Monday, December 5, 2005

Realizations from Cebu

It's just an hour's plane ride away. My morning office trip from Las Pinas to Ortigas is often far longer that that. But Cebu... Cebu... Cebu is not Manila. And it can make you think about a lot of things.

Over a lunch of the yummiest lechon I've tasted so far, Stella and I remembered the line "Dance like no one's watching." so we immediately googled this phrase and came upon this text.

*sigh*

That's all for now...


We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another.

Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are.

After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.

We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire.

The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now.

If not now... when?

Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.

One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D. Souza:

"For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way.

So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time ... and remember that time waits for no one ...

So stop waiting until you finish school...
until you go back to school...
until you lose ten pounds...
until you gain ten pounds...
until you have kids...
until your kids leave the house...
until you start work...
until you retire...
until you get married...
until you get divorced...
until Friday night...
until Sunday morning...
until you get a new car or home...
until your car or home is paid off...
until spring, until summer...
until fall...
until winter...
until you are off welfare...
until the first or fifteenth...
until your song comes on...
until you've had a drink...
until you've sobered up...
until you die...
until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy ...

Happiness is a journey ... not a destination.

Thought for the day:

"Work like you don't need money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
And dance like no one's watching."

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Straight From Karlslunde, Part 3

I wasn't going to let the module pass by without posting on my blog straight from strange, strange Karlslunde. For the third time I am united with my fellow psycho MISE's from all over the world for two weeks of indescribable experiences.

The module is actually coming to a close now. I arrived here last 15th of October and today, 13 days, 3 exams, 10 days of 10-hour classes later, I'm getting ready to leave. As always, leaving is bittersweet.

But then again, I miss home. I really, really do.

And sadly, home would have to wait another week...

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Something Venti from Starbucks

I sincerely believe that the gravity of one's problems is reflected on the size of one's Starbucks cup during those problematic times.

I just bought a Rhumba Frapuccino. Venti.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Perecletus once said...

It is in change that we find purpose.


'Nuff said. For now.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

From Mariel's Blog

Was on sick leave today. Just wanted to post something, didn't matter whether or not it had sense... Taken from Mariel's blog.

EIGHT random things about me...
1. I work in Ortigas.
2. I'm always affected, never apathetic.
3. I love going home to my bed after a looong, tiring day.
4. I'm a sucker for love.
5. I wish I had unlimited call and text credit on my phone. If only Sun's service didn't suck so much, it would have been perfect for me.
6. I still dream of being in another industry, of another job.
7. Writing remains my passion. I want to die a writer.
8. I like Nina.

SEVEN ways to win my heart...
1. Be thoughtful.
2. Surprise me.
3. Smell heavenly.
4. Get to know me.
5. Always, ALWAYS text back.
6. Let me know and feel that you're thinking of me.
7. Love me. For real.

SIX things that make me mad...
1. Stupid drivers.
2. Whiny people who are in fact part of the problem.
3. Unwillingness to learn.
4. Looking down on others, for whatever reason.
5. Stealing side mirrors.
6. People who invade my privacy (specially my room).

FIVE things I believe in...
1. the power of my Creator
2. love
3. myself
4. free will
5. the good in people

FOUR things I want to do before I die...
1. Buy a BMW.
2. Publish a book.
3. Build my dream house.
4. Find the person I'd want to grow old with.

THREE things I'm afraid of...
1. Failure
2. Losing my loved ones
3. To die unhappy and unfulfilled.

TWO things I need to do right now...
1. Pack my gym bag.
2. Eat.

ONE person I want to see right now...
1. Abstain.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Badtrip, Love Nanaman

Okay, I'm doing my friend a favor by posting this. Apparently someone reads my blog and my friend wants this piece to be read by that person. So dunsa taong pinariringgan ng kaibigan ko... C'mon, take a hint, wag na magpaka-manhid. Hehe.

