I've strived hard to catch the bus early instead of resorting to trains at 7am. The supposed convenience of the newly-opened Circle Line has been sabotaged by cutting trips which meamt more walking, more chasing. Via bus, it'll just take me a walk-bus-walk-shuttle-walk routine. With train, it's bus-walk-train-transfer-train-walk-shuttle-walk. And time difference is quite negligible. The only catch with the direct bus is that I have no right to tell the alarm, "5 more minutes". So, I'm back... with my first old routine, bus to work.
Let's see, it's probably about my 50th day at new work today. Grasping the nature of my new function has been getting better and better everyday which gives me spare confidence to do other stuff that touches my creativity and thirst for new learning. Yesterday, I got to stumble upon bonjour.com which is just good for semi-beginners like me. French is not that difficult to learn. I used to spend my time with another French language tutorial site way back probably early 2008 and got amused with how I find it's little similarity with Kapampangan. French has silent H.
Recently, I've started scribbling Katakana again. I wonder if My Hiragana is still as good. I must start saving for Japan 2011 for sakuras in bloom. By then, I should be able to communicate with the locals there. That spells fun!
I'm still considering time allotment for Spanish since it's the easiest among the three languages I currently have interest on. I probably should get membership at the public library for audiobooks tomorrow.
So you may ask, why this new learning and all? Well if I want to take the course of life called Travel, I'm making New Language as a pre-requisite for a more effective and enjoyable Travel. Add to that another pre-req course of creativity called Photography. Oh Nikon. Sigh, life is not that cheap huh, most of the time.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Zaftig and Sub Rosa
Weekend, pronounced as wēk-end, is the shortest possible period when one can have time solely for herself, at long last, after the entire week with all the bustle at work, socialization of all sort, sleep that seems like nap, train chasing, etc, etc.
Coast to coast at East Coast Park before sunrise, 2-hour amateur cycling to Changi(!?) plus about an hour of nap during the bus ride going home and crisp danggit (dried siganid fish from Cebu, Philippines) in buttered fried rice completed the first half of my day. This is the Law of Cancellation, expend stored calories in order to give justification when you consume it back. Oh fats.
The rest of the day was spent as couch potato with the tv and lappytop. Most likely, which was actually the case, I was able to re-arrange my personal site and yes, now launching The Roseletter. Ain't as ravishing but at least it did meet my minimum for "presentable enough" standard. Temporarily, I shall let it sit as it is until I get to purchase the domain name and build my real own site.
I am quite glad that I remembered to browse thru m-w.com and get a glimpse of the Word of the Day and its 2-month-long archive. So the supposed glimpse ended up with Q time for learning new vocabulary - one of the things I missed doing. Of all the first batch of words, two of them were most appealing, zaftig which is pleasingly plump, and sub rosa meaning secretly. Any idea what caught my attention?
My interest with words and more words gave a mental spark for my ningas cogon Project 365. Yeah, why not portray the word of the day I learn everyday? That's two birds killed, with just a shot.
Coast to coast at East Coast Park before sunrise, 2-hour amateur cycling to Changi(!?) plus about an hour of nap during the bus ride going home and crisp danggit (dried siganid fish from Cebu, Philippines) in buttered fried rice completed the first half of my day. This is the Law of Cancellation, expend stored calories in order to give justification when you consume it back. Oh fats.
The rest of the day was spent as couch potato with the tv and lappytop. Most likely, which was actually the case, I was able to re-arrange my personal site and yes, now launching The Roseletter. Ain't as ravishing but at least it did meet my minimum for "presentable enough" standard. Temporarily, I shall let it sit as it is until I get to purchase the domain name and build my real own site.
I am quite glad that I remembered to browse thru m-w.com and get a glimpse of the Word of the Day and its 2-month-long archive. So the supposed glimpse ended up with Q time for learning new vocabulary - one of the things I missed doing. Of all the first batch of words, two of them were most appealing, zaftig which is pleasingly plump, and sub rosa meaning secretly. Any idea what caught my attention?
My interest with words and more words gave a mental spark for my ningas cogon Project 365. Yeah, why not portray the word of the day I learn everyday? That's two birds killed, with just a shot.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Major Revision
I've been intending to give my piece of web log another round of makeover. I so wanted to purchase a domain but I am not equipped with webhosting skills necessary to come up with an output extraordinaire. It'll just be a waste. So I just decided to mainly change my heading instead. Reasons for the makeover?
