Tuesday, July 28, 2015

What I badly needed

All I need is some time to be alone with my thoughts. 
A time to escape and do nothing. 
A time when I can lay down and forget everything.
What I wanted is some time to be free - free from all the expectations, senseless talks and downheartedness.
What I badly needed is today.


Monday, July 27, 2015

Because I won't be seeing you until Thursday...

Here's a picture of us to inspire me this week. :) I miss you already!

Friday, July 24, 2015

Happy Friday!

My friends from Finance were having a discussion on something about work when I entered the room.

Girl 1: Ayan o si Patty tanungin mo.
Me: Yes? Ano yun?
Girl 2: Magreresign ka na rin Patty?
Me: Hahaha! Bakit?
Girl 1: 'Deh. Yan naman si Patty isa lang naman reklamo niyan eh. Work-life balance. Sa kanila kasi feeling niya sobrang walang buhay. Grabe kasi yung flexibity sa Sales. Even weekends, holidays required ka magwork unlike satin sa Finance. Grabe din sila mag OT. Yun lang naman reklamo niyan kaya minsan nalulungkot yan.
Girl 2: Ah..so Patty disengaged ka na rin? (Pero ang rinig ko sa question ay: "So Patty engaged ka na rin?")
Me: *answers the question with enthusiasm and excitement* Hindi pa nga eh. Pero minsan gusto ko na nga. Gusto ko na nga ma-engage talaga pero keri lang naman kahit hindi pa. Pero pag napapagod na ko sa work iniisip ko gusto ko na mag-asawa para mafulfill ko na ang dream ko na maging housewife hahaha! Mag-aalaga na lang ako ng kids at ng husband ko tapos magbu-business na lang ako. Ayoko na ng corporate work.
Girl 1 & Girl 2: Adik ka talaga eh no. Ang tanong eh kung disengage ka sa work.
Me: Ah okay. Hahahaha!


Thursday, July 23, 2015

THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION OF YOUR LIFE by Mark Manson

