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You Should Try Car Racing |
You've got an unbelievable need for speed No little fear of crashing will stop your lead foot |
Monday, February 07, 2005
What Extreme Sport Should I Try?
Can arcade count? :D
Go this from Ri's blogspot
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You Have A Type A- Personality |
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A- You are one of the most balanced people around Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you. When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love! You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds |
Friday, February 04, 2005
All Alone Again
I wrote sometimes before how a good friend at work resigned. With her resignation, I was left with only one good friend at work.
The day that I had feared has arrived, she is leaving us. No, not to go abroad with her husband as was her original plan, but she got a good offer from another bank. I'm very happy for her and her choice. I'm envious of course, but my happiness for her overcame that negative emotion.
In my recent one-on-one with my boss, I told her that I feel sad with all the comings and goings of people in our department--especially if the person leaving is a friend. I felt incompetent that all these people are getting their breaks, while I'm left holding an empty bag. She said that I'm still young (yeah, she's my age and she's already an AVP) and I still have plenty of opportunities coming my way. I'll just hold on to the thought that God has a plan for me and it will happen in His time. In the meantime, I just have to continue to be patient.
The day that I had feared has arrived, she is leaving us. No, not to go abroad with her husband as was her original plan, but she got a good offer from another bank. I'm very happy for her and her choice. I'm envious of course, but my happiness for her overcame that negative emotion.
In my recent one-on-one with my boss, I told her that I feel sad with all the comings and goings of people in our department--especially if the person leaving is a friend. I felt incompetent that all these people are getting their breaks, while I'm left holding an empty bag. She said that I'm still young (yeah, she's my age and she's already an AVP) and I still have plenty of opportunities coming my way. I'll just hold on to the thought that God has a plan for me and it will happen in His time. In the meantime, I just have to continue to be patient.
Down and Out
I'm home, sick.
I'm trying to remember the last time I was stuck at home nursing a fever or colds, because that's what I'm trying to baby right now.
Last Tuesday, I had a dry coughs which were bothering me. I saw a doctor last Wednesday and she prescribed some Mucosolvans. I took a tablet and felt worse aftewards so I stopped taking it. I woke up the next day with the same heavy feeling witout the fever and dragged myself to work. I went to the clinic again and I was advised to continue on taking the Mucosolvan and what do you know, the fever started!
So here I am, with a 37-38C fever (last night reaching 38.5C), drinking lots of fluids and popping ascorbic acids and paracetamol tablets.
I still intend to go to school later. I won't mind missing work but missing class is such a pain. I missed accounting class last night and I worried about it the whole time. I don't intend to miss production management make-up class tonight and tomorrow. I'll rest the whole day and leave sometime before 5. It does not help that class is in Taft.
I'm trying to remember the last time I was stuck at home nursing a fever or colds, because that's what I'm trying to baby right now.
Last Tuesday, I had a dry coughs which were bothering me. I saw a doctor last Wednesday and she prescribed some Mucosolvans. I took a tablet and felt worse aftewards so I stopped taking it. I woke up the next day with the same heavy feeling witout the fever and dragged myself to work. I went to the clinic again and I was advised to continue on taking the Mucosolvan and what do you know, the fever started!
So here I am, with a 37-38C fever (last night reaching 38.5C), drinking lots of fluids and popping ascorbic acids and paracetamol tablets.
I still intend to go to school later. I won't mind missing work but missing class is such a pain. I missed accounting class last night and I worried about it the whole time. I don't intend to miss production management make-up class tonight and tomorrow. I'll rest the whole day and leave sometime before 5. It does not help that class is in Taft.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Mangoes
Bought a whole "kaing" of mangoes from an officemate. ("kaing" is equivalent to 20 kilos).
I could not help but buy that much. I'm a sucker for mangoes. I absolutely love mangoes. Smelling the scent of mango brings me such wonderful memories.
MEMORY #1
We had this mango tree at our house in BF. I would remember the times when we would climb the tree bringing with us a peeling knife and some soy sauce and salt. We would stay on the roof and eat our picked green mangoes there. Yum yum!
MEMORY #2
We have this uncle hailing from Marinduque. The first time that the whole clan went there for the Moriones Festival, we raided their indian mango tree. Some of my relatives would eat the mango, fresh from the tree--skin and all.
MEMORY #3
When we were kids, our parents would send us off to Batangas to spend the summer with my grandparents and other cousins. I remember times when we would rent a movie and eat green mangoes while doing so.
I could not help but buy that much. I'm a sucker for mangoes. I absolutely love mangoes. Smelling the scent of mango brings me such wonderful memories.
MEMORY #1
We had this mango tree at our house in BF. I would remember the times when we would climb the tree bringing with us a peeling knife and some soy sauce and salt. We would stay on the roof and eat our picked green mangoes there. Yum yum!
MEMORY #2
We have this uncle hailing from Marinduque. The first time that the whole clan went there for the Moriones Festival, we raided their indian mango tree. Some of my relatives would eat the mango, fresh from the tree--skin and all.
MEMORY #3
When we were kids, our parents would send us off to Batangas to spend the summer with my grandparents and other cousins. I remember times when we would rent a movie and eat green mangoes while doing so.
Old Friends
The world is a small place indeed.
I've been "accidentally" meeting old friends and acquaintances from my yesteryears. For the past 2 months, I've met 3 or so friends, although some meetings have been embarassing.
