The Art of Compromise…sa totoong buhay.

Powtek. Andami ko pang gustong gawin!

Dati akala ko, as i grow older and get to finally do those things i wanted to do when i was younger, mababawasan na yung “to do” list ko. MALI pala.

Kabaliktaran yung nangyari.

In fact, yung “to do list” ko, naging “to do album” na! Hehehe…huhuhu… haaaays 😦

Ang masama pa nito, di hamak na mas maraming “impediments” ngayon sa pag-fulfill ko ng lahat ng goals ko sa buhay… well, compared sa mga impediments na kinaharap ko nung bata pa ako.

[NOTE: walang negative meaning yung term na “impediments” dito. Baka may magalit pa. Hehehe. Saka normal lang naman yun, di ba? The older you get, the more “baggages” in life you accumulate. Teka… wala ring negative akong implied sa “baggages” ha? Demmit! Itigil ko na nga itong paggamit ng euphemisms na ganito.]

Mabalik ako sa sinasabi ko… andami ko pa ring gustong gawin! Sana magawa ko na lahat ito bagobago madagdagan ulit yung lista. πŸ™‚

  • Gusto kong maisama sa byahe abroad ang Pamilya ko. Sina Dear Dawter (DD), BebehBoi (BB) at Nanay Ni Dear Dawter (NNDD). Ako lang kasi ang byahe ng byahe. Unfair, di ba?
  • Gusto kong magkaroon ng Big Bike. Kasi big ako at hindi sa’kin bagay ang scooter. Ang kaso, di ako marunong mag-motor. Pa’no kaya yun?
  • Gusto kong magkaroon ng Bahay na Bato. Yung tipong mga bahay sa Vigan. Pero modern amenities sa loob, shemps. Magkano kaya ang ganun?
  • Gusto kong magkaroon ng VW Kombi Van. Kasi, deep inside, Hippie talaga ako. Kaso, mag-motor nga hindi ako marunong, mag-drive pa?! Demmit.
  • Gusto kong buhayin ang Mountain Bike ko. Eto kaya kong patakbuhin. Hehehe…
  • Gusto kong magkaroon ng Shotgun (hindi AK-47 ha!). Ewan ko ba. Hindi na talaga ako secure sa lipunan natin ngayon. Kaya tuturuan ko din si NNDD kung paano gamitin yung Shotgun.
  • Gusto kong magpapayat (Honga pala… muntik ko nang makalimutan ‘to. Hehehe)
  • Gusto kong i-tour ang Burma. Pero solo muna, mahirap isama ang pamilya sa “iffy” na lugar.

etcetera… etcetera… etcetera… πŸ™‚

The Art of Compromise…sa totoong buhay.

Personality Audit 2011

Nakalimutan ko na kung sinong henyo yung nagsabi nahappy is the man who knows who he Β really is and is, nevertheless, still content pero agreeng-agree ako sa kanya. As in.

Minsan kasi, merong mga bagay tungkol sa atin na, when we think about it… are really nothing to be proud of.

Baka nga dapat pa nating ikahiya.

Pero baka lang naman. Shempre, depende na sa tao yun — kung ikahihiya nga niya yung ilang personality quirks niya o dedma lang. Nobody’s perfect, right?

Ewan sa inyo, pero after 40 years of confronting who I really am, medyo tanggap ko na ang mga flaws ko. In fact, hindi ko na ikinahihiyang isambulat ito sa ibang tao (basta atin-atin lang ha? hehehe)

Mga realidad ng aking pagkatao (presented in as diplomatic and least-incriminating a manner as possible):

  • Medyo Obssessive ako at times
  • Ang hina ng Self-Control ko.
  • Nagtatanim ako ng Sama ng Loob.
  • I Rationalize everything.
  • Maikli ang Attention Span ko.
  • Alak ang laging sagot ko sa Stress.
  • Takot ako sa Commitment.
  • Addicted ako sa Kanin.
  • Mahilig akong Pumitik ng “Souvenir.”
  • Allergic ako sa Exercise.
  • Racist at Sexist pa din ako.
  • I Lie when it’s convenient to do so.

Ayan. That’s my kinda Dark Side chorva.

‘La lang.

Kayo… ever confronted your Evil Within? πŸ™‚

Personality Audit 2011

Of Bombs, Buses and Responsible Blogging.

Being a relatively late convert to blogging, I can’t help but be amazed at how technology has changed in the past 10-15 years… not only Information Technology but technology in general.

When I was growing up the following were the norm:

  • Black and white TVs with only 2 channels (no remotes)
  • AM Radios
  • Party-lines on telephones
  • Betamax and Audio Casette tapes
  • Smoking in air-conditioned cinemas was allowed
  • Big 1 Peso coins
  • Aircon-less taxis and buses were the majority
  • There was only 1 SM store
  • No LRTs/MRTs yet
  • The Mantrade Flyover was the first of its kind in the country
  • Imee Marcos was still in college

Yes, I’m old na. I Know πŸ™‚

So you can imagine the feeling of wonder and excitement (and apprehension, I’ll admit) I felt with the advent of personal computers, overhead projectors (and, later, LCD projectors) CDs (and, later, VCDs and DVDs), cellular phones, digital music… and, best of all — the INTERNET!

I can go on and on about how the Internet has, for better or for worse, vastly expanded the reach of any individual lucky enough to have access to it. But one thing’s for sure… this tool has its — obvious and not so obvious — pitfalls.

Shempre, nasa sa atin na yung pagtitiyak na maayos ang kondukta natin bilang isang blogger. But these guidelines might help:

The Blogger’s Code of Conduct (as proposed by Tim O’Reilly)

  1. Take responsibility not just for your own words, but for the comments you allow on your blog.
  2. Label your tolerance level for abusive comments.
  3. Consider eliminating anonymous comments.
  4. Ignore theΒ trolls (bloggers picking fights and spreading malicious rumours).
  5. Take the conversation offline, and talk directly, or find an intermediary who can do so.
  6. If you know someone who is behaving badly, tell them so.
  7. Don’t say anything online that you wouldn’t say in person.

To these, I’ll add a #8 — Ensure that the contents of your actual blog post match the topic implied by its title πŸ™‚

Of Bombs, Buses and Responsible Blogging.

The Big Four-Oh. Kwarenta na Akow. Nakow!

Yan na nga ba’ng sinasabi ko eh… darating at darating din ang araw na ‘to.

The big Four-Oh. Kwarenta. Forty.

Sabi ng iba, Life begins daw at this age.

Pero ewan ko lang ha…

Parang depende kasi yun on how you lived your life prior to becoming forty.

So it’s either you’re at the half-way point of your life na (kasi you’re gonna live till the ripe old age of 80)

OR

nasa 2/3rdth stage ka na ng buhay mo (pagkat hanggang 60 ka na lang talaga)!

Powtek.

Makapag-bisikleta’t diet na nga ulit.

And oh… Happy Birthday to Me pala. Pagupit ka na ng pangarap mong Mohawk! πŸ™‚

The Big Four-Oh. Kwarenta na Akow. Nakow!