Brainfarting to Tide Though the 2PM Lull

I've been struggling with 2 particular tasks since the new year came in. These 2 are big tasks, the kind that will determine the performance of my division for this year, and both are overwhelming the shxt out of me. Both involve tedious planning and thinking and creativity. I've had both tasks in my weekly work plan since the first one I submitted for 2010 -- and it still is there up until this week. Clincher? Very  LITTLE progress. Dito applicable talaga yung, "Anung petsa na?!"

I think it's the ADD talking. I feel seriously overwhelmed at the gravity of the task. Just thinking about it is enough to to drown me in the enormity of it. I know I have to break it down to smaller activities to finally get through with it. But you know how when you keep  evading something it just gets all the more difficult and it takes so much more from you to be able to do it? Argh. It's frustrating really. And I know unless I get through with it there will forever be this dark cloud over my head hovering like crazy. I think the longer I put off doing it, the more difficult I perceive it.

I really want to get it over and done with. Not just for the sake of finishing it but also because I can't give certain answers for my other work things because both are prerequisites to accomplishing the others. STRESS.

Now off with the whining. Let's get some work done.

P.S. On other things, it's 3 days past the last day of regular registration and we still aren't listed for the Superbods run. I called the Secretariat and they said only 21K slots are available for now. Noooo! I will try our luck at Second Wind later. Cross your fingers for me. I got all worked up for this run i cannot NOT run :( 

I really wish we didn't put this off. This is what we get. Dear heavens, pull some strings for us, i really, badly want this. Please?

Passive-Agrressive Signing In

I think I have pretty good reason to be alarmed. I've been so cranky lately I give off that quiet hostile air even without being provoked. That dormant passive-aggressiva (diva) is coming out.

I have (so much) less tolerance for people I dislike. I tune out of conversations faster than the person talking getting the gist of the story. I roll my eyes (at least in my head) A LOT. I pass judgment like that stereotypical judgmental religious old lady in church. And if I don't feel like talking to you (and by 'you' I mean any person who isn't interesting enough, and the bar's pretty high up) I won't even look at you to dignify your existence.

It's gotten so bad that it is becoming a way of life. The list of people moving from my 'indifferent list' to my 'dislike list' is growing. I am worried I have lost genuine interest in other people, not that I was poster kid for 'other-centeredness' but you know, I've seen better days. I feel like the turning out to this kind of person whose only concern is to prove that I am right. Ugh.

Poor chicken!

I think about this every time I eat my chicken with eggs. Poor Momma chicken must feel so bad for her babies!

This really cracked me up :p

Enjoy more tasty Maneggs at maneggs.com

P.S. Dear God, I mean no disrespect. We humans try to make sense of you with our little tiny brains. Sometimes, stupid ideas come to us :p

Shoe Daydreams

Went online shoe window shopping/snooping (wow, thatsa lotta qualifiers!) yesterday and this I would think is how the end of a rainbow looks like! New Steve Madden shoes/sandals/boots to drool over. Sigh.

 

I saw these three really pretty walking sandals perfect for casual Friday movie nights, or girls' dinner, or random day at the mall. Classy and comfy and snazzy with just the right amount of oomph without being over the top. How do you not want these?

Special mention goes out to this colorful and tribal-looking sandal-bootie with all the right color beads! It's like Steve Madden grabbed one of my shoe daydreams and molded it into an actual leather slipper! This is why I love shoes. Hay.

 After many a frequent trip online to search for that perfect slouchy flat boot, Steve Madden hits the jackpot again. Just like in my head. Now how to get my hands on these.  Flat and round-toed and just the right color. These are the kinds of boots that you can wear out and not get weird looks.

I really wished it rained cash so I have all the liberty I want to buy all these pretty things and maybe throw in some irrationally-colored shoes. Ay yayay.

Kid's running!

Today I enlist with Mahal for a slot in the Century Superbods 5K run on the the 21st. Nope I wasn't taunted to join, yes I get giddy thinking about running for a marathon, and yes THIZZIZIT! :)

I've always wanted to be athletic. Even as a kid, one of my secret dreams is to be part of any sports varsity. There was the karate phase, the tae kwondo phase, the swimming phase, the tennis phase, the basketball phase (which was majorly imagined), a badminton phase, among many other sports dreams. But yeah, none of them really panned out.