Grabe, I smell love in the air... di pa naman Valentines. Hehe. Osya, on to the artik! :D

Badtrip, Love Nanaman



Minsan bwiset talaga ang magmahal.


Akala mo ang sarap sabihin na “I’m in love!!!” pero pucha… Pagdating na sa puntong gusto mo nang sipain ang sarili mo dahil sa mga bagay na nararamdaman mo out of being “in love,” naiisip mo kung ano ba talaga ‘tong love na ito… mas ok ba na wala siya o nandiyan sa buhay mo?


Eto ka nanaman, in love nanaman… Sabi mo wag muna, pero hindi naman napipigilan yun diba? Pag magkasama kayo feeling mo ayaw mo nang matapos ang araw, naaamoy mo palang yung pabango niya palingun-lingon ka na, tipo bang gustong gusto mo nang gumising sa umaga kasi makikita mo na siya…


Pag pupunta ka sa Mini Stop, iisipin mo kung anong flavor ba ng c2 ang bibilin mo para sa kanya (pero siyempre hindi na tinatanong yun dahil alam mo kung ano ang favorite niya), o kung anong chips kaya ang trip niyang i-merienda (pero siyempre alam mo na rin kung ano ‘to diba).


Para kang tanga, hinihintay mo yung text niya kasi ayaw mong ikaw nanaman ang mauna, tapos pag hindi nagtext nededepress ka… hanggang sa hindi mo na matiis at sige na nga, compose ng message na maikli lang (tipong hi! o musta?) at send kagad para di na magbago ang isip mo. Quick and painless ika nga. Tapos pag sumagot na siya, masaya ka na ulit… Suddenly nakabawi ka na from your depression. Tignan mo. Para ngang tanga.


Sabi nga nila, these are classic signs of being smitten. But being in love is something else… May mga bagay na kapag naramdaman mo, feeling mo sure ka na na mahal mo na nga talaga siya.


Siyempre, unang una na ang selos. Ayaw mong may kasama siyang iba. Kailangan alam mo lahat ng lakad niya. Tapos yung ibang mga pinopormahan (kung guy) o mga manliligaw (kung girl), pati mga matagal nang ibinaon na ex eh nilalait mo na. Minsan gagawin mo to sa harap niya, tipo bang pahapyaw na “Ako na lang kasi!” pero pagtalikod niya, dun na dumadating yung sobrang lakas na selos. Yung pag kasama mo nalang ang mga kaibigan mo. Kasi sa level ng usapan niyo ng tropa mo, kung nakakamatay ang panlalait eh double dead na itong mga pinopormahan, manliligaw at ex ng prospect mo.


Pero higit sa lahat, you’re starting to care more than you should… Your friends all say na hindi na tama, sobra na yan, hindi naman kayo, exagge na ang effort mo pero sa totoo lang, feeling mo kulang pa nga yun e, it doesn’t even begin to prove kung gaano mo siya ka-gusto at kung hangga’t saan ka handang magsakripisyo para sa kanya… Kalokohan diba, pero totoo… Kasi nga, alam mong mahal mo na nga.


Hanggang sa maiinis ka na, kasi ayan ka nanaman, sobra ka nanamang affected eh hindi naman kayo. HINDI NAMAN KAYO! Kahit ilang beses na paulit-ulit, walang epekto sayo… In denial ka parin… E pano naman kasi, imposible din naman na sa mga ipinapakita niya e wala siyang nararamdaman para sayo. Hawakan daw ba ang kamay mo habang nagdadrive ka? O yumapos sayo habang pumipili ng bibilhin sa Jollibee? E yung bigyan ka niya ng term of endearment (na siyempre labis mong ikinakilig)?