E
verybody wants what feels good. Everyone wants to live a carefree, happy and easy life, to fall in love and have amazing sex and relationships, to look perfect and make money and be popular and well-respected and admired and a total baller to the point that people part like the Red Sea when you walk into the room.
Everyone would like that — it’s easy to like that.
If I ask you, “What do you want out of life?” and you say something like, “I want to be happy and have a great family and a job I like,” it’s so ubiquitous that it doesn’t even mean anything.
A more interesting question, a question that perhaps you’ve never considered before, is what pain do you want in your life? What are you willing to struggle for? Because that seems to be a greater determinant of how our lives turn out.
Everybody wants to have an amazing job and financial independence — but not everyone wants to suffer through 60-hour work weeks, long commutes, obnoxious paperwork, to navigate arbitrary corporate hierarchies and the blasé confines of an infinite cubicle hell. People want to be rich without the risk, without the sacrifice, without the delayed gratification necessary to accumulate wealth.
Everybody wants to have great sex and an awesome relationship — but not everyone is willing to go through the tough conversations, the awkward silences, the hurt feelings and the emotional psychodrama to get there. And so they settle. They settle and wonder “What if?” for years and years and until the question morphs from “What if?” into “Was that it?” And when the lawyers go home and the alimony check is in the mail they say, “What was that for?” if not for their lowered standards and expectations 20 years prior, then what for?
Because happiness requires struggle. The positive is the side effect of handling the negative. You can only avoid negative experiences for so long before they come roaring back to life.
At the core of all human behavior, our needs are more or less similar. Positive experience is easy to handle. It’s negative experience that we all, by definition, struggle with. Therefore, what we get out of life is not determined by the good feelings we desire but by what bad feelings we’re willing and able to sustain to get us to those good feelings.
People want an amazing physique. But you don’t end up with one unless you legitimately appreciate the pain and physical stress that comes with living inside a gym for hour upon hour, unless you love calculating and calibrating the food you eat, planning your life out in tiny plate-sized portions.
People want to start their own business or become financially independent. But you don’t end up a successful entrepreneur unless you find a way to appreciate the risk, the uncertainty, the repeated failures, and working insane hours on something you have no idea whether will be successful or not.
People want a partner, a spouse. But you don’t end up attracting someone amazing without appreciating the emotional turbulence that comes with weathering rejections, building the sexual tension that never gets released, and staring blankly at a phone that never rings. It’s part of the game of love. You can’t win if you don’t play.
What determines your success isn’t “What do you want to enjoy?” The question is, “What pain do you want to sustain?” The quality of your life is not determined by the quality of your positive experiences but the quality of your negative experiences. And to get good at dealing with negative experiences is to get good at dealing with life.
There’s a lot of crappy advice out there that says, “You’ve just got to want it enough!”
Everybody wants something. And everybody wants something enough. They just aren’t aware of what it is they want, or rather, what they want “enough.”
Because if you want the benefits of something in life, you have to also want the costs. If you want the beach body, you have to want the sweat, the soreness, the early mornings, and the hunger pangs. If you want the yacht, you have to also want the late nights, the risky business moves, and the possibility of pissing off a person or ten thousand.
If you find yourself wanting something month after month, year after year, yet nothing happens and you never come any closer to it, then maybe what you actually want is a fantasy, an idealization, an image and a false promise. Maybe what you want isn’t what you want, you just enjoy wanting. Maybe you don’t actually want it at all.
Sometimes I ask people, “How do you choose to suffer?” These people tilt their heads and look at me like I have twelve noses. But I ask because that tells me far more about you than your desires and fantasies. Because you have to choose something. You can’t have a pain-free life. It can’t all be roses and unicorns. And ultimately that’s the hard question that matters. Pleasure is an easy question. And pretty much all of us have similar answers. The more interesting question is the pain. What is the pain that you want to sustain?
That answer will actually get you somewhere. It’s the question that can change your life. It’s what makes me me and you you. It’s what defines us and separates us and ultimately brings us together.
For most of my adolescence and young adulthood, I fantasized about being a musician — a rock star, in particular. Any badass guitar song I heard, I would always close my eyes and envision myself up on stage playing it to the screams of the crowd, people absolutely losing their minds to my sweet finger-noodling. This fantasy could keep me occupied for hours on end. The fantasizing continued up through college, even after I dropped out of music school and stopped playing seriously. But even then it was never a question of if I’d ever be up playing in front of screaming crowds, but when. I was biding my time before I could invest the proper amount of time and effort into getting out there and making it work. First, I needed to finish school. Then, I needed to make money. Then, I needed to find time. Then… and then nothing.
Despite fantasizing about this for over half of my life, the reality never came. And it took me a long time and a lot of negative experiences to finally figure out why: I didn’t actually want it.
I was in love with the result — the image of me on stage, people cheering, me rocking out, pouring my heart into what I’m playing — but I wasn’t in love with the process. And because of that, I failed at it. Repeatedly. Hell, I didn’t even try hard enough to fail at it. I hardly tried at all.
The daily drudgery of practicing, the logistics of finding a group and rehearsing, the pain of finding gigs and actually getting people to show up and give a shit. The broken strings, the blown tube amp, hauling 40 pounds of gear to and from rehearsals with no car. It’s a mountain of a dream and a mile-high climb to the top. And what it took me a long time to discover is that I didn’t like to climb much. I just liked to imagine the top.
Our culture would tell me that I’ve somehow failed myself, that I’m a quitter or a loser. Self-help would say that I either wasn’t courageous enough, determined enough or I didn’t believe in myself enough. The entrepreneurial/start up crowd would tell me that I chickened out on my dream and gave in to my conventional social conditioning. I’d be told to do affirmations or join a mastermind group or manifest or something.
But the truth is far less interesting than that: I thought I wanted something, but it turns out I didn’t. End of story.
I wanted the reward and not the struggle. I wanted the result and not the process. I was in love not with the fight but only the victory. And life doesn’t work that way.
Who you are is defined by the values you are willing to struggle for. People who enjoy the struggles of a gym are the ones who get in good shape. People who enjoy long workweeks and the politics of the corporate ladder are the ones who move up it. People who enjoy the stresses and uncertainty of the starving artist lifestyle are ultimately the ones who live it and make it.
This is not a call for willpower or “grit.” This is not another admonishment of “no pain, no gain.”
This is the most simple and basic component of life: our struggles determine our successes. So choose your struggles wisely, my friend.