1. Blue squares and red swirls is storypeople's idea. If they get to know that I've been using their idea, I fear that I CAN be sued for violating intellectual property rights. I wonder if that is even valid or am I just a worry wart? I had intentions of emailing them though to discuss about it. Yet apparently, such discussion never happened.
2. Well, the heading is not as appropriate as it should be. "The important stuff, they never tell you..." but I'm blogging about it, well, not really all the time. Coz seriously I do not have to expose all those stuff that really matters. Should I?
3. I desire for something that's unique, something customized to perfectly suit me and give a good definition of me.
So tonight, photoshop will have all my time. I'd still be storypeople's fan anyways. :)
1. Blue squares and red swirls is storypeople's idea. If they get to know that I've been using their idea, I fear that I CAN be sued for violating intellectual property rights. I wonder if that is even valid or am I just a worry wart? I had intentions of emailing them though to discuss about it. Yet apparently, such discussion never happened.
2. Well, the heading is not as appropriate as it should be. "The important stuff, they never tell you..." but I'm blogging about it, well, not really all the time. Coz seriously I do not have to expose all those stuff that really matters. Should I?
3. I desire for something that's unique, something customized to perfectly suit me and give a good definition of me.
So tonight, photoshop will have all my time. I'd still be storypeople's fan anyways. :)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
My Toenails Are Blue and Beautiful
Classy flirt neon pink that completed the school of neon blue and green tiny fishes under Bohol waters, checked. Loud yet elegant indigo, checked. Today my toenails are painted with deep royal blue showcased amidst my skin tone. Or was it the dark color that made my fair complexion seem really fairer?
I am or was known to be one of the conventional who likes the neutral. I used to pick brown or beige as my preference for nail color. It looks neat, tidy and inconspicuous. Until one day, I decided yeah why not pick something else that looks refreshing, new and beautifully different?
I am or was known to be one of the conventional who likes the neutral. I used to pick brown or beige as my preference for nail color. It looks neat, tidy and inconspicuous. Until one day, I decided yeah why not pick something else that looks refreshing, new and beautifully different?
I Was A Schoolgirl
One of the most enjoyable daily routine is my 40-min bus ride going to work right before the ordinary yet phenomenal egg-yolk-like sun rises. Oh that makes me realize just now that my workplace, which is 3 or 4 train stations away from the World's Best Airport Of 2010 is the West.
So I'm seated in my favorite seat - 2nd deck of a double-decker bus, first row. Unfortunately, I'm in the aisle seat since window seat has been taken by this little schoolboy sleeping.
Little schoolboy reminds me of myself 15 years ago. I've been in maroon uniforms with tie, heavy bag with a lot of schoolbooks that I had to use trolley, I was so much of a kid then. Again, I'd be saying this - time fleets... That fast.
Pressing the fast-forward button, I'd be 40 in 15 years. If only I had known then what I know now, I'm probably wealthy already. But I was just an ordinary schoolgirl just like anyone else who only thought about play and study.
Oh well, this is probably the present's challenge, to learn from the past and change it. So that when I look back from the future, I don't have to look back with regrets and I-should-have's.
So I'm seated in my favorite seat - 2nd deck of a double-decker bus, first row. Unfortunately, I'm in the aisle seat since window seat has been taken by this little schoolboy sleeping.
Little schoolboy reminds me of myself 15 years ago. I've been in maroon uniforms with tie, heavy bag with a lot of schoolbooks that I had to use trolley, I was so much of a kid then. Again, I'd be saying this - time fleets... That fast.
Pressing the fast-forward button, I'd be 40 in 15 years. If only I had known then what I know now, I'm probably wealthy already. But I was just an ordinary schoolgirl just like anyone else who only thought about play and study.
Oh well, this is probably the present's challenge, to learn from the past and change it. So that when I look back from the future, I don't have to look back with regrets and I-should-have's.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Weekends!
I fail to develop passion at everything. Interest at routines, no matter how artsy, no matter how much they appeal to me, will fade eventually. Over time, I switch to something else.
When you don't know what your tastebuds are craving for but you're sure you're craving for something, go buffet. But buffets pave way to gluttony. Sinful.
