it's like the copernican theory... sometimes, i feel like the center of the universe, through some misguided perspective. those are the times when i feel like the subject of a cruel joke.
such as the case with my flight yesterday to orlando...
i have children behind me kicking my seat. as if the mother next to them doesn't have eyes to see what her kids are doing. only until i ever so slightly glared at her and ask to have her children stop their annoying choice of pastime did she appear to sternly reprimand the unruly bunch. quite frankly, i don't give a damn if they're young and restless. somebody made a choice to bring them on this flight and damned if it will be me to suffer that consequence. i seem to be a magnet for children kicking my seat, whether on a plane or a movie theater or such...
and of course, there's the fat woman sitting next to me who's occupying space beyond the buffer zone. and because she happened to be sniffling, she had the overhead fan designated to her point to me, instead of simply closing it off. you know, she chose to be fat. why do i have to be more understanding of her condition than mine? i paid the same airfare as her. she should try to keep her body confined to the space outlined by her seat, instead of spreading into my area, which is small enough as it is. not once did she say excuse me. i feel like being crushed. i simply spread my legs some more and put my elbow into her arm rest. (why should she have two arm rests?) i'm not going to be generous to someone who doesn't have any care for me.
to top this off, there's the cab ride from the airport to the final destination. it so happens that the driver doesn't know the area well enough. he kept on asking for more information from the visiting out-of-towner... then he proceeds to blame the dispatcher whom he must have called two or three times, who at the nth call just simply refused to give more directions that he wasn't following anyway. we even asked a state trooper and he still managed to botch it up. if it wasn't christmas eve, i really would have been inclined to not pay any fare at all. frankly, he doesn't deserve it since he wasn't doing his job. why should i pay for someone's incompetence. really!
as you can see, the copernican theory was very in effect yesterday. very nice prelude to christmas eve...
i swear, people should be allowed to rant some more like this. there won't be so many people in therapy if people were allowed to express themselves.
as rage against the machine would say, and i'm probably taking it out of context, anger is a gift...
hmmmm.... i feel much better...
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
an eye for an eye
early today, the co-founder of one of the biggest and fiercest gangs in the nation was executed by lethal injection.
some say that the money spent to keep him alive was so much more than the cost to execute him. and some say that the lives he saved from his books and public speaking merited keeping him alive to continue his gang intervention work.
the law was executed and upheld.
is there a necessity or responsibility then to ask if we are entitled to take one's life, as much as we have the ability to create life?
some say that the money spent to keep him alive was so much more than the cost to execute him. and some say that the lives he saved from his books and public speaking merited keeping him alive to continue his gang intervention work.
the law was executed and upheld.
is there a necessity or responsibility then to ask if we are entitled to take one's life, as much as we have the ability to create life?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Habla Espanol
I've been taking a basic Spanish language class for about three months now. And while I enjoy it, I also wish I could absorb everything faster.
I think I can conjugate now at the rate of a three year old. I have some minimal grasp of a few verb forms. Listening to a normal conversation in Spanish is kinda like watching the Matrix... I can only see certain words.
verde. diez. casa. mesa. manzana. tio. tia. telefono. kuchara. nobio. nobia. ...
I've taken a liking to listening to the reggaeton radio station. La Calle, 105.9 (siento cinco punto nueve). While I still don't get anything that they're saying, I'm becoming at home with listening to the language. One of my goals is to be able to understand an entire Daddy Yankee song.
I try to ask some latino friends to translate some useful sentences and phrases.
English: "Wipe them out. All of them."
Spanish: "Maten los. Todos."
Sometimes, I try to come up with some more complex sentences.
Spanish: "Yo quiero a ver el New York Yankees ganar el Serie del Mundial."
English: "I want to watch the New York Yankees win the World Series."
It's most likely going to take several months (or years) more before I can actually listen to a conversation in Spanish and understand and respond to it immediately. It would be well worth it and amazing when that exact moment arrives for me.
