There was something about the full moon last weekend that I feel inclined to do some blogging today. Last Satruday was largely uneventful, save for the fact that I attended the UPOU Orsem in the morning and that my friend Sandee and I started training together that afternoon. We are gearing up for the June 12 run, my first official "marathon" and I figured it's time to shift from the treadmill to a real road. She runs regularly at UP and I decided to tag along. She says the trees were her entertainment. I, on the other hand, have grown comfortable at the gym. This shift is actually good for me because I need to get used to running on concrete. I've been maintaining a good system so far, combining running with walking, shifting from sprints to a slow jog and keeping to the 5k-under-45 minute rule. So as I waited for Sandee to arrive, she was about an hour late, I watched the runners.
Apparently, this is where some of the hardcore runners and the newbies are. There was an eclectic mix of "exercisers", from the really young to the really old. Much has changed since I last ran here, two years ago to be exact. The one-way traffic thing really helps, people have some room to overtake each other or maintain an even run in spite of the high volume of people. I also noticed that the sidewalk is now paved and evenly set, mind you, I've tripped on my feet at least twice before when said sidewalks had potholes. Now they're nice and even, which is good for clumsy runners like me.
Sandee told me that the whole route is exactly 2k. She has this high tech gadget attached to her bad-ass marathoning shoe (yep, bad-ass) that records the distance that she covered, the speed and I think even the gradient of her run. I told her, that's better than how I monitor my run on the treadmill. Her shoe kicked my shoe's ass. Whereas the only pimping I could do to my running shoes was buying it clamps so that the ties won't release during the run. I was surprised to hear that the whole route was only 2k, it only means, I cover the 2k easier on a real road than on a treadmill. Yey for concrete roads. Apparently, I can do a full-run 2k in 15 minutes. That to me was amazing. We were only able to cover 4k, or 2 rounds, that day because she had to make her way home, I on other hand had a long drive too.
I noticed the full moon feels low, like it was closer to the earth or something. It probably has some significance somewhere. So yeah, after running with Sandee, I was so pumped up that I actually bought raw ingredients from the grocery and cooked dinner from SCRATCH at home. Everything was prepared from scratch, from my favorite Japanese rice, my favorite processed protein of Hotdogs, my unique coriander and red egg salad, to my coke zero infused with lemon. I credit this to the full moon. Probably, the one and only time in a while that I actually wanted to be in the kitchen for my own nutrition.
I probably won't be training today, as we are understaffed and at the same time I have to report for work. I could feel all the aches and pains now because I didn't run yesterday, usually these are masked by the high endorphin levels that I maintain because of my running. I was so lazy yesterday that I ended up watching old episodes of Crystal Maze all morning and spending the afternoon with the girls.
My right knee's now killing me, must load on the potassium real soon.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Reading Shaw
I have an inclination to buy and read books that have red covers. I know that sounds crazy but I gravitate towards books that have some red on its cover. I recently discovered the playwright Shaw, brilliant work I must say. His choice of topics and how he plays with his words create such fascinating scenes. I'm all about making scenes perfect, the dramatic buildup. I especially like it when an author zones in on one thing, and the reader is taken into that scene, slowly, one step at a time.
My favorite books vary from works of the eclectic Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the dark world of Tolkien, the return to childish dreams with Harry Potter and his friends, and of course, Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. I'm ok with Neil Gaiman's Stardust and American Gods but I find the other works a little too far out for my taste. Gregory Maguire's take on the evil characters of childhood fairytales is just fantastic. I also like the Asian world of Yoshimoto. I've always been curious about Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses, Francis has been singing praises about this book for years but I can't seem to find a copy of this book anywhere. Seriously, when I go to the kitschy bookstores with hard to find titles, I always zone in to find a Rushdie, zilch all the time. If you have a copy, or know where to get one, let me know, send me an email. And you will receive my undying love and affection. Teka ano daw?
I don't get the whole Ebook movement, I like reading my books with pages, I like the smell of the paper, I like breaking the spine and writing on the sides. I can hear the collective, "No, you evil person.".
-The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them" -- GB Shaw
Snap!
My favorite books vary from works of the eclectic Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the dark world of Tolkien, the return to childish dreams with Harry Potter and his friends, and of course, Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. I'm ok with Neil Gaiman's Stardust and American Gods but I find the other works a little too far out for my taste. Gregory Maguire's take on the evil characters of childhood fairytales is just fantastic. I also like the Asian world of Yoshimoto. I've always been curious about Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses, Francis has been singing praises about this book for years but I can't seem to find a copy of this book anywhere. Seriously, when I go to the kitschy bookstores with hard to find titles, I always zone in to find a Rushdie, zilch all the time. If you have a copy, or know where to get one, let me know, send me an email. And you will receive my undying love and affection. Teka ano daw?
I don't get the whole Ebook movement, I like reading my books with pages, I like the smell of the paper, I like breaking the spine and writing on the sides. I can hear the collective, "No, you evil person.".
-The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them" -- GB Shaw
Snap!
A Cool Monday Morning
I woke up this morning to my laptop blaring, I fell asleep with the sounds on, I barely made my deadline this morning, I have a feeling this is going to be one long day. No matter, boss is back in SG, and probably passing on a ton of work this week. Beefing up the paycheck is always a good thing.
I am determined to run this afternoon, clock in my minutes on the treadmill, make up for not running yesterday.
I noticed that my UP student number only has one even number like my Ateneo student number, that's so cool. In the greater scheme of things, what could that mean? That odd things are meant to outweigh the even flow and ebb of things? Teka ano daw?
Finally, the sun's not so awful today, he's kinda behind some bad-ass clouds. For some reason, I'm in a cheery mood today. Must be because I did a ton of writing last night, (may brain cells pala ako).
