Thursday, December 12, 2013

INTUITION

What is the opposite of Intuition?
Intuition is: "Knowing something without consciously knowing all the evidence."
Denial is: "Choosing not to know when all the evidence is right there in front of you. Denial is something all human beings do by believing this incident will be the last." ~Gavin De Becker

Friday, October 25, 2013

Change...transmogrification...

Life and Style... transmogrification!

The advancement in technology has changed our lives, our styles, and our lifestyles, especially in the way we work and the way we communicate with our colleagues, classmates, families, and friends.

The World is not Round!


A disappointment to Christopher Columbus or to Ferdinand Magellan because today, the world is no longer round, It's electronic! Connected by microchips and the Cloud. One does not have to leave his/her chair at home to go to work, go to the library, or shop. It's all on the screen using the fingers to navigate.


Thus losing the value of personal touch because one will just have to click a button to like, poke, or post a greeting on the "wall".


Though you may be miles away, still you get the chance to talk face-to-face using the technology!


Amazing? For a child born in the 70's and earlier, YES! These "amazing" gadgets are only seen in James Bond movies!


Pardon, so what's a tablet? Err... Bluetooth what?


Nowadays, it's easier to reach a lot of people - using: mobile phones, tablets... go to Skype, Facebook, Messenger, Wee Chat, what have we!

So shouldn't communication be accessible to everyone? Yet, we still miss out on connecting with others...to reach out... ðŸ˜ž 

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Me

...an inconspicuous figure easily overlooked. 
I don't consider myself a writer or blogger, more like an aspiring wordsmith or poet 🤔. 
I might not possess prodigious intelligence, but perhaps I've been fortunate – a simple and unassuming individual moving steadily through life's journey. 
Just plain and simple... me.

Weird Facts About Me!

1. My wardrobe seems to consist of a single hue – black. Yet, despite the apparent simplicity, I find myself grappling with the daily decision of which black dress to don. 
2. The color that resonates most with me is a bold and vibrant red.
3. A peculiar touch I enjoy in my coffee routine is adding 2 tablespoons of vodka for that extra kick.
4. Despite lacking the skill of swimming, I've found solace and excitement in the world of ocean kayaking, my favorite water sport.
5. The fear of crowds, masses, or people – known as demophobia – has taken its place in the roster of my anxieties.
6. Among my fears, agoraphobia stands out. It encapsulates the dread of being in situations where a panic attack might manifest, potentially in the presence of others, with the added challenge of escaping swiftly.
7. When it comes to setting the volume, I have an affinity for odd numbers – a quirk of mine that manifests at levels like 5, 7, 9, 11, and even 25.

... and the tales of my idiosyncrasies continue to unfold! — to be continued

Sunday, July 7, 2013

“My Father..."

My first Ferris wheel adventure unfolded when I was a mere four years old, and who stood steadfast by my side during that exhilarating journey? None other than my father. His presence marked that thrilling moment and set the tone for the countless times he'd shown up in my life.

My father defied conventional roles, treating me not as a stereotypical baby girl of the family but as a fellow explorer of the world. He patiently coached me through riding a bike, mastering a scooter's mechanics, and steering a car's path. Yet, his mentorship extended far beyond the realm of vehicles.

Under his patient guidance, I learned to pluck melodies from a ukulele's strings and coax harmonious sounds from a harmonica. My eclectic taste in music found its roots in his philosophy, one that embraced diverse fields of knowledge and encouraged learning with genuine passion.


Numbers once conjured a formidable dread within me, and that sentiment persists. Mathematics was a puzzle I grappled with, yet my father, in a twist of fate, urged me toward an engineering path. A perplexing contradiction, it seemed – the man I esteemed above all, pushing me toward a field that seemed inimical to my strengths. Could anything be more paradoxical?

“The purpose of education is to learn and grow. Transform your weakness into a source of power. Embrace your numeric apprehension as an opportunity to learn,” he advised, his words knitting bewilderment into my expression.

He gazed at me with a mixture of amusement and impatience, his eyebrows dancing a lively rhythm, and began, "Make your weakness your…" Before he could finish, I interjected, "your strength."

And so, I embarked on a journey to confront life head-on, relegating fear to a mere specter trailing behind me. 

With each passing academic year, I hurdled obstacles like an exchange student in an unfamiliar land. A daunting path it was, rife with transient challenges. I navigated through an environment where women in engineering were a rarity, a rose among thorns. 
However, my resilience led to four consecutive years on the Dean's list, a testament to my perseverance in a domain historically dominated by men.

Then came the day of the Board exam, a day painted in anxiety. A lone math question awaited, Derive the formula for the area of a Circle! Can you guess the outcome? I emerged triumphant, passing the Electrical Engineers Board exam – a feat that mightily confounds my relationship with mathematics. 