Adios. Hasta luego.
I think I can conjugate now at the rate of a three year old. I have some minimal grasp of a few verb forms. Listening to a normal conversation in Spanish is kinda like watching the Matrix... I can only see certain words.
verde. diez. casa. mesa. manzana. tio. tia. telefono. kuchara. nobio. nobia. ...
I've taken a liking to listening to the reggaeton radio station. La Calle, 105.9 (siento cinco punto nueve). While I still don't get anything that they're saying, I'm becoming at home with listening to the language. One of my goals is to be able to understand an entire Daddy Yankee song.
I try to ask some latino friends to translate some useful sentences and phrases.
English: "Wipe them out. All of them."
Spanish: "Maten los. Todos."
Sometimes, I try to come up with some more complex sentences.
Spanish: "Yo quiero a ver el New York Yankees ganar el Serie del Mundial."
English: "I want to watch the New York Yankees win the World Series."
It's most likely going to take several months (or years) more before I can actually listen to a conversation in Spanish and understand and respond to it immediately. It would be well worth it and amazing when that exact moment arrives for me.
Adios. Hasta luego.
Monday, October 31, 2005
U2: The Unforgettable Show
Sunday. October 16, 2005. Wachovia Center in Philadelphia.
It's certainly a great disservice that I am only blogging now, two weeks after-the-fact, about the really awesome, phenomenal, and unforgettable show that U2 performed for generations of fans.
I thought U2 was great. And after seeing them live for the first time, I thought they were extraordinary. They blew me away. And they do this mind-blowing thing on average to 30,000 people a night on each stop.
They opened with City of Blinding Lights, which is my favorite song in the Dismantle album. It was quite a sight to see through the flood of lights a multitude of people singing and moving in unison. And the amazing music just kept on coming.
I was just so moved by different things in the concert. It was interesting to see generations of families enjoying one amazing moment. (I went with my husband Rolando, my sister Vanessa, and my friend Kathy.) They played practically the best of U2. (Or the Dismantle-Leave Behind-Joshua Tree tour...) I'm sure people might argue that they should have played this or that song, but hey, it was only a 2-hour show. U2 weaved in some worthy and noble issues, which was definitely very cool. Human rights. Poverty. War and Peace. Coexistence. I welcome influential people who actually use their influence for something good.
Sure they are very dramatic. They're professional entertainers. They're also amazing musicians. I just can't believe my ears, how great they sound. And when you put that together with the lights and visual displays, the theatrics, the messages, a very charismatic Bono and really the entire band, it was inspiring and beautiful.
Below is the song line-up. You should do yourself a favor and catch U2 live if you haven't done so. I can't imagine ever seeing a better live show.
-----------------
City of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
Elevation
Electric Co.
The Ocean
Still Haven’t Found What I'm Looking For
Beautiful Day
Miracle Drug
Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own
Love and Peace or Else
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bullet The Blue Sky
Miss Sarajevo
Pride (In the Name of Love)
Where the Streets Have No Name
One
First Time
Stuck in a Moment
Fast Cars
With or Without You
All Because of You
Yahweh
40
It's certainly a great disservice that I am only blogging now, two weeks after-the-fact, about the really awesome, phenomenal, and unforgettable show that U2 performed for generations of fans.
I thought U2 was great. And after seeing them live for the first time, I thought they were extraordinary. They blew me away. And they do this mind-blowing thing on average to 30,000 people a night on each stop.
They opened with City of Blinding Lights, which is my favorite song in the Dismantle album. It was quite a sight to see through the flood of lights a multitude of people singing and moving in unison. And the amazing music just kept on coming.
I was just so moved by different things in the concert. It was interesting to see generations of families enjoying one amazing moment. (I went with my husband Rolando, my sister Vanessa, and my friend Kathy.) They played practically the best of U2. (Or the Dismantle-Leave Behind-Joshua Tree tour...) I'm sure people might argue that they should have played this or that song, but hey, it was only a 2-hour show. U2 weaved in some worthy and noble issues, which was definitely very cool. Human rights. Poverty. War and Peace. Coexistence. I welcome influential people who actually use their influence for something good.
