I had scarcely passed my twelfth birthday when I entered the inhospitable regions of examinations, through which for the next couple of years I was destined to journey. These examinations were a great trial for me. The subjects which were dearest to the examiners were almost invariably those I fancied least. I would have liked to have been examined in history, poetry, and writing essays. The examiners on the other hand, were partial to Science and Mathematics. Moreover, the questions which they asked on both these subjects were almost invariably to which I was unable to suggest a satisfactory answer. I should have liked to be asked to say what I knew. They always tried to ask what I did not know. When I would have willingly displayed my knowledge, they sought to expose my ignorance. This sort of treatment had only one result: I did not do well in examinations.
I can’t even start to ponder how I finished school, though even when I was a little, I have always knew that I will succeed, because I was crazy enough to believe that I cannot fail.
So I leave it to you to imagine how much I congratulate myself. Thanks to Winston Churchill and Salvador Dali for teaching me that madness is beautiful!
Be so busy improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
What the world calls the end of a caterpillar’s life, God calls a butterfly. Accepting the ever changing nature of things is often difficult but necessary. State of mind with lots going on.
I see so much emptiness on this photo, amazingly, in its desolation, it tells me so many different stories, like, serenity, perhaps?
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
Sharing with all of you my dear and loyal followers, the photo, which I have taken earlier this evening. Saturday weekend is a bit slow for me, a little more deviated from work – so unusual, but still glad that I have found some time for myself even for just for a short time.
So here you go, the neighbor of our cat, peacefully enjoying the full moon on a starless night, and oh, so camera ready 🙂
and because it is a slow Saturday evening in Manila. It’s not about Sunrise – it’s about Killing Moon tonight.
“If I had my life to live over, I would do it all again, but this time I would be nastier.” – Jeannette Rankin
I woke up unusually early today.
When most (if not all) corporate people like me are finding time to slow down by spending time with family and friends, going out of town, catching up some series on Netflix, visiting art galleries, going to the beach, shopping, reading books while listening to favorite music, painting, etc.
I am not here today to tell you guys that I woke up unusually early today…
Well, right now, I am very excited to finally share with you all, one of my favorite books by Ellen DeGeneres, Seriously…I Am Kidding.
If my mind does not fail me, I have finished reading this book November last year. However, I failed to write and share with you all, my thoughts about this wonderful book. I have been tagging it along with me, and get to have a click of it whenever I am stuck in traffic and share it on my Twitter Account, and so far, it has been a great companion.
What I am about to share with you are some of the bits and pieces, and antics that is originally Ellen DeGeneres together with the life lessons that I found from each chapter as Ellen gracefully ended each with a wit. I actually have a lot to pick, but I will try to squeeze them the best I can in order not to bore you. My hope is that as I share with you all the things that I have learned from this book through words, you will also find time to realize that each and everyone of us is blessed with a funny bone, and that no matter what life is throwing at you right now, it’s not a bad idea to smile everyday when you wake up (in the case of this book – laugh).
- I let my mind wander through some of the biggest moments in my life and then I realized what I needed to do.
- I believed that true beauty is not related to what color of your hair is or what color of your eyes are. True beauty is about who you are as human being, your principles, your moral compass.
- Our age is something we have absolutely no control over, it’s just a fact of who we are. I enjoy growing older and wiser and learning from my mistakes every single day. I’m happy for example, that I no longer eat paste, like I did when I was twenty-four. And I’m happy that in a few years I’ll be able to get a half-price tickets to movies and museums. Considering how often I go to movies and museums, I could serve upward of thirty dollars a year.
- I know it seems easy and breezy for me to say, but trust me – it’s okay to be you.
- We have to take care of ourselves as we age and that includes getting procedures done that are invasive, uncomfortable, and at times what many would refer to as “third date territory.” One of those procedures is a colonoscopy.
THE SECRET OF LIFE
- …don’t look back and don’t spend too much time worrying about the future. Stay in the present. There are few ways to do that. Stop and smell the roses. Wake up and smell the coffee. Enjoy the sweet smell of success. I guess just keep taking a big whiffs of stuff because it seems like the more we smell, the happier we are going to be. You know what I mean.
- But we should be grateful for them because without our family – the ancestors we descend from, the cousin we see once a year, the loves of our lives we see every day – life us pretty boring. You don’t have to believe me, but you should. I’m royalty.
WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?
- We all spend so much time comparing ourselves to each other. Everyone is running around trying to keep up with the Joneses. Who are the Joneses anyway? Why are we trying to keep up with up them? I’m sure they’re not perfect. We don’t need to keep up with them. It’s hard enough to keep up with the Kardashians.
- And who’s to say what’ better or worse anyway? Who’s to even say what’s normal or average? We’re all different people and we’re allowed to be different from one another. If someones ever says you’re weird, say thank you. And then curtsy. No, don’t curtsy. That might be too weird. Bow. And tip your imaginary hat. That’ll show them all.
AMERICAN IDOL, OR “IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY. DON’T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL”
- And I know there’s such thing as constructive criticism, but to that’s still criticism. It’s just criticism with a jaunty hat.
- It’s the same with every career and life decision. You just have to keep driving down the road. It’s going to bend and curve and you’ll speed up and slow down, but the road keeps going.
- What I’ve realized is that people don’t care about common courtesy anymore.
- How many times have you held a door open for someone who walks right through it without saying thank you? How many times have you let someone into your lane of traffic without receiving the courtesy wave?
- And not only are people rude, they have no boundaries anymore.
- Unfortunately, I get labeled a lot.
- The problem with labels is that they lead to stereotypes and stereotypes lead to generalizations and generalizations lead to assumptions and assumptions lead back to stereotypes.
I AM NOT LAZY
- Humans aren’t suppose to be lazy.
- Let’s all challenge ourselves today to get up and move a little more.
Taking advantage of the weekend before my coming week goes really crazy. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job, but I bet you guys would agree with me that when you are passionate about what you do, it makes you forget about your phone, and that means no Social Media except when you need to pick it up for corporate reasons, which by the way is – so me at work.
I welcomed the first day of the year with a very bad cold, the next day, was swiftly knocked down. My head split in two, I think, “That’s what you get for letting your guards down”. It was raining badly during the fireworks display and I was among the very few crazy people left welcoming 2017, dancing under the rain. I thought at the time, it was an awesome experience, I mean, dancing under the rain with a beautiful fireworks display gleaming in midnight sky, I said, “Why not?” It was fun. I don’t regret it. The idea was inspired by Christopher Poindexter’s poem, “She Was the Rain”, and I was thinking of it the whole time. It’s beautiful though this cold gives me a lot of mood swings. Brrr…
Now here I am officially sick for almost a week now, enjoying a fresh cup of honey lemon tea by Steuarts seasoned with fresh honey. Yes, I made the bees all the way from San Pablo City a little busy. Makes me miss home. Hmmm…
Oh, by the way, don’t be fooled by the book. The prep isn’t Martha’s, it’s from my dear friend Kapil.
One suggestion though, for those aspiring entrepreneurs out there, this book is perfect. Maratha Inc. by Christopher Byron, you should check it. You should also try Steuart’s Tea, it’s affordable, and it’s lovely!
Happy Sunday everyone.