At ang nakakainis pa dun, hindi mo rin naman siya matanong… Hindi naman dahil sa saksakan ka ng torpe – isa lang sa mga rason yun – pero ang mas mabigat na dahilan e yung hindi ka sigurado at hindi ka handa sa isasagot niya. Pag sinabi niyang oo, gusto ka rin niya, shit sobrang saya nun diba?! E pano pag sinabi niyang hinde noh, friends lang talaga tayo… Diba sobrang sakit nun? Gugustuhin mo nag hukayin ang sarili mong libingan. Kaya ka nagdadalawang-isip… kasi alam mo na mas ok na hindi ka sigurado kung gusto ka rin niya, kaysa sa sigurado kang hindi ka niya gusto, diba? Mas ok na rin na pinapakilig at pinapaasa ka niya sa mga kilos niya, at least kahit papano may mga “moments” na masaya kayo pareho… kahit lokohan lang.


Sa totoo lang, sinasabi ko lang din naman ito… Ganyang ganyan din ang pinagdadaanan ko, naiinis napapagood nabubuwiset nababaliw na rin ako sa pagmamahal. But at the end of the day, during those last few moments before falling asleep at naiisip ko nanaman siya at kung paano na nahulog ang loob ko sa kanya, natatanggap ko na rin na wala naman talaga akong magagawa… na mahal ko na siya, and it’s totally unconditional... na mahal ko na siya, and I am helpless… na mahal ko na siya, and I want the whole wide world to know… na mahal ko na siya, and that’s all that matters…


Sa mga panahong tinatanong ko sa sarili ko kung ano ba talaga tong love na ito… kung mas ok ba na wala siya o nandiyan sa buhay ko… hindi ko talaga nasasagot… Naiisip ko kasi na the answer to that question doesn’t really matter. Pag in love ka, in love ka – it’s not a choice; it just happens and that’s the most beautiful part of loving. It’s succumbing to the feeling and not minding anything else. Dahil sa totoo lang, pag alam mo na mahal mo na nga siya… wala nang ibang bagay ang makabuluhan pa. Diba.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Jumbled Thoughts Better Left Untitled

Has it really been 3 months? I checked the date of my last post and it was the third of April. Has it really been that long?

I'm surprised because not being able to update my blog means I have been too busy. Have I been that busy since April? Whew. I still find it weird.

There are some things on my mind. Random thoughts here and there, from nowhere. Walalang.

1. Bakit kaya lahat ng tao may Galera or Boracay o basta kahit anong beach pic sa friendster?
2. Ako wala.
3. Naiinis ako kasi I'm rebuilding my MP3 playlist. Nabura kasi nung nireformat yung computer ko. Sayang kasi napakarami na nun. I don't mind downloading, it's just that andami dung old school na favorite ko pero di ko na maalala. Bwiset.
4. Sana yung mga taong gusto mong magtext sayo, alam nila na hinihintay mo yung message nila no. Lalang.
5. Starting tomorrow, sa Ortigas na ko magtatrabaho. Six months yun.
6. Meron nanaman akong assignment sa Maritime Law. Sa Wednesday ang deadline.
7. Do I ever cross your mind anytime?
8. I should get to sleep.

Sunday, April 3, 2005

Vince O. Teves

Before some of you panic at the above unrecognizable name, no, he's not my boyfriend. :)

Someone left a comment on an earlier post where I mentioned that I wanted the Vince's Life compilation. Turns out, he/she edited the manuscript for the book. And as if that's not enough, he/she actually knows the real Vince O. Teves. Isn't that cool??? :)

I used to be part of Seventeen Philippines' first Teen Advisory Board (TAB) and I remember asking then Ed-in-Chief Maya (in fact, I think I asked this question even before other TAB-realted stuff, haha) if there was a real Vince, and if so, will I ever get to meet him??? She broke into a big smile and confirmed that Vince was indeed a living, breathing guy, but he really does prefer to be anonymous... that perhaps he might be walking around the office, or I might even be chatting with him and not know that he's the Vince Teves that thousands of Seventeen readers know and swoon over (considering this expressiveness and sensitivity). Once, they even teased Fran (then Managing Editor) about it.