I must stop procrastinating with my errands, the list's not getting any shorter. I hate errands, with passion!
I am determined to run this afternoon, clock in my minutes on the treadmill, make up for not running yesterday.
I noticed that my UP student number only has one even number like my Ateneo student number, that's so cool. In the greater scheme of things, what could that mean? That odd things are meant to outweigh the even flow and ebb of things? Teka ano daw?
Finally, the sun's not so awful today, he's kinda behind some bad-ass clouds. For some reason, I'm in a cheery mood today. Must be because I did a ton of writing last night, (may brain cells pala ako).
I must stop procrastinating with my errands, the list's not getting any shorter. I hate errands, with passion!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sugar and Tiny Barongs
I can't run today. Apart from the fact that I'm behind my deadline (my boss is going to kill me), I have a migraine. Actually, it's more like the vertigo I had a couple of days ago, hence I have an excuse to load up on sugar. Yey for sugar. I've already had a twix bar, a handful of dark raisenettes, a bowlful of fruit, a glass of iced tea, a doughnut and a grande iced caramel machiatto. So now, I'm all hyper and jittery, hahaha. I hope the recovery arrives soon, I need to keep running and I need to stop burping.
Yesterday, my friend Sheila's son was baptized. It was quite cute actually, he was wearing a tiny barong. I never knew they make barongs that small. Sheila had asked me to drive for them, as they don't have a vehicle and really managing two little children on their own was already a handful, to be their willing driver was the least I could do for them. It was cute really, Mika, Sheila's older child, kept calling me "Kishie", she couldn't enunciate her R's just yet. For some reason little children seem to gravitate toward me, I don't "babyspeak" them, I like talking to them like they're little adults.
Yesterday, my friend Sheila's son was baptized. It was quite cute actually, he was wearing a tiny barong. I never knew they make barongs that small. Sheila had asked me to drive for them, as they don't have a vehicle and really managing two little children on their own was already a handful, to be their willing driver was the least I could do for them. It was cute really, Mika, Sheila's older child, kept calling me "Kishie", she couldn't enunciate her R's just yet. For some reason little children seem to gravitate toward me, I don't "babyspeak" them, I like talking to them like they're little adults.
43 minutes
I ran 5k yesterday, ok ran-walked, nonetheless, it was 43 minutes, under my target time of 45. Although at 4k, my brain was surrendering to the pain, I pushed it still because I needed to know how far my knees can take without buckling. I was exhausted thereafter, but it was all good. I can manage a 5k run apparently, I just need to train more consistently.
The thing about running is that one has to be very focused on the finishline. It's that passionate push towards making the end that carries over the toughest plateaus. My brain tends to zone in on things that I find difficult to focus on, when I run that monotony of putting one foot ahead of the other creates a rhythm that encourages my brain to rid itself of distractions. So what did I think about yesterday? I forgot.
I have four files to manage today, I pray that I find enough strength to push through it, I had bad dreams last night, kept me awake half of the night in spite of the physical exhaustion. And now, I'm sleepy.
The thing about running is that one has to be very focused on the finishline. It's that passionate push towards making the end that carries over the toughest plateaus. My brain tends to zone in on things that I find difficult to focus on, when I run that monotony of putting one foot ahead of the other creates a rhythm that encourages my brain to rid itself of distractions. So what did I think about yesterday? I forgot.
I have four files to manage today, I pray that I find enough strength to push through it, I had bad dreams last night, kept me awake half of the night in spite of the physical exhaustion. And now, I'm sleepy.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Hell No!
"All things in life are fated; you cannot change fate with your own actions"
All the great men of philosophy are now rolling around in their graves. Have people become so jaded that we surrender to some invisible chain that disengages us from the complexity of having some sort of control of our lives? I almost burst out laughing when I read this line in a paper that I was proofreading, I can imagine some bored guy in thick coca-cola eyeglasses stuck in a back office write this in an important paper that I happened to be editor of.
If indeed this is true, that fate is unchangeable, then what the hell are we doing trying to wrangle some sort of control over life then? Shouldn't we just hang back and let fate float us forward? No more trying to discover the answer to, "Why am I here?", or "What will I do with my life?". Just wait for LIFE to take you places, let things happen.
Predetermination of fate is almost impossible to believe because chance gives us more curveballs than straight outs.
Take the LOTTO for example, sure tens and thousands of people try their luck on any given day, much disappointed sure, but it's the thrill of the possibility of winning that gets people to join in on the fun. Waiting for a curveball to hit and swinging it out of the field.
But what if the curveballs themselves are predetermined? Like some MATRIX alterworld is indeed controlling the drones, that happens to be us, and that there is no such thing as a REAL world. Again, I'm driving myself nuts with the thinking! Must be the weather really. Who can live on this heat, nor think rationaly?
All the great men of philosophy are now rolling around in their graves. Have people become so jaded that we surrender to some invisible chain that disengages us from the complexity of having some sort of control of our lives? I almost burst out laughing when I read this line in a paper that I was proofreading, I can imagine some bored guy in thick coca-cola eyeglasses stuck in a back office write this in an important paper that I happened to be editor of.
If indeed this is true, that fate is unchangeable, then what the hell are we doing trying to wrangle some sort of control over life then? Shouldn't we just hang back and let fate float us forward? No more trying to discover the answer to, "Why am I here?", or "What will I do with my life?". Just wait for LIFE to take you places, let things happen.
Predetermination of fate is almost impossible to believe because chance gives us more curveballs than straight outs.
Take the LOTTO for example, sure tens and thousands of people try their luck on any given day, much disappointed sure, but it's the thrill of the possibility of winning that gets people to join in on the fun. Waiting for a curveball to hit and swinging it out of the field.