Sure they are very dramatic. They're professional entertainers. They're also amazing musicians. I just can't believe my ears, how great they sound. And when you put that together with the lights and visual displays, the theatrics, the messages, a very charismatic Bono and really the entire band, it was inspiring and beautiful.
Below is the song line-up. You should do yourself a favor and catch U2 live if you haven't done so. I can't imagine ever seeing a better live show.
-----------------
City of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
Elevation
Electric Co.
The Ocean
Still Haven’t Found What I'm Looking For
Beautiful Day
Miracle Drug
Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own
Love and Peace or Else
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bullet The Blue Sky
Miss Sarajevo
Pride (In the Name of Love)
Where the Streets Have No Name
One
First Time
Stuck in a Moment
Fast Cars
With or Without You
All Because of You
Yahweh
40
Friday, October 14, 2005
October Ends
Fall means only one thing for me and that is Yankees baseball.
And so October has come and gone with the Yankees collapse in the Division League series. So I go through 12 steps. Or 7. Whatever. Disbelief. Anger. Sadness. Indifference. Acceptance.
. . .
Everybody has already broken down what happened wrong and such. just watch or read it on ESPN or SI. Pitching. Clutch hitting. Defense. Predictions of trades, acquisitions, and firings. So on and so forth. I agree on some and disagree on others.
Even champions have off days. And so I look forward to spring and the start of another World Series season.
Let's go Yankees.
And so October has come and gone with the Yankees collapse in the Division League series. So I go through 12 steps. Or 7. Whatever. Disbelief. Anger. Sadness. Indifference. Acceptance.
. . .
Everybody has already broken down what happened wrong and such. just watch or read it on ESPN or SI. Pitching. Clutch hitting. Defense. Predictions of trades, acquisitions, and firings. So on and so forth. I agree on some and disagree on others.
Even champions have off days. And so I look forward to spring and the start of another World Series season.
Let's go Yankees.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Wrath of Mother Nature
Tsunami disaster in South Asia. Hurricane Katrina, Rita, etc. Wildfires in California. Earthquake in Pakistan.
Shall we dare incur more of nature's ire and drill Alaska?
The sky is falling. Really. Just look out your window.
Shall we dare incur more of nature's ire and drill Alaska?
The sky is falling. Really. Just look out your window.
Monday, September 12, 2005
September 11
Four years ago, I was in my mid-town office in New York, just a few minutes before 9am, when the events of September 11 began to unfold.
I got a call shortly after 9am from a then co-worker who happened to still be on his way to work. Nick asked me if I had heard about a small plane that just hit the World Trade Center. That was just about the most preposterous thing I have ever heard in my life. I dismissed the call and said I would check the internet.
I don't recall anymore at what point the office realized that what was happening was real. Mike's, my boss, apartment was just a few blocks away and we decided to watch the news there. I don't know if anybody can ever be prepared to see what has just transpired, let alone experience it. I was one of the lucky ones. I could have been in the PATH train and transferring to the New York subway at the World Trade Center.
At that point, the entire New York City was shut down. No buses and trains going in and out. That was just about a half-hour after I came to work.
Not long after, I decided to try to make it back to Jersey City. I heard that the ferries are running. I was able to get a hold of my husband Rolando to let him know that I was going to try to get to some friends who work in the City and make our way home.
I got a hold of my friend Pam and we proceeded to the ferry station in Chelsea Piers. That was about a 30-block walk. There was heavy military presence along the way, with a mass exodus of people in different states of confusion, disbelief, terror, and sorrow. I have never been in a war zone, and that was probably the closest I have been to one. Choppers and fighter planes buzzing. Soldiers with big weapons all lined up. People fleeing. The smoke and smell of a massive inferno.