Till then, that's the closest I've come to knowing the monthly Seventeen columnist. Until the anonymous comment came along. :)

It's funny how you feel you know someone from the one-page synopsis he writes about life with Andrea (the object of his affection with whom the monthly narrative usually revolves). And how you think thayt when you meet him, you'll just casually chat him up about Connie, Spider and yes, his Andrea. But when you consider it... these are all personal stuff that you can't easily share with a stranger no matter how he/she has read every single serving of Vince's Life.

So even though I still think that Vince is such a cool guy -- primarily because he expresses himself well, a talent not present in most men -- I guess it's also good that he remains, to a certain extent, a figment of our imaginations.

But then again, yes... it really wouldn't hurt to know such a cool guy. :)

P.S. To the one who left the anonymous comment, here's my answer :)
As much as the piece was very appropriate for me at the time, I did not write it. :) A friend forwarded it to me and I did not know to whom I should give the credit. :)

Anyway, yes, I have the compilation already! I think I bought it the day after that post. :) You edited the manuscript and you know Vince?? That's way cool. :)

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Senti Trip

I don;t know why but I'm feeling sentimental today. And about what? About being young.

I know many people would beg to disagree that 21 is not old at all. I think, chronologically it's not, but the fact that your age today, right this very moment is the the oldest you've been, you will always feel "old" in some level and always wish you were younger...

I especially miss high school. And I've had this feeling since high school graduation, which is (counting) exactly five years and three days ago. Whew! That's a pretty long time back. But the fact of the matter is, high school will always be, well, unbeatable in my long list of sentimental subjects.

What I miss most about high school:
1. My school bus. The fact that no matter what you do, you can be sure that you'll get to school and back home, safely.
2. My uniform -- not having to worry about what to wear the next day, just how to fold your socks. Haha.
3. The classrooms, a place to leave your stuff where it won't get lost. Well, 90% of the time at least. But also a place where you an do a lot of stuff other than having classes; you can eat, sleep, drink, be merry, play cards, play charades, play the guitar... and well, some other censored stuff. Haha.
4. The gym, the CAI lab, the canteen, the library, the IMC, the GS viewing room, the PL office, the teacher's lounge, the office of the HS secretary, the permanently unswinging swings. Ahhhh memories.
5. Cheering competitions -- by batch, not by color.
6. Songfest, Jazztri, Concerts, BAPPSA, otherwise known as events where you can show 'em what you're made of.
7. Sabayang Pagbigkas / Choral Recitation -- it would take a separate entry if I expound on this one. Our passion, our pride. We can only pray it remains that way.
8. Class numbers, class officers, bulletin boards.
9. Club Time, otherwise known as the time we can spend buying drinks or gossiping on the way the PL office... until the "Piso-per-minute" rule came along (Ailil, remember this?!?! Haha!)
10. Intrams, St. Paul's Day -- otherwise known as the only valid reason not to have classes during Sr. Mila's regime.

More to come next entry...

Flashback

I saw an email I sent to my friend from the module. It brought back memories of how it felt like to just be AWAY for two weeks.

Below text edited for privacy and profanity. Haha.

Oddly enough, I am just coming from a very very bad hangover. Last night we had a "drinking party" where everyone was supposed to bring a drink from their own countries. It was so wild. Although I was not able to bring anything from the Philippines, the others brought so much! Anyway, I bought some drinks from the nearby supermarket just so I have something with me. Shempre ako naman si tikim ng lahat ng inumin diba (of course I tried all of it)! Somebody brought this Chinese wine that was supposed to be 52% alcohol (I tried it) and there was also this Brazilian (?) drink called Sangria that was, I dunno how may percent alcohol (I tried it) and there was also this Danish drink that I dunno how many percent alcohol as well (of course i tried it too), and then I finished off the 6 bottles of Whities I brought, so I had roughly 80++% alcohol with me. Hahahahahaha.