But what if the curveballs themselves are predetermined? Like some MATRIX alterworld is indeed controlling the drones, that happens to be us, and that there is no such thing as a REAL world. Again, I'm driving myself nuts with the thinking! Must be the weather really. Who can live on this heat, nor think rationaly?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Rogue Type A
I am procrastinating my deadline, yes, I should be working right now. My boss is going to kill me if I don't finish my work tonight.
No, I'm not yet bored. I get asked that a lot, if I'm getting bored already, no, sorry, I like this, seemingly boring life. It's hard to imagine how I, a super type-a person is enjoying this nonchalant floating through the days. The busy's going to come really soon, boss says I'm slated to take that trip to Singapore in a couple of weeks, my sister and her family's going to come home soon and we're gonna have a lot of fun, grad school's going to be a challenge for someone who likes being a student but hasn't been in a while and of course, I'm really excited about the apprenticeship with Nana, that is if I get to buy that Canon really soon. Then of course, I'm training hard for that marathon Sandee signed me up for. The goal is 5k in 45mins! Right now, I'm at 3k in 25. So yeah, not so boring in a couple of weeks, that's why I'm liking this boredom now, professional bumming and leeching off the parents ---> so much fun.
Ok, the clock says 9pm, gotta get back to work.
No, I'm not yet bored. I get asked that a lot, if I'm getting bored already, no, sorry, I like this, seemingly boring life. It's hard to imagine how I, a super type-a person is enjoying this nonchalant floating through the days. The busy's going to come really soon, boss says I'm slated to take that trip to Singapore in a couple of weeks, my sister and her family's going to come home soon and we're gonna have a lot of fun, grad school's going to be a challenge for someone who likes being a student but hasn't been in a while and of course, I'm really excited about the apprenticeship with Nana, that is if I get to buy that Canon really soon. Then of course, I'm training hard for that marathon Sandee signed me up for. The goal is 5k in 45mins! Right now, I'm at 3k in 25. So yeah, not so boring in a couple of weeks, that's why I'm liking this boredom now, professional bumming and leeching off the parents ---> so much fun.
Ok, the clock says 9pm, gotta get back to work.
Vertigo Sucks.
Last night, I took one too many of my "diet pills", my blood sugar dropped so low I had to eat a bowl of fruit and half a doughnut to recover from the dizziness. My palms were cold and I was burping too much air. I experienced some bad-ass VERTIGO, I felt like the world was spinning and yet I was lying down, not moving. It was like riding a rollercoaster without the rollercoaster. I had to force myself to sleep in order to recover, after all I had a deadline with the boss at 8am. I actually almost lost my balance standing up when I woke up to my 2am alarm.
I must run my 3k this afternoon, I've loaded on a ton of sugar to recover from said vertigo and now I have to shake it all off. Sandee already signed me up for my first marathon, so I must train harder and run more consistently. I have to buy a cute outfit for it too. Hahaha. Had to sneak that in. Though, my right knee's acting up, along with my back. Geesh, will these aches and pains ever end?
Maybe it's not supposed to end. Like a constant reminder that there is work to be done, pushing through the pain will actually be good, test of endurance of the body, translates into a stronger heartmind.
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Recently discovered a new Alicia song. Too smooth and cool. Lovet!
Unthinkable by Alicia Keys featuring Drake
Moment of honesty
Someone's gotta take the lead tonight
Whose it gonna be?
I'm gonna sit right here
And tell you all that comes to me
If you have something to say
You should say it right now
(Drake: You should say it right now)
You ready?
Bridge:
You give me a feeling that I never felt before
And I deserve it, I think I deserve it
(Drake: I deserve it, I think it deserve it..Let it go)
It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore
And I can't take it
(Drake: I can't take it)
Chorus-Alicia & Drake:
I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
Verse 2:
I know you once said to me
"This is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be"
Time is only wasting so why wait for eventually?
If we gon' do something 'bout it
We should do it right now
(Drake: We should do it right now)
Bay, uh
Bridge:
You give me a feeling that I never felt before
And I deserve it, I know I deserve it
(Drake: I deserve it, I know I deserve it. Let it go)
Its becoming something that's impossible to ignore
It's what we make it
(Drake: It's what we make it)
Chorus-Alicia & Drake:
I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Or would it be so beautiful either way I'm sayin'
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready I'm ready)
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready)
Yeah, sing...
Hook:
Why give up before we try
Feel the lows before the highs
Clip our wings before we fly away
I can't say I came prepared
I'm suspended in the air
Won't you come be in the sky with me
Chorus-Alicia & Drake:
I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Or would it be so beautiful either way I'm sayin'
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
I must run my 3k this afternoon, I've loaded on a ton of sugar to recover from said vertigo and now I have to shake it all off. Sandee already signed me up for my first marathon, so I must train harder and run more consistently. I have to buy a cute outfit for it too. Hahaha. Had to sneak that in. Though, my right knee's acting up, along with my back. Geesh, will these aches and pains ever end?
Maybe it's not supposed to end. Like a constant reminder that there is work to be done, pushing through the pain will actually be good, test of endurance of the body, translates into a stronger heartmind.
___________________________________
Recently discovered a new Alicia song. Too smooth and cool. Lovet!
Unthinkable by Alicia Keys featuring Drake
Moment of honesty
Someone's gotta take the lead tonight
Whose it gonna be?
I'm gonna sit right here
And tell you all that comes to me
If you have something to say
You should say it right now
(Drake: You should say it right now)
You ready?
