Thursday, January 26, 2012

Paperless Reading

I am the absolute impulsive buyer- when it comes to nerdy things associated with my favorite activity: READING. What an exciting life I have, right? Thumb things, silly (often never used) bookmarks, electronic dictionaries, even a bookmark dictionary, plus a rechargeable booklight- I own all those. The moment I see reading accessories in Fully Booked, I get magnetized. The few times I was able to let go of an item, I lost sleep and returned to the bookstore the very next day.

Despite this seemingly uncontrollable nerdy spending, there is one reading gadget I know I will never purchase. Okay, NEVER is such a final term. But I’m sure I wouldn’t crave having one in the near future.

Electronic Readers

There was a brief phase I seriously contemplated on getting one. But while I was surfing the net for reviews on Kindle and Nook, I found myself typing the URL of my favorite porn site: Bookshelf Porn, that is. It brought me back to my ultimate dream of having my very own library. Few clicks into the site and I was off to daydream about my future batcave. And the plan of buying a Kindle was thrown out the window, too.

Last week, though, I made a step into paperless reading, since I’m aware this is more nature-friendly and I have to de-clutter my room somehow. There is a compromise I am willing to make, in spite of my 'owning a library' dream. And it is this:

On-line magazine subscription!

Reader's Digest for my very first purchase.

I am enjoying reading using my tablet and not having to worry where to keep the physical copy after. Less of that finished and half-way done copies piled in my bookshelf and more space for new books. Hurray! I am so looking forward to my next subscriptions. A Tavel Magazine, perhaps? Or The Economist, so I'll feel like a legit professional? Hmmm.


I accept monetary donations in the form itunes cards. Thank you. :)

(What) Long Weekend (?)

I once told my boyfriend that if I ever have to make a thesis again, I'll do a study on why people stay in our firm. With overflowing reasons to leave, why do people, err, WE opt to stay and put up with all of it.

No samples, no approved survey question, without any statistical basis, I would bet my bottom peso that this would top the list:


We spent the entire long weekend… how else?.. working! Trying our very best to beat an impossible deadline. Spending those grueling hours seemed more than bearable, fun, even, because of these people. In between temple run breaks, endless exchanges of witty remarks and long dinner breaks, we managed to keep each other sane, while producing quality outputs, of course.

The last couple of years spent with these people feel more like an extension of College than a first job: nurturing new friendships, lack of sleep, living off an allowance (thanks to our poor man’s salary) and doing crazy things without any worries.

Adults who know better will always warn you to never, ever accept a job just because of the salary. I am sure as hell not guilty of that.

Working for money is so overrated. Try working for friends.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Love and Margarita

When I started taking up my Masters degree late last year I expected a mountain of additional work. I expected crazy schedules, shorter Friday nights and sleep deprivation. New friends? Not exactly part of the list. We are a class full of professionals with our own already busy weekday lives. I intended to make my way in and out of the classrooms as swiftly as possible. Ninja moves!

But then, this BusComm group happened.

Tuesday night dinner at Kitchen, Greenbelt 3

We are a bunch of fun-loving, crazy, sarcastic people. The picture above was taken during our first outside-of-school group meeting initiated by a “Let’s have UBE, groupmates!” text invitation. UBE stands for “ultimate bonding experience”, which was very fitting since we spent more hours sharing snippets of our personal lives than the actual finals presentation planning. The controversial topic for the night was, of course, love. We all willingly shared whatever's on top of our brains until it got too late we had to cut our bonding short.

Since we were all stressed out that night, we ended our UBE with a round of drinks.

A first for me

Our professor told us that the people we meet in her class will be the friends we will keep throughout the program. If she happens to be right, honestly, I wouldn't mind.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

My New Year Wish by Neil Gaiman

A decade ago, I wrote:

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

And almost half a decade ago I said,

...I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

And for this year, my wish for each of us is small and very simple.

And it's this.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever

Neil Gaiman says it all.
This year I'm taking my cue from this genius.

2011 in Post-its

Most people have vision boards. I have a cluttered office wall full of post-its. HAD. I accumulated more than 20 inspiring notes throughout the past year. Each one symbolizes a certain phase of 2011. I figured it would be fulfilling to look back using these colorful pieces of paper.

Here are the ones worth sharing:

I specifically remember writing this one to remind me to take my MBA entrance exam. Initially, my plan was to do it in June but other things came up, had to miss a term and finally took the exam late August.


Whenever I feel like the world is crumbling down, I read this to remind me that it isn't the end of the world. It cant'be be, when tomorrow is already happening in another side of the world.

JOB HUNTING, to be exact. Ha!

Just one of those late night realizations.

This reminds be to always thank God for all the wonderful blessings.

I love Ramon Bautista. His tweets are automatic re-tweets. I even have a page in my planner dedicated to his wise words. The one I wrote above he tweeted at the exact moment I needed to read it.


So, so TRUE.

A couple more encouraging post-its that get me through crappy work days.

A milestone in 2011. I started my Masters degree, finally. That is my school's logo with my College (i.e. DLSU's) and current ID numbers. I still get kilig when I look at those.

In honor of Steve Jobs

Makes me rethink every decision.

Words I will never forget. :)

Don't judge. A girl needs her dose of touchy-feely reminders.

This last one hits the bull's eye. Perfect words, perfect timing.

On my last work day for 2011, I decided to take all the post-its down. My office wall looks so neat now! But also plain and boring. That is, until the first post-it for this year comes along.

Post-its will be safely tucked in my 2011 planner

New year, new post-its.

New inspirations.

Happy 2012! :))

Holiday Madness


Feeling only child

This Santa NEVER fails!

... and a HAPPY NEW YEAR, indeed! :))

From my crazy family to yours!

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