And then roughly over a year ago, the gym happened. All of  a sudden, I had this new outlet for all this raw (and directionally-challenged ) athleticism in me. The past year spent in the gym really did me good. The losing weight part is still a struggle, but in terms of endurance and strength training I would have to say the gym is paying off well. Even I get surprised at the improvement of my endurance. Beaming with pride FIVE!

 And in total fairness, I am happy to say that my enthusiasm for gym-ming hasn't wavered even after the first year hurdle. For the most part, the gym was about Body Combat which I think somehow fed my secret karate and tae kwondo dreams :p It doesn't hurt that I made new friends along the way which cemented the gym as one of my 'happy places' :)

Now I am looking for more and this is why running is the next step. I think this is me looking at my limits and testing how far I have gone. It's good not only for my body but also for my well-being. I am happy to have something to channel my energies to that not only serves as a diversion from work but also a new goal to look forward to.

I am now on my fourth week of training for the Superbods run and it's been really fun. It makes proud to see how I have gone from running out of breath from running barely a fourth of the UP acad oval to running it 2 rounds non-stop. Small victories <3

I'll see from here where all the running takes me. If my 3-marathon target this year comes through, who knows, I might actually get to run my full marathon in a bit. And what the heck, Iron Man!

This is me going through my Before-30 Bucket List and smiling at myself for being able to tick my to-do's one by one :)

Happiness is where you find it :)

Small moments of magic like this are precious :)

Photocredit: PostSecret

From One Weirdo to Another

I kind of always knew I was different. I have my own little world where wit is top priority, SMS are fully spelled out, and the difference between 'your' & 'you're' and 'there' & 'their' are sacred. That among all the other things only I (and maybe a handful of other people who I happen to have not met yet) find amusing.

My rhythm has always been different. In hindsight, even back in grade school, I'd always been different. Sometimes it felt like the world held this Life Orientation that everyone turned up for that I was not told about. So I walk around feeling like this kid from a parallel universe, quietly looking if there are any in my circles who are part of my people.

It wasn't like I was ashamed of it or anything. I was secretly fascinated about being different. And then I met Tet and all of a sudden there was this person I can share 'being different' with. It was fun while it lasted, but he moved so the looking went on again.

Imagine my surprise when in one fascinating conversation, a new friend told me that she thinks I ~was born in the wrong country. Her words not mine, which made it all the more interesting. I've kept this parallel universe theory to myself  and it was a nice surprise to know someone else gets gets it :)

My favorite part of that Wednesday conversation has got to be this:

Me: I'm getting a little disturbed, I am talking to myself a lot lately.

Blanche: Don't worry, you're good. I role play in the bathroom!

Couch Potato Picks

A huge chunk of my life is spent watching television. As a kid, I remember getting headaches from being in front of the tube for unbelievable amounts of time. Being an only child with little interest in spending idle time outdoors, the TV was an indispensable appliance for me. 

My TV love affair started with Baywatch. I remember as a 7-year old, Friday nights were all about Mitch and his son and his awesome crew of scantily clad women and boys with rock-hard abs. Then there was Saved by the Bell with Zach and Slater and Jesse and Lisa Turtle. Then came Alex Mack the wonder kid doused with GC 161. Gad, was I crazy in love with that show! I must say kids my age are pretty lucky with awesome shows back in grade school.

And then I discovered the joys of witty dialogues and smart plots courtesy of downloaded TV! My life's never been better :p I am writing this entry to pay homage to the shows that make me love TV like anything. Here's a rundown of the shows that I love with a passion.

How I Met Your Mother

How I Met Your Mother is the first show I gave dedicated hard drive space to. I started watching in late 06 when Rach introduced Ted and the gang to P and me. It was love at first watch! I remember getting 10 episodes from Rach and greedily watching all in one night. Once I slept at 2 in the morning to finish all the eps I got from Rach, choosing HIMYM over studying for a quiz in sales class. Suffice if to say, not only was I groggy the rest of the following day, I also flunked the quiz. BUT I had this stupid grin the whole day from remembering Barney's catch phrases. Good times!