Bridge:
You give me a feeling that I never felt before
And I deserve it, I think I deserve it
(Drake: I deserve it, I think it deserve it..Let it go)
It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore
And I can't take it
(Drake: I can't take it)
Chorus-Alicia & Drake:
I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
Verse 2:
I know you once said to me
"This is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be"
Time is only wasting so why wait for eventually?
If we gon' do something 'bout it
We should do it right now
(Drake: We should do it right now)
Bay, uh
Bridge:
You give me a feeling that I never felt before
And I deserve it, I know I deserve it
(Drake: I deserve it, I know I deserve it. Let it go)
Its becoming something that's impossible to ignore
It's what we make it
(Drake: It's what we make it)
Chorus-Alicia & Drake:
I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Or would it be so beautiful either way I'm sayin'
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready I'm ready)
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready)
Yeah, sing...
Hook:
Why give up before we try
Feel the lows before the highs
Clip our wings before we fly away
I can't say I came prepared
I'm suspended in the air
Won't you come be in the sky with me
Chorus-Alicia & Drake:
I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Or would it be so beautiful either way I'm sayin'
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
If you ask me I'm ready
(Echo: I'm ready, I'm ready)
Monday, May 17, 2010
Floating Leaf's Stubby Little Nose
If I had a chinese name or an american indian name, it would have to be, "Floating Leaf".
Yesterday was my first time to go to Club Manila East. Strange though because I only live 5 minutes away from it. Friends wanted to soak in water and dry out in the sun. The original plan was to go to the nearest beach, of which I wasn't really interested, I'm not a fan really, the sand gets into everything! But logistical problems and lack of time delimited the plan to Manila or close to Manila. So we went to Club Manila East, the theme-park styled water park proved to be a haven for city dwellers like me that's too lazy to seek the natural bodies of water. A swimming pool constitues a body of water, enough said.
So yeah, there I was, I'm not really adventurous, the giant slide wasn't enticing as the long walk up the tower was very discouraging for my laziness and my height issues, the surfing on artificial waves wasn't really calling my name, it looked painfully difficult, and really, I garner enough pain at the gym. So in short, I was pretty satisfied floating around the least occupied pool, my nose jutting out of the water, lying flat on the stillness of the pool. I could spend the whole day just doing that, floating, unless of course some kid jumps into the pool, creates waves and force water into my stubby little nose. Yey for chlorinated water up my nose.
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Must stop procrastinating, must go back to excel files.
Yesterday was my first time to go to Club Manila East. Strange though because I only live 5 minutes away from it. Friends wanted to soak in water and dry out in the sun. The original plan was to go to the nearest beach, of which I wasn't really interested, I'm not a fan really, the sand gets into everything! But logistical problems and lack of time delimited the plan to Manila or close to Manila. So we went to Club Manila East, the theme-park styled water park proved to be a haven for city dwellers like me that's too lazy to seek the natural bodies of water. A swimming pool constitues a body of water, enough said.
So yeah, there I was, I'm not really adventurous, the giant slide wasn't enticing as the long walk up the tower was very discouraging for my laziness and my height issues, the surfing on artificial waves wasn't really calling my name, it looked painfully difficult, and really, I garner enough pain at the gym. So in short, I was pretty satisfied floating around the least occupied pool, my nose jutting out of the water, lying flat on the stillness of the pool. I could spend the whole day just doing that, floating, unless of course some kid jumps into the pool, creates waves and force water into my stubby little nose. Yey for chlorinated water up my nose.
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Must stop procrastinating, must go back to excel files.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Rock Education
She Talks to Angels
Black Crowes
She never mentions the word addiction
in certain company
Yes,she'll tell you she's an orphan
after you meet her family
she paints her eyes as black as night now
she pulls those shades down tight
she gives a smile when the pain comes
the pain gonna make everything alright
chorus:
says she talks to angels
they call her out by her name
oh yeah, she talks to angels
says they call her out by her name
she keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
she wears a cross around her neck
yes the hairs are from a little boy
and the cross from someone she has not met
not yet
(chorus)
she don't know no lovers
none that I've ever seen
and to her that means nothing
but to me it means, means everything
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Black Crowes
She never mentions the word addiction
in certain company
Yes,she'll tell you she's an orphan
after you meet her family
she paints her eyes as black as night now
she pulls those shades down tight
she gives a smile when the pain comes
the pain gonna make everything alright
chorus:
says she talks to angels
they call her out by her name
oh yeah, she talks to angels
says they call her out by her name
she keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
she wears a cross around her neck
yes the hairs are from a little boy
and the cross from someone she has not met
not yet
(chorus)
she don't know no lovers
none that I've ever seen
and to her that means nothing
but to me it means, means everything
_______________________
Saturday, May 15, 2010
I'm Psyched!
I don't really know what that expression means, but I've noticed people say it when they're excited about something. Today, I attempted the impossible, tried on my skinny jeans. I only have one pair as there was only a brief moment in time back in the past that I actually had the courage to fit them in a store and purchase it consequently as I was thrilled then that I could fit into a pair of skinnys.
AND THEY FIT AGAIN! The last I wore them was September last year. Yey, for skinny jeans, the hardwork is beginning to pay off, only after 2 months of dieting, one month of hardcore running, and I haven't even reached the must run the 3k a day goal just yet. I'm thrilled, I'm losing the beer weight I gained over the holidays. I'm feeling strong again.
As Milan Kundera puts it, the kind of weight a woman wants to be pulled down with is the kind that keeps her real. Or something like that. I have to go read that book again.
Really, this is huge for me. I thought it was impossible, my metabolism's gone so slow that it takes three hours of working out a day to hasten it once more. But then again, it has only been two months, what more if I continue this. I might need to buy a smaller size of skinnys (now that seems even more impossible!)
