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Exploring my options

It’s now a week in to 2012, and I have yet to take time to really think about what I want to do in the immediate future. I now have the most free time I’ve ever had in years since I left school, and I have enough finances to keep me afloat for a month or two. I don’t really have any responsibilities: no work to get up for, not much bills to pay (aside from the electric and DSL bill, I’m practically debt free) and no pressure to take care of anyone but myself. It’s quite refreshing, actually — even though for the first few days I was really bored.

I have decided to truly take a break and enjoy this time that I have. I’ve signed up for Japanese classes in UP, and I am also contemplating on applying for an internship with a photography group (need a bit more confidence on that one hehe).

Still, I’ve thought about a few things I could do to earn some money while enjoying “bumhood”. Here are a few ideas that I’ve been playing around with:

  • Barista – There’s something about working in a coffee shop that piques my interest (even though said coffee shop will mostly likely be a brand chain one). While I’m not a coffee drinker connoisseur, I am fascinated by the process that coffee goes through for us to enjoy a cup.
  • Creative writer – Maybe this time I could finally finish a story and sell it. Then again, I have a feeling I’ll be enduring more pain with this than trying to be a barista.
  • Sell my artwork – Not that I have much now, but probably do something commission based?
  • Make stuff. A few days back I broached the idea of making clay stuff for Geevie’s accessory business. Another idea was to make miniature rooms and furniture for dolls.
  • Continue on my freelance work as an article writer (most feasible).

As for activities, I’ve got two trips already lined up (Coron and Tacloban), with two out-of-the-country trips being planned. Two concerts here (Hanson and Jason Mraz, though the latter has no set date yet) — and whatever other stuff I want to do.

Aside from that, my goal is to start living a healthier life: eat better, move more and make wiser choices when it comes to what I put/use on my body. Lofty goals? I think not. Expressing myself creatively more this year is also one of the things that I will fulfill this year. I feel like I’m starting all over again with art/drawing, but it feels like a good thing.

So, 2012. Let’s do this!

Trenta

Today, I turned 30.

I haven’t gotten any epiphanies, nor do I feel any more adult than I did yesterday. I still have the same worries, the same things, the same everything. Yeah, there’s not much difference… yet. Or maybe ever. *ramble*

But one thing’s for sure: I am blessed. And I am grateful. Here’s to a new decade of numbers. Or, as I told my best friend, it’s just experience points. We’re only as old as we believe ourselves to be. 🙂

Mid-day musings

It’s lunch time, although I had my meal a little earlier. I had to go to the bank to get my ATM card, so I thought I’d take an early lunch break. At 11, I was already out of the office and walking the rather long walk to the bank.

I truly didn’t mind the walk. I like it, and consider it as my exercise. It’s not really much of an effort, really, given that the terrain is flat. I do terribly mind the heat, and wish I had some sunblock.

Eastwood is an interesting place to work in. It’s quite unlike Ayala, where you could contain yourself in your building and be happy. Plus, given that Ayala is a major road, you do get people who are not normally working in the area. Eastwood, however, is like a cul-de-sac. It’s a place one has to specifically go into from the very busy E. Rodriguez avenue. That’s not to say that it’s a difficult place to get to. On the contrary, there’s a lot of ways to get here.

The difference is, Eastwood is contained, compared to Ayala, or even Ortigas (although there’s a bit more similarity with the latter than the former). When inside Eastwood, you feel like you’re in a community where it wouldn’t be hard to know everybody. Already I’m seeing familiar people during my daily walk, and the most fun part of it all is, I even see people I used to work with.

It is, as I said, interesting. And there are plenty more places I haven’t see to explore.

I am happy to have found complete online collection of Sherlock Holmes stories. I’ve been meaning to get a copy of the book but until my finances are flush, I’ll make do with this. My payday is still two weeks away, so I am living on a very strictly budgeted life.

I’m quite sleepy now. The Mountain Dew didn’t have an effect on me, it seems.

UP… and down :p

I have a confession to make. I watched “UP” twice, and both times, I cried.

Not that it was a sad movie (I am warning you now if you hate spoilers… STOP READING!). It was actually very enjoyable and great for a lot of laughs. However, there was a part — and a pretty significant one at that — where you couldn’t help but tear up as the story goes along.