I miss writing sensibly. I miss amateur photography. I miss sketches. I miss learning non-work-related.
I miss my nieces and nephews.
I want the beach.
And I want autumn 2011, since autumn 2010 isn't very possible. And I want it done on solo backpack.
I want a dog who'd always give me full and crave for my attention. Or a fat kitty whose cute annoyance make u find it actually adorable. Parang si Muning with a necklace ball sa baba ng block.
When you don't know what your tastebuds are craving for but you're sure you're craving for something, go buffet. But buffets pave way to gluttony. Sinful.
I miss writing sensibly. I miss amateur photography. I miss sketches. I miss learning non-work-related.
I miss my nieces and nephews.
I want the beach.
And I want autumn 2011, since autumn 2010 isn't very possible. And I want it done on solo backpack.
I want a dog who'd always give me full and crave for my attention. Or a fat kitty whose cute annoyance make u find it actually adorable. Parang si Muning with a necklace ball sa baba ng block.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
My Smiling Tummy
It has been known that I am capable of munching almost everything edible under the sun. And moon. ^^ And when I say almost, I really mean 'just almost' for there are exceptions of course which include buro, tamilok, to name a few and the most unthinkable exotic dishes.
For quite some time now in Singapore, so far these are the gastronomic delights that made my tummy smile. These are from my random thoughts, not in any known order.
1. Rosti
It's a Swiss dish made from the finest potatoes, shredded and fried together. Top the hot stuff with fresh sour cream and mmm mmm. Up to date, Marche gives the best rosti for me.
2. Saba Fish
It's that ordinary-looking fish served in Korean or Japanese restaurant or food court stalls. It's the same fish that makes you order for it over and over again.
3. Fried Salmon Skin
I think I kinda forgotten the taste. I got an idea! I want it to tickle my tastebuds again. Wisma Atria here I come for another round of buffet meal!
4. Fried Hokkien Mee
Food Republic. This is the best noodool for me.
5. Freshest Salmon Sashimiii
I la-la-love Jap food. Dai suki desu!
6. Prata
Two plain prata please! Until now I am not too sure what's the difference between fish and chicken curry sauce because whenever my prata is served I no longer care.
7. Pumpkin Soup by Spiral, Sofitel
When a very ordinary dish is served on the table, you find out that the taste? Exquisite. Now that is what you call cuisine! Just like how I appreciate people who can turn the ordinary into extraordinarily interesting, I give Spiral's pumpkin soup five stars.
8. Katong Seafood Laksa
I had traversed the long route to this remote stall in Paya Lebar infamous for its laksa. Seriously, the tiring walk and prolonged hunger was worth it.
9. Codfish Dish from Town Restaurant
Creamy, quite slimy but delicioso!
Random thoughts tell me I could just write again for part 2 in case I remember the rest of those that stuff my tummy and fill it smiling, just like this ^^. Til next time then!
For quite some time now in Singapore, so far these are the gastronomic delights that made my tummy smile. These are from my random thoughts, not in any known order.
1. Rosti
It's a Swiss dish made from the finest potatoes, shredded and fried together. Top the hot stuff with fresh sour cream and mmm mmm. Up to date, Marche gives the best rosti for me.
2. Saba Fish
It's that ordinary-looking fish served in Korean or Japanese restaurant or food court stalls. It's the same fish that makes you order for it over and over again.
3. Fried Salmon Skin
I think I kinda forgotten the taste. I got an idea! I want it to tickle my tastebuds again. Wisma Atria here I come for another round of buffet meal!
4. Fried Hokkien Mee
Food Republic. This is the best noodool for me.
5. Freshest Salmon Sashimiii
I la-la-love Jap food. Dai suki desu!
6. Prata
Two plain prata please! Until now I am not too sure what's the difference between fish and chicken curry sauce because whenever my prata is served I no longer care.
7. Pumpkin Soup by Spiral, Sofitel
When a very ordinary dish is served on the table, you find out that the taste? Exquisite. Now that is what you call cuisine! Just like how I appreciate people who can turn the ordinary into extraordinarily interesting, I give Spiral's pumpkin soup five stars.
8. Katong Seafood Laksa
I had traversed the long route to this remote stall in Paya Lebar infamous for its laksa. Seriously, the tiring walk and prolonged hunger was worth it.
