Slam dunk the funk

TGIF --- finally!

This entire week was THE works when it came to stress build-up. Javana Spa beckons in the afternoon.

Whilst I suffered from da funk this week, being mopey and weepy for no particular reason, I heard from the besties.

Gemma YM'd to ask why. I fumbled for an excuse because I really can't think of any - except for the lack of sugar in my body because of my diet and missing Manila.

Her comment: "Sira ka pala, eh. Anong ida-diet mo - pilikmata?"

That totally cracked me up.

La Roura SMS'd the following day to update me with the latest chizms and that she was feeling the funk, too! On the same day, Thads YM'd that he already resigned. WTF!

My thought bubble: what da H??? Why's everyone in a funk? Kailangan na bang maligo ng asin ulit? In this case, do I need to be salt-marinated?

Whatever it is, the Universe this week conspired to test my patience.

Madame Universe: we both know patience is not one of my virtues, but I'm pretty sure you've got a grand masterplan for me to proceed with my World Domination quest.

Until then...I shall enjoy the margs this weekend with the Jakarta Bitches.

Thank you, Gemma, Arlene, Thads: for messaging within 24 hours. That made me feel that the Universe somehow connects people in the strangest of ways.

I love you, guys. And I miss you a lot.

Sad

...immensely sad that it ate me up today.

I remain stoic, though I am weeping and crushed deep inside.

Bahasa Indonesia resurrection

7:03pm: still in the office and just concluded Bahasa Indonesia lessons. Mads and I got a new teacher because the first one fired us for missing a lot of classes. And I mean A LOT. We were terrible students, not by choice, but by circumstance.

Revenues and product launches first, over and above anything.

As part of my effort to reclaim my personal time, I need to be hell-bent on attending the classes twice a week.

Let's see how far we can go.

Todo-effort na 'to!

Musings on a Sunday morning – version 2011

Dreams…

are manifestations of a hidden fear or a subconscious desire. You may be in denial during your waking moments but dreams have a way of filling you in on what’s in the recesses of your mind.

Denial is a river in Egypt. But a dream can actually be the hardest reality that you dare not face when you’re awake.

Personal space

I have a lot of it. I need a lot of it. I cry foul when I feel it’s inadvertently penetrated. I like my quiet moments when I get lost in contemplation. These days, a period of silence is hard to come by. If I am elusive, it only means I want to retreat into my own corner. I am elusive because I choose to be.

All I’m asking for is a little bit of space – a few hours or so can already recharge my batteries. That’s not asking for too much, isn’t it?

Reclaiming what’s mine

Before I officially hit Loserville, ‘thought I needed to make the effort to get my Me Time back. Last year, I wrote less, I read less. I visited blogs less. It may well be attributable to the World Citizenship transition, but still, it’s not an excuse. The move should not have been too daunting – enough to stall me from writing.

And I realized… all my blog entries are about work! I lost my mojo.

I intend to get it back!

I miss keyboard-pounding. Not for presos but just for me – no matter how trite and trivial.

I should do this more often.

Really.