So yeah now I'm headed to the starbucks, I need some stronger caffeine to keep me focused on my work. I've skipped working out today, back's kinda acting up again. Aerobics is like gin, it's painful agony. Staying away from the frapuccinos but might be too weak to resist a sweet pastry. :D
AND THEY FIT AGAIN! The last I wore them was September last year. Yey, for skinny jeans, the hardwork is beginning to pay off, only after 2 months of dieting, one month of hardcore running, and I haven't even reached the must run the 3k a day goal just yet. I'm thrilled, I'm losing the beer weight I gained over the holidays. I'm feeling strong again.
As Milan Kundera puts it, the kind of weight a woman wants to be pulled down with is the kind that keeps her real. Or something like that. I have to go read that book again.
Really, this is huge for me. I thought it was impossible, my metabolism's gone so slow that it takes three hours of working out a day to hasten it once more. But then again, it has only been two months, what more if I continue this. I might need to buy a smaller size of skinnys (now that seems even more impossible!)
So yeah now I'm headed to the starbucks, I need some stronger caffeine to keep me focused on my work. I've skipped working out today, back's kinda acting up again. Aerobics is like gin, it's painful agony. Staying away from the frapuccinos but might be too weak to resist a sweet pastry. :D
Friday, May 14, 2010
Death by Pulikat
I can't eat any more bananas, I'm so done with the potassium loading, hence, death by pulicat. I never imagined I could hurt myself by attending aerobics class. My hips have a mind of its own, like it doesn't want to follow my commands. How does one shake their waist properly? How do you, "kembot" gracefully? All these old ladies and gay guys do it so well, how come I stick out and not shake my hips well?
It's awful really, and quite pathetic.
It's awful really, and quite pathetic.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Pwede bang mag-isip ng konti?
I was laughing until my stomach muscles hurt. Boss was uberfrustrated with the other department for their blatant refusal to use what brain cells they have in order to comply with her requests. When she was telling me her frustration, I started laughing because she was dead serious when she said, "Pwede bang mag-isip ng konti?". Right away I replied, "Konti lang?", and burst out laughing.
I told her, that's such an interesting facebook status, then she started laughing some more.
Expectations setting, that's always where we get robbed by our belief in humanity. Really, one would think that in the workplace, people are expected to do their jobs accordingly, because there's renumeration involved, and people are complying with some ideal that they signed a contract for, but then again, that's the flaw of humanity. Sometimes, the weakness of being human, of falling short of expectations cause a chain reaction that translates to errors or lower quality output that ultimately leads to failure of completing a job.
I told her, that's such an interesting facebook status, then she started laughing some more.
Expectations setting, that's always where we get robbed by our belief in humanity. Really, one would think that in the workplace, people are expected to do their jobs accordingly, because there's renumeration involved, and people are complying with some ideal that they signed a contract for, but then again, that's the flaw of humanity. Sometimes, the weakness of being human, of falling short of expectations cause a chain reaction that translates to errors or lower quality output that ultimately leads to failure of completing a job.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Random Mariah Song in My Ear
Underneath the Stars
Mariah Carey
One summer night
We ran away for a while
Laughing, we hurried beneath the sky
To an obscure place to hide
That no-one could find
And we drifted to another state of mind
And imagined I was yours and you were mine
As we lay upon the grass
There in the dark
Underneath the stars
(Young love)
Underneath the stars
(Young love) ohh baby
Weak in the knees
Wrapped in the warm gentle breeze, and I,
So shy, a bundle of butterflies
Flush with the heat of desire
On a natural high
As we drifted to another place in time
And the feeling was so heady and sublime
As I lost my heart to you
There in the dark
Underneath the stars
(Young love) ohhhhhh
Ohh, Beautiful and bittersweetly
You were fading into me
And I was gently fading into you
But the time went sailing by
Reluctantly we said goodbye
And left our secret place so far behind
And I lay in bed all night
And I was drifting
Drifting
Drifting
Drifting
And I was yours
And you were my own
My own baby
As we lay
As we
Lay underneath the stars
(Young love)
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I pushed the running today until it hurt. Yes, this daily 3k or die regimen is brutal especially for an ethereal procrastinator. I'm quite surprised by my commitment to the regimen actually, considering I'm so lazy. In fact as I was running the treadmill today, I noticed this guy to my left, twice my age, running twice the distance I was covering, with greater speed. I hate it, so there I was pushing my running until it hurt because this old guy can do it, well hell, so can I.
Mariah Carey
One summer night
We ran away for a while
Laughing, we hurried beneath the sky
To an obscure place to hide
That no-one could find
And we drifted to another state of mind
And imagined I was yours and you were mine
As we lay upon the grass
There in the dark
Underneath the stars
(Young love)
Underneath the stars
(Young love) ohh baby
Weak in the knees
Wrapped in the warm gentle breeze, and I,
So shy, a bundle of butterflies
Flush with the heat of desire
On a natural high
As we drifted to another place in time
And the feeling was so heady and sublime
As I lost my heart to you
There in the dark
Underneath the stars
(Young love) ohhhhhh
Ohh, Beautiful and bittersweetly
You were fading into me
And I was gently fading into you
But the time went sailing by
Reluctantly we said goodbye
And left our secret place so far behind
And I lay in bed all night
And I was drifting
Drifting
Drifting
Drifting
And I was yours
And you were my own
My own baby
As we lay
As we
Lay underneath the stars
(Young love)
_________________________________
I pushed the running today until it hurt. Yes, this daily 3k or die regimen is brutal especially for an ethereal procrastinator. I'm quite surprised by my commitment to the regimen actually, considering I'm so lazy. In fact as I was running the treadmill today, I noticed this guy to my left, twice my age, running twice the distance I was covering, with greater speed. I hate it, so there I was pushing my running until it hurt because this old guy can do it, well hell, so can I.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Hope without Action is like Prayer without Belief
It's funny how I torture myself nowadays, I've been training so much that it actually hurts to walk now. I told myself, run even if you don't want to, walk if you feel like you can't run anymore, if needed be, crawl because there's no way you can't do 3k a day. If there was a miracle pill for losing all this weight, I would've already taken three boxes, but there's none, so let the torture ensue. The plan is to make 10k a day easy and breathless. It'll be some time before I reach that, but it can be done. I know it. Or so I think I know it. Or so I pretend I think I know it.