“UP” isn’t just about the adventures of Carl Fredrickson and Russell. It is also the story of a boy who met a girl, loved her, lived a wonderful life with her, and even though maybe it wasn’t exactly what they had dreamed of, they were very happy. It is a story of how the boy lost the girl many years later, and how he decided it was time to fulfill her dream, as he had nothing left to lose.

“UP” is a love story. It’s funny and it’s light, but it will touch a chord in you that will make you reach for the tissues as it goes along. It will also make your realize that even though our bodies may be limited, it’s still possible to have an adventure. And in the words of Russell, “It’s the boring things that I remember the most.”

Be sure to watch “UP” ok? Cross your heart.

P.S. So that’s where babies really come from LOL

P.P.S. I’d like to share this entry by my gradeschool/high school classmate Karl: “12 Things I learned from Pixar’s UP“. Half humor, all truths. Here as well is the colour script of UP from Lou Romano. Enjoy!

Beautiful words

I received an email from my aunt today. Since she’s not the type to forward anything, I opened it and was surprised to see a PowerPoint presentation. It had pictures of various places in Paris, and the text was a letter by writer Gabriel García Márquez.

I was surprised at first because I wrongly interpreted that the writer has passed away. Reading it again, I realized that it was indeed a letter of farewell, but only because Señor Márquez was retiring from public life due to his decreasing health. Señor Márquez has lymphatic cancer.

The words are beautiful, and hold truths that we all know but possibly rarely do. This may be an old file, but I thought I’d share it still.

If for an instant God forgot that I am just a puppet, and He gave me one more piece of life, I would take advantage of that time, the best I could.

I would probably not say everything I think, but definitely think all I say

I would value things not for what they are worth, but for what they represent.

I would sleep less and dream more. For every minute we clsoe our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would continue where others have stopped and I would rise when others sleep.

If God allowed me one more piece of life, I would dress simpler, would wallow in the sunlight, leaving uncovered, not only my body but also my soul.

I would prove to men how wrong they are to think that they stop falling in love as they get older, since they actually start getting older as soon as they stop falling in love.

I would give wings to the children, but I would leave that child alone so that he could learn how to fly on his own.

To the old, I would show then how death comes not with the ageing process but with forgetting.

So many things I have learned from you… I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain, forgetting that is how we climb is all that matters.

I have learned that when a newborn grabs his father’s thumb, he takes a hold on him forever.

I have learned that a man has the right to look down on somebody, only when he is helping him to get up.

So many things I have learned from all of you. Always tell, what you feel and do what you think.

If I knew that today it would be the last time that I will see you, I will embrace you strongly to be the guardian of your soul.

If I would know that these would be the last minutes that I will see you, I would say to you “I love you” and wouldn’t assume that you would know it.

There is always morning where life gives us another opportunity to make things good.

Keep always close to you, your dear ones, and tell them how much you need them and love and take care of them. Take time to say, “I am sorry,” “Forgive me,” “Please,” “Thank you,” and all the nice and lovely words you know.

Nobody would remember you if you keep your thoughts a secret. Force yourself to express them. Show your friends and dear ones how much you care about them.

If you don’t do it, tomorrow will be the same as today. And it will not matter either… Now is the time to send it.

For you with much love and care. I hope and wish that you like it.

Gabriel García Márquez

And no regrets

I’m sure that almost every person in this world has uttered the words “If only” at least once in their lifetime. Possibly during moments when things aren’t going as smoothly as they had hoped or planned; when life seems to be against them in all aspects. Uttering “If only…” somehow gives us the feeling that had we made a different choice (because for sure, there was a choice somehow in that point of time that we lament), things would be better.

Or would they?

The “If only” and “What if’s” of life.

Sometimes, I play that game. I take a look at where I am now, go back to a point in my life where I made a choice and ask myself, “What if I took the other road?” Definitely, I wouldn’t be where I am. I would probably be somewhere else doing something different. I imagine that perhaps now I’ll be off traveling the world, or writing a novel, or maybe married with kids. I let my imagination run to how life would be and how far from what it is now would it be.

