good ol' work out!

Thanks to Macrisse Corrado, a good friend back in high school, I got the inspiration to clean my own room this week!

It's also a great coincidence since I've been planning to take charge of my entire room without assistance (as I always had in the past.) I'm enjoying this brand called Swiffer Sweeper. It does an excellent job taking away all the dust.

I find it therapeutic. And quite the exercise. The combination is kind of addicting, and of course I have arranged a regular cleaning schedule to make this consistent. ;)

So even if I missed my yoga and jogging sessions, cleaning the entire room (with the bathroom included! Yes! I did it!!) has partially compensated for that (of course there's no excuse for missing yoga and jogging!!)

I still have the mirrors and windows to go. I actually started during an evening. I couldn't take the tiles in my bathroom anymore so at 10 o'clock in the evening, I grabbed my gear and started scrubbing away! Hurrah! (Unfortunately I had to end the feat by 1:30AM, I needed to get some sleep :))) )

Call it an impulsive decision, although I have planned this out for January; kind of like a jumpstart for the new year!

I'm super excited for The Chinese New Year!!! Year of the Dragon here it comes!!!

I would so much like to welcome this with a clean room through and through. :D <3

These days, it feels like living in a house within a house. It's awesome! (I wish I did this more often back in high school!!!)

For all the ladies and gents out there who clean their own rooms and houses regularly, I salute you!!!

Plus it's convenient to let out any pent-up emotion while scrubbing tiles. It really works. And my tiles turned spankin white! Way to go recycling negative feelings into constructive use!! And I must say, wiping the floor with the Sweeper mop feels meditative!!!

(Disclaimer: Pictures in this post are from Google Images. No copyright infringement intended.)

the difficulty of being simple

Where was it did I read about adults required to sleep less than what was needed when they were younger?

It wasn’t so much as because of the ‘adult’s busy schedule’, but health-wise, it was healthier that they should.

My point being, if sleeping less, say 6 hours at an average (and that’s a whooping guess from me) is the required gauge, I am way beyond the norm.

Perhaps it’s the flexi schedule. Quite horrid of me, I blame it on my flexi-schedule that I could wake up as late as I want to, since all of my businesses are found in the afternoons and evenings.

I sleep between 2-3 in the morning. If I wake up at 9, that’s a bit of a miracle.

For someone decided on starting a healthy lifestyle, I’m pretty much sinking my boat, and the shore I’ve just left is only 50 feet away.

Earlier in my posts, I mentioned that I might have to be performing yoga less and less, (an average of once a week) and rely on daily jogging.

On bad days, or say busy days (they’re the same for me?!), the urge to pick up my running shoes and the rest of the gear simply does not happen.

I try to emulate the example of doing it nonetheless especially when I’m tired (but recently to no avail) but I think the lazy side is getting the better of me.

Is it being lazy, or just plain tired?

Is it really true that each person has a stress gauge so different from everyone else? Some people may take tasks or challenges easily, whereas when it happens to others, they fall apart.

The first category may have a lot to do with discipline, a back-up of half a lifetime’s experience, and virtues trained through thick and thin.

I’m guessing with the second, half of the lifetime hasn’t even occurred yet, or, if it has, than they never said yes to a single major task, or they repeatedly quit.

For myself, I love to think I’m smacked in between.

I am nowhere near (then again who knows?) half my lifetime’s experience, and I certainly don’t have the rigid discipline to weather the storms.

But I also feel that with prior and/or current tasks, I have abandoned much of them because of my pessimism, and watched the enormity of its size intimidate me.

What the hell is it about size? Why does it have to matter so much? Why does it matter so much? Am I so ‘sight-oriented’ that the literal and figurative size of a challenge becomes a pre-requisite before engagement?

Is it part of a survival mode, the ability to predict and estimate the chances of survival (or chances of success) before contact?

Is such a person wise, or a coward?

Where do you draw the line? How do you see, ‘the objectivity’ behind it?

If I should try to make this simple, it boils down to a kind of common sense:

Fight the fight. Get up when you’re down. Never stop asking for help, you just might get it.

If I fight the fight, does it follow that I could declare a sort of impasse for the moment, since tomorrow looks a little vague and right now, I’m a little stuck? Do fighters rest for a moment and charge the next (of course with thinking) or do they just keep charging until the opponent is down (this one I assume without thinking)?

I get the idea that it turns to a unique disposition for each one of us.

I fight my fight. You fight yours. Everyone has a battle to engage with. Sometimes we win. Other times, we lose.

If we tally the losses or the wins, whatever matters in the end, I keep on thinking about a third angle: the idea that we still did what we had to do despite not genuinely knowing the endpoint.

Maybe I keep buying time. Maybe I keep assuming I’ll live another day if I survive the next moment.

There’re so many things left unfinished.

But was it ever left?

Maybe for those who were branded a coward by others (and/or by themselves), at the back of their minds (if not in their consciousness) they really wanted to keep on fighting.

Does anyone ever actually truly give up—those who remained alive and sane?

If you still live, and sanity is still your status, is this not the perfect formula for your problem?

If I could keep things simple and follow such a formula, I can’t help but think, either I’m very lucky, or I just don’t know.

Or are they just the same?

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Is key to life...Balance?

Just arrived home from a yoga class. Definitely inspiring and motivating. It's amazing how refreshed one feels after those back-bending and muscle-stretching poses.

But I suppose one other lesson I thought I could keep myself in-check with is the wisdom of balance, so to speak.