I'm procrastinating work right now because I'm really sleepy. Although the work is downright brainless, I have yet to muster enough strength to concentrate on them numbers. I rode the public commute today so kill me if I'm a little tired. Yey for another 8am deadline.
Voting yesterday, even though it took forever, was like any other time I exercised that right to vote. Voting used to be so ideal to me, like I really thought through my choice, envisioned a better country, etc. etc. I grew up in a family that equated adulthood into two things, driving and voting. If you can do, and choose to do both, then you're an adult. I think it's because I had siblings who suffered and marched the first EDSA. They after all, we're up students, it ran in their blood. It worried my parents so much that they grilled the third generation to value national freedom as adulthood takes over.
Now, I take on a different view, it was the first time I voted strategic, like I didn't so much think about who I wanted in office, rather, I thought who to give my vote to so as not to make the other candidate win.
Through a friend who diligently follows the news, I was able to surmise a fair appraisal of the campaign trail, the personalities and wealth representation of the candidates, the idiosyncrasies of the techniques for winning. My incessant fear of vote buying, blatant cheating and extreme violence were appeased by the efforts of many volunteers and cleaner safekeeping forces such as the pnp and the other men in uniform. Another friend emphasized that the reason we're so paranoid about cheating is because we've gotten so used to it as the social and moral norm that we no longer trust people to have "non-cheating" as status quo. Let me rephrase that, status quo has become: cheating is good, losing is bad. Whereas the true status quo should be, let the results stand for themselves because we trust the system that has put power into place, cheating is not an option.
Is automation regenerating the true morality of this country?
Again, three hours of my life down the drain, just to get a purple-d forefinger. What kept going through my mind was: automation reduces cheating, automation reduces cheating. After the vote, I kept thinking, how will I get this purple ink off my damn forefinger, do I just wait to outgrow the nail, do I get a manicure, do I soak this in some solution until it fades?
Ah, but a purple finger is a purple finger, we're in it for the long haul. I actually find Commissioner Melo entertaining to watch, he's really trying to keep up with the technology that the younger commissioners are so used to. Again, I can imagine a whole crew of incorruptible geeks, mindless of the greed so many are so used to, protecting the technology from the hands of the self-righteous and as a result of which, tirelessly reinstilling a feeling of hope for the Filipino people.
Yes, Ab, I voted for Allan Reyes, I guess, I'm fascinated by the fact that he still used the same picture he used years ago in his campaign posters. And for that he earned my vote, points for persistence! Remember how we can't get over the fact that his campaign song echoed in our ears long after the elections were over.
So sure, I'm beginning to trust the system again, elections have a way of gathering hope, let's just hope that hope translates into some meaty action. Hope without action is like a prayer without belief.
It's like my 10k a day goal, I'm hopeful that I'll reach my goals simply because I started walking a couple of weeks ago and now I'm running again, I hope that I won't have to revert to crawling anytime soon.
I'm procrastinating work right now because I'm really sleepy. Although the work is downright brainless, I have yet to muster enough strength to concentrate on them numbers. I rode the public commute today so kill me if I'm a little tired. Yey for another 8am deadline.
Voting yesterday, even though it took forever, was like any other time I exercised that right to vote. Voting used to be so ideal to me, like I really thought through my choice, envisioned a better country, etc. etc. I grew up in a family that equated adulthood into two things, driving and voting. If you can do, and choose to do both, then you're an adult. I think it's because I had siblings who suffered and marched the first EDSA. They after all, we're up students, it ran in their blood. It worried my parents so much that they grilled the third generation to value national freedom as adulthood takes over.
Now, I take on a different view, it was the first time I voted strategic, like I didn't so much think about who I wanted in office, rather, I thought who to give my vote to so as not to make the other candidate win.
Through a friend who diligently follows the news, I was able to surmise a fair appraisal of the campaign trail, the personalities and wealth representation of the candidates, the idiosyncrasies of the techniques for winning. My incessant fear of vote buying, blatant cheating and extreme violence were appeased by the efforts of many volunteers and cleaner safekeeping forces such as the pnp and the other men in uniform. Another friend emphasized that the reason we're so paranoid about cheating is because we've gotten so used to it as the social and moral norm that we no longer trust people to have "non-cheating" as status quo. Let me rephrase that, status quo has become: cheating is good, losing is bad. Whereas the true status quo should be, let the results stand for themselves because we trust the system that has put power into place, cheating is not an option.
Is automation regenerating the true morality of this country?
Again, three hours of my life down the drain, just to get a purple-d forefinger. What kept going through my mind was: automation reduces cheating, automation reduces cheating. After the vote, I kept thinking, how will I get this purple ink off my damn forefinger, do I just wait to outgrow the nail, do I get a manicure, do I soak this in some solution until it fades?
Ah, but a purple finger is a purple finger, we're in it for the long haul. I actually find Commissioner Melo entertaining to watch, he's really trying to keep up with the technology that the younger commissioners are so used to. Again, I can imagine a whole crew of incorruptible geeks, mindless of the greed so many are so used to, protecting the technology from the hands of the self-righteous and as a result of which, tirelessly reinstilling a feeling of hope for the Filipino people.