HIMYM is especially close to my heart because it tided me through a lot of bad times. I would have bad days, bad weeks, and bad months when all I look would forward to was catching the latest episode. Yeah, my life got really lame sometime in my very recent history. At some point, in some twisted way I was living vicariously through Ted, Marshall, Lily, Robin, and Barney.

I loved the show so much I know I have seen all episodes from seasons 1 to 4 AT LEAST twice. The clincher being me laughing with as much gusto on the punch lines on the second, third, and fourth watch! Like seriously. AND AND, I have crazy-memorized the episodes. Give me a random HIMYM moment and I will name that episode! Try me!

Now HIMYM is on season 5 and it's not as badass as the first 2 seasons. It's seriously been downhill since season 4 and it's sad. But with the history I share with this show, my love is the kind where I think I'd still keep watching even it gets really crappy. Now that's love! :p

Modern Family

Modern Fam is one of the new shows I'm getting seriously into. I read about plugs for the show in the launch of Fall Season TV last year. Plot looked promising but the mock-cumentary set up kinda got me off. It looked boring. UNTIL my first episode.

This show is off the hook! Crazy-funny and I must say, never a so-so episode since ep1! It's the kind of comedy that banks on the queasy and the awkward it's-funny-cos-it's-not-happening-to-me kinda way. The characters are adorable and the set up is genius. I never thought I'd laugh this hard watching TV alone in my room. Now THIS is awesome TV.

Cougar Town
Cougar Town I watched because Courtney Cox was there. I never thought I'd like it this much. I even remember putting up a Facebook status saying after 2 eps I kinda wanna give the show up. I was watching just because of Courtney and the show wasn't bringing in the laughs.





It was a good thing a stuck it out. Now more than funny, I find it endearing. I love the show the way I loved Lipstick Jungle, you know how you get all too tangled up with the characters' lives and the friendships in the show warm your heart and make you smile. I love Jules (Courtney Cox) and how she's all that but she's unsure and unassuming. I seriously want my own Ellie person. Sarcasm really is my thing and the witty exhanges between Jules and Ellie have hands down really got me hooked.

30Rock
30Rock is one of my newest shows. It started all the way back in 2007 and I only started watching last week. I'm on Season 1 and hey, I am 4 seasons delayed! :p But the show's crazy good I'm good with all the eye bags that comes with all the puyat from catching up.

 I've always wanted to watch this show. Well for one, everyone's been raving about how the show's really good and witty and funny. Plus, it has a number of Emmy's and Globes' for its three-season run. The show was a sleeper-hit much like HIMYM and I think the kid in me with esteem issues tends to go for underdogs with potential (Oh, life issue right there! Hahaha!)

 

Blanche gave me the full first season and a warning that it will take time/ a few episodes before I get into the show's groove. 2 eps and I was getting pressured cos I wasn't laughing. I was like, how come everyone says it's SUPER good and what, I'm NOT getting it? And then episode 3 and the pseudo-lesbian date and the jab on a single 30-something's life, and I'm hooked. I'll say it again, Liz Lemon, you're my new betch! <3

The characters are also all well-rounded and well-developed they feel like real, actual people. They're all funny in their own way and quirky and weird in the right kinda way. I totally want my own "Pete." Pete is Liz' male co-worker who grooves at her level but they share no sexual tension. Like a gay best friend but straight. This show is the shiz.

Today I get Season 2 from Blanche! <3

Hullo again, writing

As always, I have an unbelievable backlog of "blog entries" inside my head. And by blog entries, I mean random brain farts that I have to have in writing so they are safely cemented as memories.

The thing with me is that in times when my life presents pretty interesting things to blog about, my writing shuts down. I am too happy to write. I am too mopey to write. I am too busy to write, or at least I think I am. But yeah, maybe for the most part, I take this blog a little too seriously for my own good. I don't you know, 'drunk write.' Not that I get drunk, or write in the hypothetical drunkenness. Think drunk-dialing, only this time writing. And um, non-drunk. Okay, I am abandoning that train of thought.

Leaving the metaphors aside, it's like unless I have something (I think) is 'bloggable' or something I can write (poser) sophisticated thoughts on, I don't write. Which defeats the whole purpose of this thing, which is pretty much random, informal, and spontaneous.

So yeah, this is me breaking the ice between me and writing. It's been a whole month. Hullo writing self, welcome back to the virtual playground of computerized brain fart :)