For 2012, I have prepared a special mental plan for myself. Very simple actually. It shows on my Facebook timeline 'cover', saying loud and proud: ' 2012: Make it right. :) <3'

Not forgetting the smiley and the heart. Point being, I already knew beforehand the hideous task of trying to 'make things right', with the assumption that a lot of it 'has been wrong', or, 'was not so right' and therefore, it's time to 'make it right'.

I'm not exactly your typical new year's 'resolutionist', ever, but, somehow, for this new year, having become this aware of my existence and whatever little I have contributed to the universe; it only seemed 'timely' and fair for me to finally give an acknowledgment and a sort of formality in being a change-agent, at the very least for myself.

So far, the best I can do these days is to attend regularly my yoga classes and my classes at grad school. There're also the occasional meetings for our courses, the inevitable albeit thought-proviking HOMEWORKS, and then my work.

Work being helping out in the family business.

It actually does seem a lot typing it down. I actually paused for a moment looking at the lines.

... But in reality, I spend 2 or 3 sessions at the yoga studio, and for 2012, just about 2 classes per week in grad school, with the weekly consultation I spend in another class. I almost never have to report to the office because of my 'flexi-schedule'--an outstanding benefit for flexi-workers out there. That leaves me an enormous time for myself, my family and friends.

I have a very small but proportional salary to my lifestyle. Although I still do fall short in cash (boo-hoo).

All this in mind, I feel as if what I want to accomplish for myself this year hasn't fully begun. It's been happening step by step, but there wasn't a big sha-bang or a crescendo to start the year. Maybe like the ignorant and insensitive human that I can be, I tend to forget that it doesn't always have to be explosive or dynamic all in the beginning. Come to think of it, this was my old 'sickness', --starting things with a bang, going on low in fuel, then never reaching endpoint.

Now that was real sad. So for 2010, I started to change my game, beginning with my education and it kept on till 2011. Last year was, (if I am to make a sort of summarized reflection) indeed a bridge for 2010-activities for me. But there had been powerful changes in my social spheres. I met good people, became excellent friends with them and maintained such ties. I miss them so much (senior-mates of batch 2011! Mwah!).

I also did what I could to control my appetite and lose some weight where by the end of 2011, I had lost 12 lbs. Not exactly a large feat, but a small success for my body nonetheless.

Tonight (and...some days past) I have come to realize that as little as I have now (and the time I seem to be...not necessarily wasting, but not exactly utilized either) my life is still chaotic.

Much like my closet. I need to sort every piece, put them in the right place and hope to God every time I pick out my ensemble the rest of my closet doesn't fall apart. (which...have been the case. Year in, and out.)

As of now, by the way, my closet is still in world war 15 since its founding year on my 7th birthday. The temporary solution I have come up with being, finding solid compartments to slid in my closet to divide the dang things apart. Of course included in my dismay would be the inevitable expense however, if it does indeed prove itself effective, perhaps I should also find a figurative representation of such a 'separator' in my life and balance things out.

Then again if a 'separator' isn't really the issue and more of me, the person; I guess I'm left with a daily fixing and renewal of my life.

As it should be.

Dangit. Oh dear...

Well there goes the truth. And so with my clothes.

I might return to UA&P Chorale and try to become a practicing singer again.

I've missed the art and the discipline.

These days, the best my voice can do is commentate in Church and talk to people.

Reaching out with my vocals and those of others have been a very missed thing.

Will post about it when I have decided. If my schedule permits it, I would like to sing again.

I also run. 20 minutes. Every other day. And in between those days, the yoga sessions follow. But since my budget is falling apart, I might soon be seeing a daily 20-min or 15-min jog with a once a week yoga.

So how does it work? For a single, wannabe happy-go-lucky female like me?

Parents, service, fitness, school, work and friends.

Oh I have an idea. I think God will tie everything up for me. If I shall fail, then faith shall save me.

Is key to life balance? If every thing seems to fall apart every now and then if not every time, then what I have left, is what probably makes the difference.

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LAGI NA LANG!! LAGI NA LAAAAAANG!!! (always is, always is...?) :)))

Never. run out. of problems.

In the same line, never runs out of inspiration either.

So many things to celebrate over, especially on this fabulous new year.

I glance at the newspaper today and I see Ms. Rachel Weisz has arrived in the Philippines to shoot for the next installment of the successful, action-packed motion picture, Bourne Legacy.

One inspiration check. On local news, the Black Nazarene has its procession underway.

Incredibly and simultaneously (at least every time I recall) shocked at the fact that people do die from the Nazarene just TO TOUCH the image of Mother Mary.

Filipino devotion is inexplicably out of this world for me, a complement actually.

I have successfully created a new twitter account for mysefl! Yeheyyyy!!! At least now I can comment and press the like-button in my Flipboard app.

I am still so very upset with Apple and the never-ending updates that come along with it. So discouraging to buy one when the next gadget would be out it what, 2-3 months? Rendering my current versions usually out-of-date and more importantly, UNABLE TO UPLOAD MY DESIRED APPs.

GrraaRRRRR....

We-hell... and so, on with other details:

I did decide to put up this new blog, just to experiment whether I am capable (once more) of maintaining such an output online.

I did think it'd be a good practicing ground on journal-writing, online-wise (???!!!!).

The title of the blog in itself explains my motive for putting this up. Or, basically, how I see my world recently.

Of course, the entries will focus on all random and not so random experiences that I would have myself involved with.

Good luck to this blog. Let's see shall we. O.O

Happy New Year to all and, belated Happy, Happy Christmas!!!

(me, at a wedding in Manila Hotel,

January, 2012. --i am so loving the dragon above.

Let's welcome the Chinese New Year,

Year of the Dragon!) <3