Yes, Ab, I voted for Allan Reyes, I guess, I'm fascinated by the fact that he still used the same picture he used years ago in his campaign posters. And for that he earned my vote, points for persistence! Remember how we can't get over the fact that his campaign song echoed in our ears long after the elections were over.
So sure, I'm beginning to trust the system again, elections have a way of gathering hope, let's just hope that hope translates into some meaty action. Hope without action is like a prayer without belief.
It's like my 10k a day goal, I'm hopeful that I'll reach my goals simply because I started walking a couple of weeks ago and now I'm running again, I hope that I won't have to revert to crawling anytime soon.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
I hate car repairs, WITH PASSION
Yep, there goes that money I was saving up for my Canon. AGAIN. I hate car repairs, I hate it with such passion that I am going to wear my seatbelt forever. Learned my lessson ten times over, give me a break, I'm slow. I can't believe it really, that so much of my savings, my hard-earned savings at that, end up paying for damages I caused to my car. After having gained so much, I have lost so much too.
GEESH that sounds so dramatic. So much that I feel like it references to my life.
Na ja, etwas sagt mir, dieses Leben wird besser sein. Vielleicht, ich glaube, Zeit heilt alle Wunden.
Leben muessen uns voerwaerts bewegen.
Facebook status: Chrissie Caoile is impoverished once more by her beat-up Lancer. (of course i can't post it because my sister's going to find out that her old car's being pummeled by her little sister, that of course is me)
Then again, I have grad school to pay for, monthly gym dues, my GLOBE subscription, etc. etc.
GEESH that sounds so dramatic. So much that I feel like it references to my life.
Na ja, etwas sagt mir, dieses Leben wird besser sein. Vielleicht, ich glaube, Zeit heilt alle Wunden.
Leben muessen uns voerwaerts bewegen.
Facebook status: Chrissie Caoile is impoverished once more by her beat-up Lancer. (of course i can't post it because my sister's going to find out that her old car's being pummeled by her little sister, that of course is me)
Then again, I have grad school to pay for, monthly gym dues, my GLOBE subscription, etc. etc.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Dream Coming True En Route
YEY for graduate school! I'm in! Yes, I applied for a master's degree at UP Open University and I got in! I'm so thrilled, I've always wanted to be a UP student even though I went to a good school. The idea of being a UP student was always something I felt I couldn't do, and now, yey, I'm in it. I need a beer to calm me down.
I can't believe it. I'm so happy.
Next phase, here we go!
I can't believe it. I'm so happy.
Next phase, here we go!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
A Little Burt
Glee songs were familiar to me tonight, Burt Bacharach. Alright, I'll admit it, I like them Burt songs, slightly borderline nauseating, ok, sure, but before the Bossa Nova versions of his songs, a girl named Siobhan Petit did renditions of his songs. And she was good, the kind that will lull you to your sleep with her high pitches and deep violin runs. I use this kind of music to help me fall asleep, drift me slowly to sleepyland.
I'll finish this tomorrow, but let it be known that I'm a closet Burt fan.
I'll finish this tomorrow, but let it be known that I'm a closet Burt fan.
Apocalypse
Here in the dark, in these final hours...
I was surprised to find that Boyz 2 Men has a rendition of this song, indeed, I almost cried when I heard it, yes just almost cried. I'm too dehydrated by the heat to even produce tears. What's up with this heat? Just the other week, I asked a bunch of my friends this question, Will we live long enough to face the apocalypse? Siyempre my pregnant friend said, no such thing exists. Everyone else just shrugged off my question and motioned to move on to the next topic. Ok, I asked the wrong bunch of people, these guys are too half-full, not at all half-empty.
But really, is the apocalypse en route?
If you review recent international calamaties: massive floods, volcanos erupting, earthquakes, massive droughts and heat wave, one can deduce that these are doomsday-ish. Theorists of the 2012 Apocalypse may have something up their sleeves if these events continue to occur. If you ask me, I don't really think that the world would collapse overnight unless a gigantic meteorite hits the earth anytime soon. The earth deteriorates slowly, so slow that we can still reverse much damaged caused.
I finished the Discovery channel series, "Colony", last week, it was a ten-episode mini-series, like a condensed Big Brother or Survivor with really geeky people and a really cool house. The doomsday premise for this one is the death of humanity through a disease, biochemical weaponry, like that Will Smith movie. They locked up ten people with varying skills in an abandoned warehosue filled with old cars, hand tools, they had an engineer, a doctor, a carpenter, each person represents a sector of the population. The mechanical engineer looked like Einstein. They proved through this show that it's possible to survive the apocalypse, provided you're stuck in the company of people who can make electricity out of burning wood and you have enough canned goods to last several lifetimes. This show was interesting, but they could've made it more believable if the participants started planting vegetables for their survival. I'm not really convinced that canned goods can actually sustain the post-apocalyptic population.
Speaking of stocking up on canned goods, my mom has a tendency to hoard canned goods prior to the elections. She happaned to have survived the second world war and the Marcos dictatorship, she has seen the worst of Philippine history. Too often has she bored me to my death with stories of surviving on root crops. So yeah, if the apocalypse is near the elections, our house will probably survive the longest.
I was surprised to find that Boyz 2 Men has a rendition of this song, indeed, I almost cried when I heard it, yes just almost cried. I'm too dehydrated by the heat to even produce tears. What's up with this heat? Just the other week, I asked a bunch of my friends this question, Will we live long enough to face the apocalypse? Siyempre my pregnant friend said, no such thing exists. Everyone else just shrugged off my question and motioned to move on to the next topic. Ok, I asked the wrong bunch of people, these guys are too half-full, not at all half-empty.