Acquaintance #1
Leo and I were browsing through the tiangge at Alabang last December. Somebody called his name and it was his old high school batchmate. He introduced me to her and she looked at me and asked, "Sunshine David from St. Scho?" I just looked at her blankly and for the life of me, could not place her face or the name that she gave. It turns out that we were batchmtes in grade school and she transferred to Zobel upon reaching high school.
Acquaintance #2
I received a friendster message from an MBA classmate. She asked me if I were from St Scho and what I was doing in the SSC92 batch friend of friendster? It turns out that we're also from the same high school batch albeit we never became classmates. Funny since we're seatmates and we've been talking for quite some time already yet we never placed each other's faces.
Acquaintance #3
Also courtesy of friendster. An old college friend "friendstered" me and we started chatting in YM. It turns out that we also became batchmates in gradeschool/highschool and we even became classmates in college! Small small world!
Unfortunately, there's no way for me to verify the faces of these people since my gradeschool yearbook has gone missing and my highschool yearbook is with a friend (which I hope he would return soon...[[parinig]]).
I guess these incidents show that my grade school and high school years were not that memorable, or they were traumatic for me.
I've been "accidentally" meeting old friends and acquaintances from my yesteryears. For the past 2 months, I've met 3 or so friends, although some meetings have been embarassing.
Acquaintance #1
Leo and I were browsing through the tiangge at Alabang last December. Somebody called his name and it was his old high school batchmate. He introduced me to her and she looked at me and asked, "Sunshine David from St. Scho?" I just looked at her blankly and for the life of me, could not place her face or the name that she gave. It turns out that we were batchmtes in grade school and she transferred to Zobel upon reaching high school.
Acquaintance #2
I received a friendster message from an MBA classmate. She asked me if I were from St Scho and what I was doing in the SSC92 batch friend of friendster? It turns out that we're also from the same high school batch albeit we never became classmates. Funny since we're seatmates and we've been talking for quite some time already yet we never placed each other's faces.
Acquaintance #3
Also courtesy of friendster. An old college friend "friendstered" me and we started chatting in YM. It turns out that we also became batchmates in gradeschool/highschool and we even became classmates in college! Small small world!
Unfortunately, there's no way for me to verify the faces of these people since my gradeschool yearbook has gone missing and my highschool yearbook is with a friend (which I hope he would return soon...[[parinig]]).
I guess these incidents show that my grade school and high school years were not that memorable, or they were traumatic for me.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
The Deepness of Love
Love will never cease to befuddle or amaze me.
It's really riding a rollercoaster. One minute you're high up in the air, flying with the birds and dancing with sunshine, and the next minute, you hit rock bottom where you dwell with the worms of insecurity and unworthiness and the bugs of jealousy. You spend hours in that pit, trying hard to dig or claw your way out.
We all want to be the best for that someone we love and we are sometimes guilty of punishing ourselves harshly if we fail to meet expectations. We sometimes forget that love has no expectations and the expectations that we actually failed to meet our actually ours--not from the one who matters, and when we punish ourselves, we also punish the one we love.
Love is about sharing and reaching for each other. We had this early misconception that love is this wonderful feeling where we literally have hearts in our eyes and nothing can ever go wrong. It's the sharing part that makes it so difficult. People are inherently selfish. But there's nothing wrong with that. We have to learn to love ourselves first before we can learn to love others. Wnfortunately, we have this tendency to love ourselves more--putting our needs and wants above that of other people. It's definitely not what my 15 years of catholic education taught me. It's always a struggle to give and give until it hurts, or until the hurting stops. But it will stop, because that's when it blossoms to love.
Love is not all roses and rainbows, or sweetness and sunshine. Love is also despair and longing or disappointment and frustration. We all go through all of those things. That's how love grows. That's how love survives. We just have to remember, that when we feel ourselves despairing and longing, or being disappointed or frustrated, that there are still roses, rainbows, sweetness and lots of sunshine.
It's really riding a rollercoaster. One minute you're high up in the air, flying with the birds and dancing with sunshine, and the next minute, you hit rock bottom where you dwell with the worms of insecurity and unworthiness and the bugs of jealousy. You spend hours in that pit, trying hard to dig or claw your way out.
We all want to be the best for that someone we love and we are sometimes guilty of punishing ourselves harshly if we fail to meet expectations. We sometimes forget that love has no expectations and the expectations that we actually failed to meet our actually ours--not from the one who matters, and when we punish ourselves, we also punish the one we love.
Love is about sharing and reaching for each other. We had this early misconception that love is this wonderful feeling where we literally have hearts in our eyes and nothing can ever go wrong. It's the sharing part that makes it so difficult. People are inherently selfish. But there's nothing wrong with that. We have to learn to love ourselves first before we can learn to love others. Wnfortunately, we have this tendency to love ourselves more--putting our needs and wants above that of other people. It's definitely not what my 15 years of catholic education taught me. It's always a struggle to give and give until it hurts, or until the hurting stops. But it will stop, because that's when it blossoms to love.
Love is not all roses and rainbows, or sweetness and sunshine. Love is also despair and longing or disappointment and frustration. We all go through all of those things. That's how love grows. That's how love survives. We just have to remember, that when we feel ourselves despairing and longing, or being disappointed or frustrated, that there are still roses, rainbows, sweetness and lots of sunshine.
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