I went home around 2:30am, I don't even remember how I made it coz everything was spinning. I woke up this morning to find myself in the same clothes I had on last night. Then I stood up and sobrang hilo ako (I was so dizzy). I was coughing and the worst thing is that I was almost throwing up everytime I coughed. I had a class that starts 8am. I was such a nightmare......... I tried to force myself to feel better during class but it was just sooooo hard. That's really the crazy life right there.


Damn, was I wasted! But then, I always keep in mind that I'm allowed to be like this only in DK. (That's a promise!)

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Coming Home

I know this is too late for a coming home entry, because I have been back on Philippine soil for two weeks already. Met new people, learned new things, rode a new airline, founded new friendships. It was a good two weeks spent in snowy Denmark, if I must say.

I finally came around to seeing the little mermaid (and how little she is!) -- you'd almost pass by her if you didn't look close enough. We also built a snowman and had a snowfight on a particularly snowy day. We also had 12-hour classes, some were fun and the others... are not worth mentioning. We spent a lot of time "networking," though -- indoors, outdoors, at the basement, during sports, on the bus, while ice skating, in the rooms, even during laundry!

All in all it was a very productive Module, and I am definitely looking forward to the next one (although the real test is in Module 3 -- we'll be having the exams). And by the way, Maersk is looking for members of MISE Batch of 2005, so wherever you are in the world, if you're interested, or if you want to learn more about the program, you can log on to the MISE Webpage.

So that concludes my "photo essay" of Module 2. For more pictures, visit this.

Oh and one more thing...

It's good to be back home! :)

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Straight from Karlslunde, Part 2

And once again I bring this post to you from the land of butter cookies and the Little Mermaid sculpture, the home of A.P. Møller-Mærsk Group - Denmark.

It was a pretty bumpy 13-hour flight (technically, it's 24 hours because I left at 8pm Friday and got here 8pm Saturday Philippine time) and I could not fall asleep comfortably on my plane seat. Truth be told, I think I enjoyed my Thai Airways flight during the first module than this Lufthansa flight. And it doesn't help that this was almost usd300 more expensive.

Anyway, onto more sensible things. Today is my third day in Denmark and I'm absolutely dying of the cold. The Asians were not built to last in this weather, specailly the Filipinos. This place is cold enough to be one giant freezer. And yes, there is snow.

I probably should mention that it was an emotional moment when I first saw the snow. (Yes, pathetic but emotional just the same!) I'm sure it's because seeing snow used to be just a childhood dream for me... so it's quite an experience to actually see it covering everything on your path, the powdery ice landing on my coat, and the cold wind that blows that causes me to not feel my face anymore. Haha. They should put a sign on the airport though: Not for people from warm countries.

So till here for the moment. Will upload pictures soon. :) So everyone, don't miss me too much (coz you know I really am missing you, I miss the Philippines badly.) Text me guys!

Friday, February 18, 2005

Leaving On a Jet Plane... Today

It has been a frantic couple of weeks, trying to meet the last few deadlines of MISE requirements and up until last night, I had been trying to clear everything, including the work that I would be leaving to some of my teammates while I am gone.

The time has again come for me to travel the grueling 13 hours to Copenhagen and spend the next couple of weeks with 100+ strangers, trying to learn more about the AP Moller-Maersk group, the shipping industry but above all about each other.

Today I am leaving with mixed emotions. It saddens me that I have not had the time to be excited about this trip... There have been lots of things going on in my head... But I guess it's better not to think about them first and look forward to this trip that presents itself with lots of challenges but also lots of fun as well (I hope).

I will be flying out tonight... Please do let me know that you're thinking of me by texting me or sending me an e-mail... Just so I won't be cold and lonely in the Denmark winter.

Be good while I'm gone, ok? :)

Incidentally... I will be in Denmark on the 24th of February. But it still doesn't change the fact that it's been five beautiful years. Go figure. :)

Wednesday, February 2, 2005

Work vs. Vocation

Long read, but pretty much sums it all up.

