am just tired, in every way a person can be tired.

I think I need to stay grounded for a while. No more long road trips and flights and adventures for a while. I think I just need to be home. No one in the world needs to go home as much as I do now.

how

do you celebrate someone's victory when you know you're not part of it?

high and dry

I used to wonder what’ll take me to finally take the time to sort things out in my head. Well... I learned that it takes more than a few nights of no internet, no phone, no waves, no TV, no earphones and no booze. I have had enough time, but not enough will power to do this.

My clock says it’s almost 11pm… I think I’ll go to sleep now.

tgif wtf

When I got my job 11 months ago and slowly settled and got used to the frenzied phase, I thought the lack of financial fulfillment was going to be my biggest concern.  11 months later, I learned that that would be… well… in the top three of my concerns.  I didn’t think that burn out and mis direction would be my concerns.  It sucks that I’m seriously thinking about quitting a job that I love. it’s just that lately, there’s just been a whole lot of that going on. Not the love part, but the job part. In fact, I feel that there’s been way too much of it, it’s not healthy anymore.

I feel and I know that if I continue like this, it’s either I end up a poor, bitter, hypertensive bitch or I die.  Either way, it doesn’t look good. 

But I love my job, and I can’t imagine doing anything else. But… this isn’t right. And it’s come to the point where I’m not sure if it’s still worth it. I’m not sure if this is something I want to fight for.

And once again, I’m tired.

butterflies

From my mother’s side of the family, there are three of us, girls who were born just months apart in the same year.  One of us got married last year.  And the other is getting married on Saturday.   i haven’t seen my relatives in a long time, but I already feel them breathing down my neck, telling me that I should get married. Soon.

I promised myself years ago that I will marry only for love.  I will never let anyone or anything pressure me into getting married. i grew up fearing marriage, the idea that I’ll be stuck/ caged in/ tied to someone or something for the rest of my life just plain terrifies me.  And we all know what happened when I finally succumbed to that idea.  I guess it’s just fitting that I do myself that favor and stick to my promise.   Ok. Ok. Ok. So maybe I am still terrified. but I think these days, although I am scared of making the biggest mistake of my life, there’s also that fear of having to spend my life alone.  Which is also scary.

But I guess right now, I have a lot of other things to take care of. Like fixing my schedule to fit everything. I need a break. A long, luxurious, break.

lazy suzy

Work seems to have taken over my life the past month. And it’s only bound to get worse this March.  I get mild panic attacks whenever I remember the insurmountable things I have to deal with at work this coming march.  The fire brigade competition, the newsletter, the earth hour celebration… I get light headed whenever I think about it.  I want to go to the beach! And relax! And sip mango shake! And read a book! Under the sun!

I can’t believe how crazy February has been.  There was the condura run, which I will later on learn was a breeze in comparison to the next events.  the century run, which attracted over 11,000 runners, was a great success, in my opinion.  There are a lot of people who would say otherwise, but for me, it was a success.  Everyone had their own experience at the run, and although a lot of people had an amazing time, we only usually hear from the ones who didn’t.  this is especially true when it comes to event organizing.  The event may be a raging success, but there will be one or two who will be unhappy for one reason or another. 

I love my job.   And although the Saturday before the big event, I was crying inside a rest room cubicle because I couldn’t locate a supplier ; and I was only able to relax and enjoy the run an hour after the height of the event and almost everyone has gone home.   I am still thankful that my job gives me such amazing highs.

I am also thankful for the breather this weekend.  A weekend without work, or so I thought.  Well… there were just a few calls. And a lot of dropped calls.  Ah well…

Friday, I was one of the judges in a beauty pageant.  I was there from 6pm to 12mn. Who would have thought those things go on forever??? Well, at least I can say that I once judged a beauty pageant alongside Brazilian models, famous cosmetic surgeons and famed photographers.

Saturday, I saw a movie and bought a dress for my cousin’s wedding.  I asked my roommate to do my hair and makeup next week.  I told her I want to be prettier than the bride. Ha. I was serious. But it’s kinda impossible because my cousin is really beautiful. And it is her wedding day. Anyway. My turn will come.

Next week, it’s my cousin’s wedding. My aunt and grandma are coming home this Friday from Texas to join the celebration.  I can’t wait to see them.  I can’t wait to see my family again after a long time. 

This Sunday there’s the Run United.  There will be around 3,500 less runners this time. But it’s still a huge crowd… I hope I beat my time. Better practice tomorrow. 

the past week has been hectic at work. (when is it not?) i think next week will be a little bit more relaxed, though i have to work on saturday again. it's supposed to be a stride compared to this week... but we'll see.

the condura run was fun this morning. there was a lot of people. almost 9,000 people ran. and the whole place was packed. the organizers prepared a lot of things for the runners, fireworks, marching bands, cheering squads... it was amazing. i didn't beat my best time because i had to wait for one of my friends... but it's ok.  there's always next week. i have to run at least a couple of times before the century superbods run.  i won't be waiting for my friends at that run. i'll just see them at the finish line. at least that's the plan.