This made me re-think my goals in life. I love every line from the article. 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

So, we had our business meeting/planning at some restaurant in Centris and this happens...


Yung totoo???  Kayo kayo ba magkakausap at hindi niyo lang talaga ko gusto isama sa usapan?? Hahaha!

LOL

Ang effort ni father. Lol. 

Sunday, July 19, 2015

To The One Who I Thought Wanted To Stay, But Left Anyway

This was not mine. This post was shared by my friend and I think it was wonderfully written. It's like I wrote the letter myself (with little modifications)... 3 years ago. I remember writing a similar letter when I joined a retreat before. I wonder where I put that letter. Haha! Anyway, publishing this doesn't mean that I feel the same way I did when I wrote that letter. I may have a different sentiment today and that is... uh I don't know. I change my thoughts and emotions too quickly. Lels. There's this one line below though that still holds true. I miss my friend.

To The One Who I Thought Wanted To Stay, But Left Anyway

As cliché as it may sound, I never thought you'd mean this much to me. Who would've known? I remember the moment we met. It wasn't magical. Time didn't stop then, the Earth didn't slow, my palms didn't get sweaty, and my heart didn't even skip a beat. I was clueless of what was in store for me. But had I seen it coming, I would've done the same thing still. I wouldn't have you any other way.
Yes, you warned me that inevitably, we'll hurt each other at some point and that eventually, this could all come to an end. But I ignored it because the first time I heard you laugh, I felt something clicked inside of me. And right then and there, I admit, I wanted to want you, and part of me hoped that I could transform you. Part of me hoped that I could be the game-changer. And that maybe, just maybe, I could be the exception.
And then, all of a sudden, right in the middle of our normal conversation, you stopped replying. I know you've done this a lot of times already and I could've chased after you. But wait, I tried, didn't I? At least I did. Yet, something was different in that instant. I felt it. You wanted to stop. And it was all I could do to keep myself from running after you.
I got so used to talking to you that now, I'm finding it hard not to. There's still so much that I wanted to say to you, too many things I wanted to do with you, and so many emotions I wanted to feel for you.
You left me with a sea of maybes and an ocean of what-ifs.
I hope leaving with no goodbye wasn't as easy for you as you made it seem. I hope at least I made it hard for you. But tell me, had you been wanting to do that for a while? I wonder if you've given that decision much thought or you consider it as something that doesn't even need pondering.
Did it ever hurt? I hope it did. I hope at least it did because so far, truth be told, the pain you inflicted, it hit me. Hard. And it still hurts. It's not killing me anymore, it's not keeping me up at night, and it's not making me cry myself to sleep anymore, but it still hurts.
I've got my pride and I promised myself I'd never ask why because I know you somehow and I'm pretty sure you don't have reasons that are valid enough to fill the void that was left in me. But I can't be sure because maybe you've changed and even so, I don't think I can stand hearing the truth.
I thought with time I'd realize it's over.
Up until now, I don't understand what went wrong. What happened? Was I so easy to give up? Was I not worth the risk? I know I swore I won't and I'm sorry because I can't help but ask, why? Why did you leave? Why did you walk away? Why?
Do you ever wish you just stayed?
Being the one left behind, the most difficult thing for me is not knowing whether to hold on and wait or to let go and move on. It's like I've got your message but I don't know what it means. Are you telling me "It's over"? Or are you just being you, trying to find peace? Are you coming back?
I don't know. But if this is it, thank you. Thank you for coming in to my life. And though the wounds are deep, I'm glad to have felt like I've had you.
I guess that's just how it goes; you rescued me from being stuck with someone before, and now I need another somebody to save me from you.
P.S. Years will pass and I may not anymore mean any of this. But right now, as I write this, know that it's true.
I miss you.