My accomplishment became a source of pride, a laurel atop my unique journey.

The lesson resounds: Take the leap. And though aquatic fears bound me, they did not deter my passion for kayaking, my cherished water sport. "After all, life vests exist for a reason," he reassured.

"Numbers daunt you? Be pragmatic, wield a calculator!"

My father, an unyielding wellspring of guidance, has bequeathed wisdom aplenty. He remains my hero, not only on Father's Day but in every waking moment. His influence stretches across the fabric of my life, an unwavering force that shapes my narrative.




Thursday, July 4, 2013

This One's For You My Baby...(by isi)

Ever since we met
I felt a bond between us
that no distance can separate
Though you're miles away
Inside my heart your so near
I can feel inside and hold you dear

Right now as I lay here on my bed
I feel your presence beside me
Holding your hands and saying sweet words
     that reaches even my soul

Your voice gives me warmth on those cold days
Your smile brings sunshine on those dark moments
It's like life flashing back right in front of me

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I wish to be with you
I wish it would come true
Seeing you smiling in front of me
While the soft wind blows and the sun shines on that moment
The moment that I will never forget... ever...

Sunday, May 12, 2013

"My Mother..."

Indeed, the greatness of mothers is a sentiment that resonates universally, However, in my eyes, my mother is the greatest.

I witnessed the art of multitasking firsthand through my mother. She effortlessly orchestrated the symphony of daily tasks: cleaning the house, tending to laundry, crafting meals, and lulling us to sleep with tender lullabies. Her gentle voice would resonate with the melodies of Frank Sinatra's "Meditation," creating a soothing atmosphere.

I recall the first time we acquired a cassette recorder. Driven by the intention to weave her melodies into our bedtime routine while managing household chores, my mother embarked on an experiment. With the gadget still a novelty, she embarked on a rendition of "... I will wait for you, meditating how sweet life will be when you come back to… me…". As her angelic voice reached the final notes, a puzzled expression adorned her face. Fumbling for an appropriate ending, she uttered in Hiligaynon, "te ano dayon?" (What comes next?). I can still vividly remember the hearty laughter that ensued, as everyone joyously seized on those last three words, accompanied by her lilting Ilongo tone, forever etched into the recording. Subsequent attempts to erase those three words were met with frustration; the quirky finale becoming a cherished family jest. Since that moment, she has refrained from interacting with the recorder, deeming it an enigmatic tool.

Culinary genius is another facet of my mother's greatness. Her repertoire spans from the simplicity of Good Friday's offering – six boiled eggs with a can of sardines – to the extravagance of Christmas delicacies: chicken macaroni salad, chicken curry, all-beef spaghetti, pochero, pancit bijon, prawn thermidor, and more. Her culinary creations are an undeniable delight, prompting one to salivate at the mere thought. Undoubtedly, she crafts and cooks the most extraordinary dishes in the vast and untamed world of cuisine.

Our family journeyed through heydays of abundance and weathered the nadir of scarcity. Throughout these varying seasons, my mother's spirit remained unbreakable. Amidst challenges, her optimism never wavered, and her demeanor was perpetually buoyant.

She carried the weight of responsibility with remarkable grace. Once, I inquired about her earrings, to which she replied, her gaze slightly evasive, "They are securely guarded." One by one, her jewelry found a haven in the pawnshop's secure vault. Selling a myriad of items – from Avon products to chorizo – she explored every avenue to make both ends meet. In a light-hearted exchange about empty Tanduay bottles, she quipped, "Buy and sell. My husband buys Tanduay; I sell the empty bottles." Amidst this financial squeeze, she shielded us from undue concern. Our table remained adorned with delectable feasts, a testament to her unwavering love and resourcefulness.

Today, on Mother's Day, I am compelled to convey a message to her: She is the paragon of maternal greatness. Undoubtedly, she extends this exceptional motherly prowess to my sister and my brothers. Through this tribute, I wish to celebrate her, the embodiment of love, dedication, and boundless sacrifice.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Respect

I am not a chess piece you can just push @ your whim... oops touch move!
I am a human being with feelings.
I am an individual who is also sensitive to change
I am a PERSON! ... who is diligent at work...
RESPECT should be observed and accorded to each individual
REGARDLESS of rank and position in any organization...

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Effective vs. Efficient

Effective (adj.): Adequate to accomplish a purpose; producing the intended or expected result.

Efficient (adj.): Performing or functioning in the best possible manner with the least waste of time and effort.

"Being effective is about doing the right things, while being efficient is about doing things in the right manner.”

Being efficiently effective is doing the right things in the right manner.