one of my goals this year is to run a half marathon.

book run 2010

i didn't get to run as much as i should have last year, so i'm making it my new year's resolution to join the fun runs at BGC almost every week. mixing work and working out... and it's fun. (they don't call them fun runs for nothing. ha. )

i don't have any specific goal when i run. but this morning, i was halfway through the first km of my 5km when i decided that my goal was to run till my legs feel like they're going to fall off and until my chest feels like it's going to explode. 2 Kms later, i decided that was not the brightest idea and slowed my pace and walked. then my boss pointed to M R, one of the most beautiful local celebrities, running a few feet ahead of us. after walking and staring at her shapely hips for five minutes, i decided i had a new goal: beat M R at the finish line. and i did.

runningmate sent the race results 30 minutes ago via text. it's my best time so far. it's my best time but it's still embarrassing so i'm not posting it here.

oh, and i did get that picture with D D. which, i failed to admit earlier, was my real goal for joining this race. haha.

next run : condura run for the dolphins. can't wait.

sweet dreams

while i argue in my mind whether i should do some stuff for work or finish some personal errands or just sit back and read a book on this sunday night, i thought i should drop by this blog.

last year, a former colleague gave me a small notepad for christmas. there was a quote at the bottom of the paper. it said, "If one advances carefully in the direction of his dreams, & endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in uncommon hours. " ~ Henry David Thoreau

i took one piece from that notepad and kept it in my wallet since. and soon after i started looking for a job that i liked. four months later, i got a new job and wondered how the hell i got it.

lately i have been thinking a lot about work... and the monetary compensation i get from this job that i love so much. it's not that what i get isn't enough... it's just that i know i can get so much more from a job that's easier. easier but something i'm only mildly interested in. just thinking about this stresses me out.

it's like this... i love my job. i can't imagine myself doing anything else. but my salary is just enough to get me through. it's not enough to get me that beautiful house or that new car or those amazing vacations. but everyday i'm thankful that i get to do something that makes sense to me.

which brings me to an important question, would you rather have a job that'll enable you to get that beautiful house, that new car and those amazing vacations... or would you rather do something you love. everyday. a job that makes you smile. and feel blessed that you are doing what you love. yet it'll take a lot of sacrifice and time to get a nice house, a decent car and the occasional vacation.

i think the question here is, what's more important to me?

well... look at the time! it's almost 10pm... time for bed. sweet dreams.

NP : clockwatching : jason mraz
Let's live in this moment just this time, could we?
Just take one moment of our time m-m-m-m-maybe.
Let's forget we running out of time.

I'm off like an airplane,
I'm catching my second wind again.
I'm using my left brain
And I'm righting all my wrongs.
lately we're running out of time, aren't we?

couch wars

before i make any big (or sometimes even small) decisions, i always do my research. well... almost. i should have on this one. Because the first thing that comes up when you google "choosing a room mate/flat mate" is, "never room with a friend". i want to bitch slap myself for not researching this major decision in my life. another lesson learned.

there's a reason why we tirelessly looked for a two bedroom apartment for months. so that we can both have our own rooms. and here are the reasons why we both have to have our own rooms:

- so that none of us will have to tip toe if we want to use the kitchen in the middle of the night/day.
- so that one of us can watch tv without lowering the volume while the other one is asleep.
- so that neither will have to deal with the other person's personal stuff/clutter.
- so that neither one of us will have to watch the other sleep, dress up, put her make up on.

so when my room mate refuses to sleep in her bedroom, my frustration is understandable. right? do you even know anyone who sleeps in the living room??? that's crazy. especially when there's an available bedroom in the house. and i wouldn't write about it here if it hadn't reached this point where i am just ready to change the locks and put all her stuff on the corridor.

it's been three months since we moved in this condo. i let her sleep in the living room the first month because i thought it was a temporary thing... a few weeks, max. but it has been three f#c%ing months. She sleeps in the living room because she's scared... of ghosts, of evil spirits, etc. which is childish and stupid. I try to be understanding... so I gave her until January. When January came, I called a cleaning lady to clean her bedroom and the rest of the house (since she doesn't do housework either). So, what does she do? She sleeps on the couch.

We have different schedules. When she's asleep, I'm awake, and vise versa. So when she sleeps in the living room, i have no choice but to watch tv and sit on the floor, or sit on a really uncomfortable chair and strain my ears to hear what i'm watching. or i can lie in bed and sleep all day.

and besides that.... it's very uncomfortable to do any activity while someone in the room is asleep. that's just how i am. i think that's how most people are.

i'm not saying that i'm the perfect room mate. i probably have a lot of annoying habits... and i do have a dog who poops and pees in the living room and kitchen as she pleases. but i have given up a lot of things i love and there are certain things i can't take... like my tv turned on even when no one is watching. (i am not ready to buy a new tv anytime soon, and the next one i buy will be in my bedroom). know what i hate more than dirty dishes and a cluttered table? a person sleeping in the living room with the dirty dishes and the cluttered table.

please tell me i'm not being unreasonable because i'm way in over my head.

such unnecessary inconvenience.