*sigh*



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I often hear people say, "I have to find myself." What they really mean is, I have to make myself." Life is an endless creative experience, and we are making ourselves every moment by every decision we make.



That is why the work you choose for yourself is so crucial to your sense of value and well-being. No matter how much you might believe that your work is nothing more than what you do to make money, your work makes you who you are, because it is where you put your time.



I remember several years ago when I was intent upon building my reputation as a sculptor. I took a job driving a cab, because, as I told people, "I want some job that I will never confuse with a profession." Yet within six months, I was talking like a cab driver, thinking like a cab driver, looking at the world through the eyes of a cab driver. My anecdotes came from my job, as did my observations about life. I became embroiled in the personalities and politics of the company for which I worked and developed the habits and rhythms of life that went along with my all-night driving shift. On the days when I did not drive and instead worked on my sculpture, I still carried the consciousness of a cab driver with me.



Whether I liked it or not, I was a cab driver.



This happens to anyone who takes a job. Even if you hate a job and keep a distance from it, you are defining yourself in opposition to the job by resisting it. By giving the job your time, you are giving it your consciousness. And it will, in turn, fill your life with the reality that it presents.



Many people ignore this fact. They choose a profession because it seems exciting, or because they can make a lot of money, or because it has some prestige in their minds. They commit themselves to their work, but slowly find themselves feeling restless and empty. The time they have to spend on their work begins to hang heavy on their hands, and soon they feel constricted and trapped. They join the legions of humanity who Thoreau said lead lives of quiet desperation - unfulfilled, unhappy and uncertain of what to do. Yet the lure of financial security and the fear of the unknown keep them from acting to change their lives, and their best energies are spend creating justifications for staying where they are or inventing activities outside of work that they hope will provide them with a sense of meaning. But these efforts can never be totally successful.



We are what we do, and the more we do it, the more we become it. The only way out is to change our lives or to change our expectations for our lives. And if we lower our expectations we are killing our dreams, and a man without dreams is already half dead. So you need to choose your work carefully. You need to look beyond the external measurements of prestige and money and glamour to see what you will be doing on a day-to-day, hour-to-hour, minute-to-minute basis to see if that is how you want to spend your time. Time may not be the way you measure the value of your work, but it is the way you experience it.



What you need to do is think of work as vocation.



This word may seem stilted in its tone, but it has wisdom within it. It comes from the Latin word for calling, which comes from the word for voice. In those meanings it touches on what work really should be. It should be something that calls to you as something you want to do, and it should be something that gives voice to who you are and what you want to say to the world. So a true vocation calls to you to perform it and it allows your life to speak. This is very different from work, which is just an exchange of labor for money. It is even very different from a profession, which is an area of expertise you have been sanctioned to represent.



A vocation is something you feel compelled to do, or at least something that fills you with a sense of meaning. It is something you choose because of what it allows you to say with your life, not because of the money it pays you or the way it will make you appear to others. It is, above all else, something that lets you love.



When you find a vocation, embrace it with your whole heart. Few people are so lucky. They begin their search for work with an eye to the wrong prize, so when they win, they win something of little value. They gain money or prestige, but they lose their hearts. Eventually their days become nothing more than a commodity that they exchange for money, and they begin to shrivel and die.



I often think of a man I met on the streets of Cleveland. He was an assembly-line worker in an automobile plant. He said his work was so hateful that he could barely stand to get up in the morning. I asked him why he didn't quit. "I've only got thirteen more years to go to retirement," he answered. And he meant it. His life had so gotten away from him that he was willing to accept a thirteen-year death sentence for his spirit rather than give up the security it earned.



When I spoke with him I was about twenty. I was young and free; I didn't understand what he was saying at all. It seemed incomprehensible to me that a man could have become so defeated by life that he was willing to let his life die as he held it in his hands.



