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Jun 01 2008

Life Under Constant Pressure

Published by lurchie under , SPi talk, Thoughts, motivation, pressure, work


These days, my life has been anything but easy breezy. I gather that if it were actually easy and breezy, I would find it boring. I know that is a bad thing, right? But I seriously get bored easily, and as we all know, boredom is a disease. It could be the type of training or mentality I adapted at work that makes me move, move, and move and strive to accomplish something in every hour. This is also the reason why I cannot fall asleep in the afternoon. I feel like I have wasted a part of my day if I get some zzz’s. Admittedly, I need those precious zzz’s. But I just don’t like it.

I have acquired some stuff to do, one after the other lately. Surprisingly, I also feel harassed if I do not get my way. Crazy? You said it. Which is why I am praying for a new laptop so I can stay out of Dhirrac’s way. Sadly, I don’t think that is what I am going to be getting soon. Nevertheless, anything is good by me.

There is one thing I am getting happy about these days. And that is learning to budget my time and become more focused in a given time span. By achieving this, I am very very very happy for the achievement. What with the productivity hacks I gather from all over the web, who says I cannot play it like the big guys? ;)

JJ may have a point when he says nobody gets a whole lot richer if he or she is employed, but is that always the case? What if you cannot set up your own business? What if you just do not have the means to start something new? Would that mean that you are destined to be a worker ant for the rest of your life? I hope not. At least, with the help of JJ, I am learning to have a small business while still being employed. You really cannot afford to quit a job when you are just trying something out - right?

Oh well. These are just updates. I am just trying to unwind as a new week is about to start and I have been churning out the words since 2 a.m. this morning. I’ve found out lately that I am more productive if I get up earlier, and my brain works much better, too! At least I wont be late in going to work anymore - I try.

There are new updates at prison camp. I am now stuck with an undesirable for at least a few months. I hope that I wont last longer than 6 months there. But what can I say? Jobs are hard to find… Everybody is looking for a job. And as what UnDesirable (UD) said, we are not indispensable. *sigh* We shall see… we shall see..

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Aug 31 2007

eskwela

Published by aperire under motivation

this dream that came true,
a prayer answered,
a long wait,
a long time,
tomorrow is here.

keep the fire burning,
see it through their eyes,
though you may see nothing but glum,
turn it to gleam,

dangerous minds is not only a movie after all,
reality is so much more,
it cuts you through the core,

tears may fall,
as you lower your head
to welcome a day of defeat,

but,
keep the fire burning,
keep the fire burning,
pass it on...

*****
i am missing home so much =( i miss riding the jeepney every night even if it's uncomfortable. i miss coming home to the laughter of zaila, ayn and alex. i miss eating adobo, paksiw na pata and sinigang. i miss the simple pleasures that davao spoils me with...a beautiful scenery, the picturesque view of mt. apo in the morning, the sea - an extension of myself. i miss the long walks i take to the pink sisters convent. i miss my nanay and tatay. i miss seeing them together still so in-love with one another after all these years. i miss my dog. i miss my tiny room. i miss everything about my country, my heritage...

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Jul 11 2007

a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

Published by aperire under Poems, courage, inspiration, motivation

Sunset

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors

which it passes to a row of ancient trees.

You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you,

one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth,

leaving you, not really belonging to either,

not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,

not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing

that turns to a star each night and climbs—

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)

your own life, timid and standing high and growing,

so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,

one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

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