It took a while to get on to the boat and to the other side, with thousands of people waiting to get to safety. I think it was close to 2pm before the ride that I was in docked in Weehawken where Rolando was waiting.
Right now, all I want to do is remember. For myself. For the fortunate ones. For those who perished.
There is more that I can say. And right now, all I'd like to do is to remember.
I got a call shortly after 9am from a then co-worker who happened to still be on his way to work. Nick asked me if I had heard about a small plane that just hit the World Trade Center. That was just about the most preposterous thing I have ever heard in my life. I dismissed the call and said I would check the internet.
I don't recall anymore at what point the office realized that what was happening was real. Mike's, my boss, apartment was just a few blocks away and we decided to watch the news there. I don't know if anybody can ever be prepared to see what has just transpired, let alone experience it. I was one of the lucky ones. I could have been in the PATH train and transferring to the New York subway at the World Trade Center.
At that point, the entire New York City was shut down. No buses and trains going in and out. That was just about a half-hour after I came to work.
Not long after, I decided to try to make it back to Jersey City. I heard that the ferries are running. I was able to get a hold of my husband Rolando to let him know that I was going to try to get to some friends who work in the City and make our way home.
I got a hold of my friend Pam and we proceeded to the ferry station in Chelsea Piers. That was about a 30-block walk. There was heavy military presence along the way, with a mass exodus of people in different states of confusion, disbelief, terror, and sorrow. I have never been in a war zone, and that was probably the closest I have been to one. Choppers and fighter planes buzzing. Soldiers with big weapons all lined up. People fleeing. The smoke and smell of a massive inferno.
It took a while to get on to the boat and to the other side, with thousands of people waiting to get to safety. I think it was close to 2pm before the ride that I was in docked in Weehawken where Rolando was waiting.
Right now, all I want to do is remember. For myself. For the fortunate ones. For those who perished.
There is more that I can say. And right now, all I'd like to do is to remember.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Entourage
My favorite new show has closed for the season! I only watched the Season 2 finale for maybe 3-4 times now since it aired last Sunday.
Entourage is about a rising actor, Vincent Chase, who brings his friends along for the ride. Vince and his posse, Eric the manager/best friend, Drama the brother, and Turtle the goofball friend, are trying to make it big together in Hollywood. Adding to the hilarious mix is Ari Gold, the hyperactive superagent. Ari's actually my favorite character in the show.
When you boil it down to the simplest terms, it's not hard to see why this show is so interesting. Everyone wants to make it big and succeed. Everyone has dreamed of being a famous actor, complete with all the trappings and misadventures. And it's about friends sticking up for each other.
Perhaps when I become a PR powerhouse, I'll bring my own entourage. Although I want one right now...
Entourage is about a rising actor, Vincent Chase, who brings his friends along for the ride. Vince and his posse, Eric the manager/best friend, Drama the brother, and Turtle the goofball friend, are trying to make it big together in Hollywood. Adding to the hilarious mix is Ari Gold, the hyperactive superagent. Ari's actually my favorite character in the show.
When you boil it down to the simplest terms, it's not hard to see why this show is so interesting. Everyone wants to make it big and succeed. Everyone has dreamed of being a famous actor, complete with all the trappings and misadventures. And it's about friends sticking up for each other.
Perhaps when I become a PR powerhouse, I'll bring my own entourage. Although I want one right now...
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Biking
Hey you get another blog today! Hehehe.
My friend Shanna (who actually did the entire Ford triathlon - you go girl!), was kind enough to lend me a bike... I think she's trying to get me to do a tri...
Here's my first venture in a long while to do some biking. From my sisters' place to mine. It's about 4 miles...
Anything is possible.
My friend Shanna (who actually did the entire Ford triathlon - you go girl!), was kind enough to lend me a bike... I think she's trying to get me to do a tri...
Here's my first venture in a long while to do some biking. From my sisters' place to mine. It's about 4 miles...
Anything is possible.