Now I understand too well. Lured by what had seemed like big money at the time, he had chosen a job that didn't offer him any inner satisfaction. He lived a good life, rolling from paycheck to paycheck and getting the car or the boat that he had always dreamed of having. Year by year he advanced, because businesses reward perseverance.



His salary went up, his options for other types of employment went down, and he settled into a routine that financed his life. He married, bought a house, had children, and grew into middle age. The job that had seemed like freedom when he was young became a deadening routine.



Year by year he began to hate it. It choked him, but he had no means of escape. He needed its money to live; no job he might change to would pay him as much as he was currently making. His fear for the health and security of his family kept him from breaking free into a world where all things were possible but no things were paid for, and so he gave in.



"I've only got thirteen more years to retirement" was a prisoner's way of counting the days until the job would release him and pay him for his freedom.



Most people's lives are a variation on that theme. So few take the time when they are young to explore the real meaning of the jobs they are taking or to consider the real implications of the occupations to which they are committing their lives. Some have no choice. Without money, without training, with the pressures of life building around them, they choose the best alternative that offers itself. But many others just fail to see clearly.



They chase false dreams, and fall into traps they could have avoided if they had listened more closely to their hearts when choosing their life's work.



But even if you listen closely to your heart, making the right choice is difficult. You can't really know what it is you want to do by thinking about it. You have to do it and see how it fits. You have to let the work take you over until it becomes you and you become it; then you have to decide whether to embrace it or abandon it. And few have the courage to abandon something that defines their security and prosperity.



Yet there is no reason why a person cannot have two, three or more careers in the course of a life. There is no reason why a person can't abandon a job that does not fit anymore and strike out into the unknown for something that lies closer to the heart. There is risk, there is loss, and there likely will be privation. If you have allowed your job to define your sense of self-worth, there may even be a crisis of identity. But no amount of security is worth the suffering of a life lived chained to a routine that has killed all your dreams.



You must never forget that to those who hire you, your labor is a commodity. You are paid because you provide a service that is useful. If the service you provide is no longer needed, it doesn't matter how honorable, how diligent, how committed you have been in your work. If what you can contribute is no longer needed, you are no longer needed and you will be let go. Even if you've committed your life to the job, you are, at heart, a part of the commercial exchange, and you are valuable only so long as you are a significant contributor to that commercial exchange. It is nothing personal; it's just the nature of economic transaction.



So it does not pay to tie yourself to a job that kills your love of life. The job will abandon you if it has to. You can abandon the job if you have to. The man I met in Cleveland may have been laid off the year before he was due to retire. He may have lost his pension because of a legal detail he never knew existed. He may have died on the assembly line while waiting to put a bolt in a fender.



I once had a professor who dreamed of being a concert pianist. Fearing the possibility of failure, he went into academics where the work was secure and the money was predictable. One day, when I was talking to him about my unhappiness in my graduate studies, he walked over and sat down at his piano. He played a beautiful glisando and then, abruptly, stopped. "Do what is in your heart," he said. "I really only wanted to be a concert pianist. Now I spend every day wondering how good I might have been."



Don't let this be your epitaph at the end of your working life. Find out what it is that burns in your heart and do it. Choose a vocation, not a job, and you will be at peace. Take a job instead of finding a vocation, and eventually you will find yourself saying, "I've only got thirteen more years to retirement," or "I spend every day wondering how good I might have been."



We all owe ourselves better than that.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

No Subject.

Blogging from the office. Slow day today, and I'm thankful. I had chicken for lunch, which I was unable to finish. I am craving for gallons and gallons of iced tea, and I don’t know why.



(Think: What to write, what to write…)



Random Thoughts Yet Again:



-I'm in a singing mood right now.

-I want the Vince's Life compilation.

-I love love love Mario's "You Should Let Me Love You." I SWEAR.

-Counting down the days til Feb 18th.