But really, is the apocalypse en route?
If you review recent international calamaties: massive floods, volcanos erupting, earthquakes, massive droughts and heat wave, one can deduce that these are doomsday-ish. Theorists of the 2012 Apocalypse may have something up their sleeves if these events continue to occur. If you ask me, I don't really think that the world would collapse overnight unless a gigantic meteorite hits the earth anytime soon. The earth deteriorates slowly, so slow that we can still reverse much damaged caused.
I finished the Discovery channel series, "Colony", last week, it was a ten-episode mini-series, like a condensed Big Brother or Survivor with really geeky people and a really cool house. The doomsday premise for this one is the death of humanity through a disease, biochemical weaponry, like that Will Smith movie. They locked up ten people with varying skills in an abandoned warehosue filled with old cars, hand tools, they had an engineer, a doctor, a carpenter, each person represents a sector of the population. The mechanical engineer looked like Einstein. They proved through this show that it's possible to survive the apocalypse, provided you're stuck in the company of people who can make electricity out of burning wood and you have enough canned goods to last several lifetimes. This show was interesting, but they could've made it more believable if the participants started planting vegetables for their survival. I'm not really convinced that canned goods can actually sustain the post-apocalyptic population.
Speaking of stocking up on canned goods, my mom has a tendency to hoard canned goods prior to the elections. She happaned to have survived the second world war and the Marcos dictatorship, she has seen the worst of Philippine history. Too often has she bored me to my death with stories of surviving on root crops. So yeah, if the apocalypse is near the elections, our house will probably survive the longest.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Pagbabalik-tanaw sa Pagmememeron
"Ngunit kung marunong akong umunawa, ito ang sasabihin sa akin ng abot-tanaw: hanggan dito ka lamang makatatanaw; ngunit kapag pinaghirapan mong gumalaw ng kaunti, makikita mo: lampas sa abot-tanaw, may mga matatanaw na hindi mo pa natatanaw."
"Basta't sikap ako ng sikap, at sa sandaling hindi ko alam, natuto ako."
"Taglay ng bawat tao sa kanyang mulat na pagmamalay, ang isang maliit na daigdig: mga alaala, damdamin, pagnanais, hindi pagkalagay, atbp. Itong daigdig na ito ay maituturing na pagsiklab ng pagmemeron ng ako, at pakikipag-ugnayan ng ako at hindi ako. Ang hinahanap ko sa aking walang hintong pagsilang sa maliit na daigdig ng aking mulat na pagmamalay, ay makisama at makipagsagutan, lumikha at magpalikha sa tunay na daigdig; sa walang hanggang abot-tanaw ng meron. Sa aking maliit na daigdig, pinapasok ako ng walang hanggang meron at pumapasok din naman ako sa walang hanggang meron. Ngunit, kung minsan, pumapaltos ako, nababara ang aking maliit na daigdig. Sa halip na maging paraan, nagiging sagabal. Ngayon, kapag naging sagabal ang aking kaisa-isang paraan sa pakikipag-ugnayan sa meron, wala na akong pakikiisa sa meron, sa talagang nangyayari. Hiwala ako sa tunay, nakakulong sa wala."
"Nakikita natin na ang potensyal na ito ay palaging isinisilang sa paulit-ulit na pag-uulit ng naipon nang nakaraan na pag-uunawa at pagnanais at kakayahan; pag-uulit na buhay, hindi pag-uulit lamang sa nagawa na, kundi pag-uulit na lumilikha sa hindi pa nagagawa. Nakikita din natin na sa ganitong pag-uulit, hindi maiiwasan ng mga nakasangkot, na bumaling sila sa kanilang sariling kalooban, sa kanilang mga panloob na karupukan at katibayan. At dito nagiging pagbabalik-loob ang pagbaling sa kalooban."
Meron, RJF
"Basta't sikap ako ng sikap, at sa sandaling hindi ko alam, natuto ako."
"Taglay ng bawat tao sa kanyang mulat na pagmamalay, ang isang maliit na daigdig: mga alaala, damdamin, pagnanais, hindi pagkalagay, atbp. Itong daigdig na ito ay maituturing na pagsiklab ng pagmemeron ng ako, at pakikipag-ugnayan ng ako at hindi ako. Ang hinahanap ko sa aking walang hintong pagsilang sa maliit na daigdig ng aking mulat na pagmamalay, ay makisama at makipagsagutan, lumikha at magpalikha sa tunay na daigdig; sa walang hanggang abot-tanaw ng meron. Sa aking maliit na daigdig, pinapasok ako ng walang hanggang meron at pumapasok din naman ako sa walang hanggang meron. Ngunit, kung minsan, pumapaltos ako, nababara ang aking maliit na daigdig. Sa halip na maging paraan, nagiging sagabal. Ngayon, kapag naging sagabal ang aking kaisa-isang paraan sa pakikipag-ugnayan sa meron, wala na akong pakikiisa sa meron, sa talagang nangyayari. Hiwala ako sa tunay, nakakulong sa wala."
"Nakikita natin na ang potensyal na ito ay palaging isinisilang sa paulit-ulit na pag-uulit ng naipon nang nakaraan na pag-uunawa at pagnanais at kakayahan; pag-uulit na buhay, hindi pag-uulit lamang sa nagawa na, kundi pag-uulit na lumilikha sa hindi pa nagagawa. Nakikita din natin na sa ganitong pag-uulit, hindi maiiwasan ng mga nakasangkot, na bumaling sila sa kanilang sariling kalooban, sa kanilang mga panloob na karupukan at katibayan. At dito nagiging pagbabalik-loob ang pagbaling sa kalooban."
Meron, RJF
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