My adviser said the most magical words today: Okay na ang proposal mo.
Finally, after four months of exhausting my brain cells, mutilating my ego and punishing my body with bad diet and unkempt hair, I am done. Thank you to those who successfully dodged and deflected my channeled wrath, and deeper thanks to those who willingly absorbed it.
There's still the research forum, data collection and analysis and defense, so brace yourselves. In the meantime, hello summer!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
MY LIFE ACCORDING TO MONKEYQUIZ.COM
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  6.8 |
| Mind: |  6.3 |
| Body: | 6.1 |
| Spirit: | 6.7 |
| Friends/Family: | 6.8 |
| Love: |  7.7 |
| Finance: |  4.2 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
THE YANG TO MY YIN
I forget which is the "light" and "dark" of the two. No matter, they form the same whole, and are inextricably connected.
Just like our good days, which are always, always tempered by crappy days, the intensity of the latter exactly matching that of the former. Didn't we Librans always know it? Life is a balance.
So when you're extremely happy, at the back of your mind you should know that something might, nay, will go wrong, any day now. Haha, praning. Nah, it shouldn't stop you from being happy, but it helps you to not be blind. And when you're suddenly thrust into good ol' Murphy's vortex, fret not, because things will explode in flowers and sunshine soon enough. Promise.
I've been feeling pretty good the last couple of weeks. Maybe that's why the universe, having had enough of my smiling, gave me a hard shake yesterday. Can't say how, just that I was reminded once again of the reality that people can be truly evil, unkind and shamelessly dishonest. Blocked my sunshine out, that's for sure.
Here you are trying to be the best person you can be, and others will put you into positions of compromise and fear. Whatever hope you have for society and faith you have in the goodness of people will be challenged.
What will you do? When your confidence in this world is diminished, what will you do? Again, the choice between fight or flight. Fight and meet certain death, or leave and be saved, knowing that others will be left behind? And when your future dangles on a thread, held hostage by strangers who feel they can wield power over you, what will you do? Will you stand by your belief and risk losing everything, or will you succumb?
How does one survive? What of ourselves do we save and what are we willing to let go of, so we can honestly say that we lived our lives the best way we know how? How do we dance this sadistic dance of life, with all its beauty and ugliness, comfort and pain? Where every step is a step towards heaven AND hell?
Just like our good days, which are always, always tempered by crappy days, the intensity of the latter exactly matching that of the former. Didn't we Librans always know it? Life is a balance.
So when you're extremely happy, at the back of your mind you should know that something might, nay, will go wrong, any day now. Haha, praning. Nah, it shouldn't stop you from being happy, but it helps you to not be blind. And when you're suddenly thrust into good ol' Murphy's vortex, fret not, because things will explode in flowers and sunshine soon enough. Promise.
I've been feeling pretty good the last couple of weeks. Maybe that's why the universe, having had enough of my smiling, gave me a hard shake yesterday. Can't say how, just that I was reminded once again of the reality that people can be truly evil, unkind and shamelessly dishonest. Blocked my sunshine out, that's for sure.
Here you are trying to be the best person you can be, and others will put you into positions of compromise and fear. Whatever hope you have for society and faith you have in the goodness of people will be challenged.
What will you do? When your confidence in this world is diminished, what will you do? Again, the choice between fight or flight. Fight and meet certain death, or leave and be saved, knowing that others will be left behind? And when your future dangles on a thread, held hostage by strangers who feel they can wield power over you, what will you do? Will you stand by your belief and risk losing everything, or will you succumb?
How does one survive? What of ourselves do we save and what are we willing to let go of, so we can honestly say that we lived our lives the best way we know how? How do we dance this sadistic dance of life, with all its beauty and ugliness, comfort and pain? Where every step is a step towards heaven AND hell?
Saturday, March 11, 2006
MORNING AFTER
I attended my first Planades meeting yesterday (for those who don't know, it's the research arm of my grad school).
Yep, I'm working again! It's been roughly six months since I left Senate. Now my friend from that office is returning the dogs I had given him for his birthday (hmp!), and I don't know what the hell is going in Sen. Angara's life. You don't need to comprehend that last sentence. Suffice it to say that a lot has happened since I stopped going up that elevator to Rm 504, GSIS Bldg.
Anyhoo, I'm loving my life now. Like my ever wonderful thesis adviser said, it's time I got my feet wet in the planning profession. So yebah for me, I think I'm actually moving in the right direction.
As usual, I'm the youngest in the team. That makes me the most inexperienced. I'm trying not to put pressure on myself, but I hope I don't disappoint. My main objective is to not look stupid, hehe. Good thing I understood what was being discussed last night. I think. Whew.
I got home just in time for Princess Lulu and PBB. I'm starting to like Lulu, and PBB is both entertaining and slightly sick. Shucks am I turning into a Kapamilya? The horror!
I wanted to make an analysis of last night's episode of PBB (haha, adik talaga shyet), but I couldn't get past the Roxy-Bianca-Rico mess. *okay, those who don't watch PBB, skip this paragraph* There's so much to say, katamad to write it all down. But Big Bro is the man, yeah baby. Bianca was finally forced to look at her condition and examine her own character. And she came out all confused. Mature as she may seem, she still has a lot to learn, just like the rest of us. Can you taste the slight bitterness in my tongue? Haha, no naman. I think it's a good thing she went through that ordeal. At least she had the chance to gain a deeper understanding of herself.
Sometimes we need to be pushed to the corner so we can take stock of who we are, what we want, how much we want it and what we're willing to give up. We don't always come out unscathed. We dont have to.