I return to reality not with a thud but with a graceful landing. Despite these occasional musings, I feel no regrets in choosing the paths that I did. For one, there is no guarantee that the life I imagined would be real had a chosen the other path. For another, I wouldn’t have the experiences that I did when I picked this path. Lastly, I know for certain I wouldn’t even have half of the people I know now as friends had I gone the other route. I am happy.

Who’s to say that I can’t have what I dream of anyway? There’s plenty of time for world travel, plenty of opportunity for great adventures and writing that great novel. The family too, will come in time.

So enjoy your life. Don’t live in regret that you didn’t choose the other option. Make the most of what you have and where you are and if you don’t like it, well, you can always find a way to change it.

A letter of thanks

A few months ago, my classmate Kat (yep, same nick as mine) and I were talking about the nearly lost art of traditional letter writing. Nowadays, just about the only thing you get via snail mail are bills, notices and things that don’t really make you happy.

In the last three years, I probably have received about less than ten mail (discounting bills): a couple of postcards that I asked for from friends who went abroad, notices for packages I need to pick up at the post office and a letter or two (from Google Adsense that isn’t worth anything now since my account’s closed off; my SSS ID after 145 years of waiting; my Civil Service exam permit… heck nothing interesting at all).

I used to have penpals from the United States via Animerica magazine, and we’d write to each other on a nearly weekly basis. During vacation, I’d write letters to my roommate, my best friend or my former boyfriend, sometimes to this guy I had a crush on. The boys didn’t really write back much, maybe one letter for every five I sent. Still, it was nice to get something from the mail.

Anyway, we decided it would be nice to send each other something via good old fashioned mail. So we (Kat, myself and some other of our classmates from college) exchanged addresses and vowed to send each other something ASAP.

I have yet to do something about this, but recently, Kat posted a meme on her LJ that I decided to do as well.

She hit two birds with one stone here: making something and writing me a letter. Nice! It was also interesting to see her handwriting. I feel that I don’t know how the handwriting of most people I know (at least the ones I met after college anyway) looks like.

I wouldn’t actually call today a bad day, but I was feeling a bit sad earlier on due to some realizations about life and relationships. I felt a bit better when Den reminded me that today was our anniversary (we, along with our friends Allan and Ching celebrate our friendship every 25th of February) and that we’ve been friends for nine years now. I had dinner with my brother, had some ice cream and watched Time Warp, went online and talked to my friends, and I thought, life’s good. Why was I moping earlier?

Then Kat’s letter came and it just made my day.

So I realized that today is a good day after all, and I’m thankful. 🙂

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Thanks

Today, I resolve not to complain. Or at least, not as much as I normally do.

It's kind of a normal thing to go about my day with something to whine about: work, the people, the slow internet connection, lack of finances, lack of time… without fail (as proved when checking out my chat logs with Drew), there's always something within the day that would elicit a complain from me.

Years ago, I decided to do a weekly post highlighting things that I am thankful about. However, I stopped during the second month or so, until I forgot about it entirely. Remembering that now makes me feel bad because it feels like I haven't been thankful enough for all the blessings I've received daily.

And daily they are. How many of us wake up with the thought that it's going to be another day at work, when in fact we could say "Thank you that I have another day in this life of mine"? How many of us curse the traffic or our fellow commuters when we go work, instead of saying "Thank you that I have a job to go to, that I earn to feed myself, my family and even have some left for a bit of indulgence?"

Even if at the end of the day, we could all say "Thanks" for everything.

My cousin Miel took my thank you posts one step ahead: she created a blog where everyday, she posted everything she was thankful about. Simply titled "Salamat," not only does it show what she did for the day, it shows how even the things we usually consider as normal or our due is something to be thankful about.

I probably won't be able to do it on a daily basis like she does, but I resolve to be more thankful for every day that comes. I know that often it's hard not to just gripe, or to forget about the bad things happening, but I'm not saying that you should. More like, don't let the bad stuff overshadow the things that we shouldn't take for granted, things that can easily be taken from us.

I hope that by checking out Miel's blog, it would inspire you to rethink about things. When you think your life sucks, take a step back and you'll see that there is still something good there.

What are you thankful about?