9. Codfish Dish from Town Restaurant
Creamy, quite slimy but delicioso!
Random thoughts tell me I could just write again for part 2 in case I remember the rest of those that stuff my tummy and fill it smiling, just like this ^^. Til next time then!
Monday, April 5, 2010
I Blush Like A High School Kid
It's probably not that unusual that at midlife the kiddo-puppy-pseudo-love-current, or however you'd call that, a.k.a. kilig becomes alive on certain occasions. It surprises me and makes me feel weird. It amuses me. Really.
I'm new at work. So it's normal that you develop impressions to some new acquaintances. There goes. At least one among those new faces enters your attention span. Probably he dresses nicely, he communicates good, he looks kind and accomodating, he is that man that fits the depiction of being attractive. In a statement, he looks smart and is presentable enough.
It isn't that feeling of you wanting to go chase after him and go get him. But it can't be helped that he affects you in the littlest nice way. Office inspiration, we can put it that way.
Every week, I really mean at least once a week, we get to have this close encounter and I am ALWAYS caught offguard. And yes because I'm so-called guilty, I get too conscious. And it's seriously hilarious. It's outrageous!
First week. First day, I was introduced to the entire team. Among the hundreds of professional strangers, he was the only one who responded with a private message to actually welcome me, makes me think he's really a gent. On second thought, a lover of every woman, or some sort of in between. Or probably both. Whatever that is, he surely does affect me. Laugh out loud.
On the same week, our subteams had lunch together. I was one of those who hitched in his car. Everyone let me sit in front, beside the driver, beside this guy. He was very welcoming along the long route until we finished the meal. Nope, not that I am overreacting but I simply just recognize the warm gesture.
Second week. I was at the Security Office, near the back entrance. Since I'm done with my business, I was heading downstairs. Suddenly, some unrecognizable to quite familiar looking creature gazed up. How I hated that. I wore the uncomfy outfit that day. I probably looked like a bag of potato chips in pin-striped slacks and a never-complimenting gray knitted top. We exchanged hi's. Imagine that. I strived to walk away from his direction.
Third week. Lunchtime. Lunchmates and I were giggling and loud-laughing over the Anne nip slip issue which went to a whole lot of gross and gruesome topics. Line-of-sight, from the glare of the noontime sun, there appeared a gallant man. It's him again. He probably had seen my tonsils! His pokerface stare could melt me. But I was too embarassed that I pretended I didn't see him.
Fourth week. Seminar. I sure saw him during the free lunch but pretended to not see him. I was in loose pants, brown collared shirt and ESD shoes that felt like rubber shoes. Ragged Thursday eh. I was thinking there was no way for close encounters since the day was ending soon. The speaker handed us, the audience some new innovation gadget. First person passed to the next person to the third until to the guy before me who sat just behind me. He touched me in the shoulders with the intent to hand me the thing. I was just interested with the gadget so I simply took it from his hand without looking who he was. A few minutes before the talk ended, I looked at my back. In a twitch of an eye, looked back again. It was. Him. Heh. I was slouching on my chair, pulling up my tiny socks because my ESD shoes kept on eating it down, crossing my legs like a man, moving my legs and feet like a man, the whole time he sat there.
Gah.
Hindi ko na sya crush. Super turned off na sya sakin. Hahaha.
I'm new at work. So it's normal that you develop impressions to some new acquaintances. There goes. At least one among those new faces enters your attention span. Probably he dresses nicely, he communicates good, he looks kind and accomodating, he is that man that fits the depiction of being attractive. In a statement, he looks smart and is presentable enough.
It isn't that feeling of you wanting to go chase after him and go get him. But it can't be helped that he affects you in the littlest nice way. Office inspiration, we can put it that way.
Every week, I really mean at least once a week, we get to have this close encounter and I am ALWAYS caught offguard. And yes because I'm so-called guilty, I get too conscious. And it's seriously hilarious. It's outrageous!
First week. First day, I was introduced to the entire team. Among the hundreds of professional strangers, he was the only one who responded with a private message to actually welcome me, makes me think he's really a gent. On second thought, a lover of every woman, or some sort of in between. Or probably both. Whatever that is, he surely does affect me. Laugh out loud.