Yun lang naman. Good morning!
Yep, I'm working again! It's been roughly six months since I left Senate. Now my friend from that office is returning the dogs I had given him for his birthday (hmp!), and I don't know what the hell is going in Sen. Angara's life. You don't need to comprehend that last sentence. Suffice it to say that a lot has happened since I stopped going up that elevator to Rm 504, GSIS Bldg.
Anyhoo, I'm loving my life now. Like my ever wonderful thesis adviser said, it's time I got my feet wet in the planning profession. So yebah for me, I think I'm actually moving in the right direction.
As usual, I'm the youngest in the team. That makes me the most inexperienced. I'm trying not to put pressure on myself, but I hope I don't disappoint. My main objective is to not look stupid, hehe. Good thing I understood what was being discussed last night. I think. Whew.
I got home just in time for Princess Lulu and PBB. I'm starting to like Lulu, and PBB is both entertaining and slightly sick. Shucks am I turning into a Kapamilya? The horror!
I wanted to make an analysis of last night's episode of PBB (haha, adik talaga shyet), but I couldn't get past the Roxy-Bianca-Rico mess. *okay, those who don't watch PBB, skip this paragraph* There's so much to say, katamad to write it all down. But Big Bro is the man, yeah baby. Bianca was finally forced to look at her condition and examine her own character. And she came out all confused. Mature as she may seem, she still has a lot to learn, just like the rest of us. Can you taste the slight bitterness in my tongue? Haha, no naman. I think it's a good thing she went through that ordeal. At least she had the chance to gain a deeper understanding of herself.
Sometimes we need to be pushed to the corner so we can take stock of who we are, what we want, how much we want it and what we're willing to give up. We don't always come out unscathed. We dont have to.
Yun lang naman. Good morning!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
TODAY...
...I learned that:
1. I can still wake up at 5 am.
2. Chickens can actually fly to the top of trees. I'm not kidding. I almost jumped when I heard the flapping of wings and saw poor leaves falling from our neighbor's tree. When I looked up, there were several chickens (hens? roosters?) perched on the higher branches. Okay maybe they didn't fly. Maybe they hopped. I wish I took a picture.
3. People, those I meet for the first time, and maybe acquaintances, will probably always see me as this confident, strong person. I just met a British guy (old, but cute accent) today who told me that he saw me as such. However, as my friends know, I totally am not. I don't know how people get that impression of me. It's not always good because sometimes I feel I have to live up to certain expectations, when really, I just want to hide.
4. I should really leave the world of writing and publishing behind. Completely. I think I made a declaration like this several months back. I tried to follow Len's advice, which was to pursue a career in our chosen field. But I got sidetracked for a brief moment. So now I'm making a reiteration. Haaay. As much I loved that life, it's just not..me, not anymore.
5. I still am a lucky girl. Always taken care of, always the baby. My lola went to our house yesterday to clean my closet. She hates seeing that hopeless, albeit colorful pile of clothes. She folded all my blouses and--get this--put them inside transparent plastic bags, two blouses per bag. Hmm, maybe it's to prevent me from pulling them out unceremoniously and then carelessly throwing them back in. So now, every time I get dressed, I have to untie the plastic bags and fish out the blouse. If I change my mind it will be another round of searching and untying. Dreadful. Now I actually have to think about what to wear before I open the closet. My, my, nanay is clever. I love her hehe.
6. I haven't satisfied my obsession with jackets in a long time. Now it's summer. Sheesh.
7. I really should do more. Because I want to live on my own, and when I do I want to have the skills necessary for me not to starve, and at the same time have clean clothes on my back and money in my pockets.
8. I am happy, after all.
1. I can still wake up at 5 am.
2. Chickens can actually fly to the top of trees. I'm not kidding. I almost jumped when I heard the flapping of wings and saw poor leaves falling from our neighbor's tree. When I looked up, there were several chickens (hens? roosters?) perched on the higher branches. Okay maybe they didn't fly. Maybe they hopped. I wish I took a picture.
3. People, those I meet for the first time, and maybe acquaintances, will probably always see me as this confident, strong person. I just met a British guy (old, but cute accent) today who told me that he saw me as such. However, as my friends know, I totally am not. I don't know how people get that impression of me. It's not always good because sometimes I feel I have to live up to certain expectations, when really, I just want to hide.
4. I should really leave the world of writing and publishing behind. Completely. I think I made a declaration like this several months back. I tried to follow Len's advice, which was to pursue a career in our chosen field. But I got sidetracked for a brief moment. So now I'm making a reiteration. Haaay. As much I loved that life, it's just not..me, not anymore.
5. I still am a lucky girl. Always taken care of, always the baby. My lola went to our house yesterday to clean my closet. She hates seeing that hopeless, albeit colorful pile of clothes. She folded all my blouses and--get this--put them inside transparent plastic bags, two blouses per bag. Hmm, maybe it's to prevent me from pulling them out unceremoniously and then carelessly throwing them back in. So now, every time I get dressed, I have to untie the plastic bags and fish out the blouse. If I change my mind it will be another round of searching and untying. Dreadful. Now I actually have to think about what to wear before I open the closet. My, my, nanay is clever. I love her hehe.
6. I haven't satisfied my obsession with jackets in a long time. Now it's summer. Sheesh.
7. I really should do more. Because I want to live on my own, and when I do I want to have the skills necessary for me not to starve, and at the same time have clean clothes on my back and money in my pockets.
8. I am happy, after all.
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