-I'm going to the UP Job Fair tomorrow!!! It would perhaps be in the exact same place where this Maersk adventure all started. I submitted my resume for this MISE Program in Maersk because I had extra copies of it left… one year after, tadaaa! I am here. Who would have thought… :)

-I'm having a good hair day today. :)

Monday, January 17, 2005

Bruce Almighty and Some Sunday Night Reflections

Blogging from the office... *sigh*



Caught Bruce Almighty on Star Movies last night. What started as a reluctant movie-viewing session (never did like Jim Carrey much) turned out to be a pleasantly productive one. I liked the movie because it had a good lesson behind it. And it got me thinking. About how we people tend to be selfish, specially when we pray. How there truly is meaning behind every unanswered request. But most of all, it reminded me that God really listens, even to the seemingly little, insignificant prayers that we have. He listens specially when we are hurting, confused or lost. And that's always a welcome reminder.



All right, I'm going home now...

Sunday, January 9, 2005

Random Thoughts; 9-Jan-2005

- If I wanted to study law, I would have gone to law school (this, of course, is pertaining to my maritime law assignment due on Wednesday).



- I really am the bratty princess of cramming.



- My phone's new casing, pastel pink, is probably a tad too girly for me.



- My new favorite singer is Kyla.



- I need a massage. The weekend did not do much for my stress.



- Wish I could make a new layout. :(

A Kid Once More: Reflections on Christmas

I once told my best friend that Christmas was my favorite holiday. Despite the fact that many people think that it’s just for kids, I beg to disagree. I could list a million things I love about this season, especially when one spends it here in the Philippines (speaking of which, I firmly believe we should be crowned as the Christmas capital of the world – but that’s another story).



Maybe it’s the thousand twinkling lights, or the irresistible smell of puto bungbong and bibingka cooking over charcoal, or maybe it’s the cool, crisp breeze that blows while you make your way to the village church in time for simbang gabi. Maybe it’s the mystery of the wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree and the joy we get from rattling it endlessly, trying to guess what’s inside. It could also be all the free food we get to eat during Christmas parties, reunions or noche buena. To me it’s a thousand different things, all special, all contributing to my love of this time of the year.



However, most important of all these is the fact that I get to enjoy this time of year with my family. I can lose the stuff that holidays are made of – trees, lights, gifts, food – and yet I know that it will still feel like Christmas as long as my family is complete.



Christmas is surely about my father’s hearty laughter as he plays old-time carols and reminisces about the past with us, his children.



It’s about my mom busily pacing all around the house attending to everything, oblivious to the world until a few minutes before midnight, when she would gather the family around our noche buena and say a thanksgiving prayer.



It’s about waiting for my brother to come home from last-minute errands so we can all dress up and head to the church for the Christmas Eve mass.



It’s about my little sister Tata counting and re-counting her gifts until she loses track, and then counting them again to make sure she has the number correct… until finally she falls asleep like an angel on the couch, growing tired of waiting for the opening of gifts.



But most of all, it’s about watching all these things unfold, year after year – and realizing that not many things about my Christmases have changed. It’s about me getting the chance to be a kid again.



In this day and age when I am almost two decades old, it surprises me how I have already gone tired of living like an adult. Despite the freedom that comes with growing older, I long for the carefree days of my childhood – when my decisions did not have huge consequences, when my choices were not at all life-changing. But I know time can never be stopped nor regained. It just goes on and on, day after day, year after year, and we grow older and older…



Perhaps this is also one of the reasons why I love Christmas. It allows me to be that kid again. It is an excuse to act all giddy and hopeful and worry-free and unburdened by the things around you. It gives us time to forget poverty or low standards of living and be unconditionally happy, to focus on all the good things in life – like family, friends, and the mere fact that you are alive.



When I look back and think how other people say that Christmas is just for kids, I sometimes think that maybe they are right. Because Christmas remains the one time when people all turn into kids – when the bad things don’t really matter as long as you’ve got family… when it’s really all just about getting lost in the childhood magic that, whether we like it or not, Christmas truly brings.