On the same week, our subteams had lunch together. I was one of those who hitched in his car. Everyone let me sit in front, beside the driver, beside this guy. He was very welcoming along the long route until we finished the meal. Nope, not that I am overreacting but I simply just recognize the warm gesture.
Second week. I was at the Security Office, near the back entrance. Since I'm done with my business, I was heading downstairs. Suddenly, some unrecognizable to quite familiar looking creature gazed up. How I hated that. I wore the uncomfy outfit that day. I probably looked like a bag of potato chips in pin-striped slacks and a never-complimenting gray knitted top. We exchanged hi's. Imagine that. I strived to walk away from his direction.
Third week. Lunchtime. Lunchmates and I were giggling and loud-laughing over the Anne nip slip issue which went to a whole lot of gross and gruesome topics. Line-of-sight, from the glare of the noontime sun, there appeared a gallant man. It's him again. He probably had seen my tonsils! His pokerface stare could melt me. But I was too embarassed that I pretended I didn't see him.
Fourth week. Seminar. I sure saw him during the free lunch but pretended to not see him. I was in loose pants, brown collared shirt and ESD shoes that felt like rubber shoes. Ragged Thursday eh. I was thinking there was no way for close encounters since the day was ending soon. The speaker handed us, the audience some new innovation gadget. First person passed to the next person to the third until to the guy before me who sat just behind me. He touched me in the shoulders with the intent to hand me the thing. I was just interested with the gadget so I simply took it from his hand without looking who he was. A few minutes before the talk ended, I looked at my back. In a twitch of an eye, looked back again. It was. Him. Heh. I was slouching on my chair, pulling up my tiny socks because my ESD shoes kept on eating it down, crossing my legs like a man, moving my legs and feet like a man, the whole time he sat there.
Gah.
Hindi ko na sya crush. Super turned off na sya sakin. Hahaha.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I am 24
I am 24, turning 25 in two months. Technological innovations and social networking comprise the world's current pop culture. There is the iPad - just launched yesterday in the US, the glassless 3D experience from Japan, and so on and so forth. And who can beat the popularity of Facebook in terms of cyberspace socialization? Well, this is my generation indeed.
For the nth time, I've temporarily deactivated my FB account. Reason is either I'm getting bored with it or I feel like I'm being too open with everyone. It's compromising my so-called enigmatic appeal.
Another reason perhaps is to refrain me from taking a peak at it from time to time. Instead of using the few minutes browsing my FB friends' realtime life events, why not spend it on my personality development. The internet has a myriad of websites providing sensible and useful information. I better be taking advantage of it.
I've decided that from now on, I should just be focusing on my goals. How superficial that seems! Focusing to achieve goals. We've been hearing or reading this phrase since time immemorial but it's only now that I've come to probe what it really means to me, how it is reflected in my semi-empty life.
I want to be a young manager? Then I should start now walking my way through it.
I want my soul refreshed daily? Then I should piously read my BibleUniverse.com.
I want new learning everyday? Then I should get my daily serving of general info without miss.
I've always told myself that with all the realizations presented by my environment and the people around me, I am lucky to be young. I have all the time I need to do the things that I want. And seriously, if I want to get these goals done, I have to sit, list it and get going... Now.
For the nth time, I've temporarily deactivated my FB account. Reason is either I'm getting bored with it or I feel like I'm being too open with everyone. It's compromising my so-called enigmatic appeal.
Another reason perhaps is to refrain me from taking a peak at it from time to time. Instead of using the few minutes browsing my FB friends' realtime life events, why not spend it on my personality development. The internet has a myriad of websites providing sensible and useful information. I better be taking advantage of it.
I've decided that from now on, I should just be focusing on my goals. How superficial that seems! Focusing to achieve goals. We've been hearing or reading this phrase since time immemorial but it's only now that I've come to probe what it really means to me, how it is reflected in my semi-empty life.
I want to be a young manager? Then I should start now walking my way through it.
I want my soul refreshed daily? Then I should piously read my BibleUniverse.com.
I want new learning everyday? Then I should get my daily serving of general info without miss.
I've always told myself that with all the realizations presented by my environment and the people around me, I am lucky to be young. I have all the time I need to do the things that I want. And seriously, if I want to get these goals done, I have to sit, list it and get going... Now.
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