Ford New York City Triathlon
I really must stop doing this "post after a month or two" thing. Way long overdue.
So I ran 10k as part of a triathlon relay team (Speed Racers!) at the Ford New York City Triathlon last July 10th at Central Park. My time was 1:06:02. About 6 whole minutes faster than my last run! (eat my 6-minute dust...) Our team time was 3:26:09.
Yet again, I had a blast. It's quite an experience being with all the participants. The swimmers in particular are a sight to behold. Jumping right into the Hudson river at 6:30 in the morning... The triathletes are just mind boggling. Talk about the will to endure...
Just wanted to share the moment. See you again at the finish line.
Me flashing my medal with my hubby Rolando.
Me with my Speed Racers teammates Eppie (swim) and Nan (bike).
So I ran 10k as part of a triathlon relay team (Speed Racers!) at the Ford New York City Triathlon last July 10th at Central Park. My time was 1:06:02. About 6 whole minutes faster than my last run! (eat my 6-minute dust...) Our team time was 3:26:09.
Yet again, I had a blast. It's quite an experience being with all the participants. The swimmers in particular are a sight to behold. Jumping right into the Hudson river at 6:30 in the morning... The triathletes are just mind boggling. Talk about the will to endure...
Just wanted to share the moment. See you again at the finish line.
Me flashing my medal with my hubby Rolando.
Me with my Speed Racers teammates Eppie (swim) and Nan (bike).
Monday, July 04, 2005
10K
Well, it only took me about a month to post this. I completed my first 10k road race last June 11 in the Newport 10,000 in Jersey City.
I clocked in at 1:12:01. Not bad. Not spectacular either. Just decent. It's a good first run for me because I got a good idea of what I can accomplish. After the run, I immediately knew that I could definitely run faster than that.
A couple of things I learned.
One. Running breaks one's preconceptions of people. Younger does not necessarily mean faster or slower... among other notions. It's a humbling experience.
Two. Running is definitely as much mental as it is physical. I experienced challenging my own will. Even before I got to my first my mile, my mind was starting to dissuade my body from keeping on moving. I probably talked to myself all through 10k (6.2mi). Of course, the rest of the way, I listened to the voice that said to keep going and finish the race.
Three. It is important to have people encourage you. I saw my husband Rolando and my sister cheering along the way. I ran by my brother as hew as going over to a friend's place. There were strangers who were clapping and sharing comforting words. "You know you're gonna make it right?" I managed a weak nod and smile as I ran by. My friend and trainer Akil had some great advice to give me right before the run, which I tried to keep in mind, in between talking to myself...
On to my next race. July 10 with the NYC Ford Triathlon. Well, I'm with a relay team, and I'm running the 10k leg. Not quite ready to jump off the river, literally.
Friday, May 27, 2005
So much for 30...
Okay, so my 30th has come and gone. Well, I have an entire year to be 30, so I'm giving myself some time.
Tomorrow, I'll be enjoying a facial with my hubby Rolando! That's good news. My face has been suffering through a stressful (and I'm glad it's finally over) election season. (If you didn't know yet, I do PR for the mayor of Jersey City. He recently got reelected.)
I have somehow learned to swim a bit. That was on my wish list. I need to keep it up so I don't lose it. In about two weeks, I'll be running my first 10k race. (That's also on my wish list.) Then a month after that, I'll be running the 10k leg in a triathlon team. This should be awesome. I've been running on and off, being a slave to "my schedule." This is probably where discipline should come in. Perhaps my focus for my 30th year and onward is having a healthy lifestyle... Hmmm....
I still have a lot on my wish list, and I feel confident on fulfilling them. It's probably too late for me too worry about getting old. Besides, it won't be much help for my new healthy lifestyle. =)
Here's something I'm stealing.
May I never be limited by small ideas. And may I always expand myself through the magnitude of my dreams...
Tomorrow, I'll be enjoying a facial with my hubby Rolando! That's good news. My face has been suffering through a stressful (and I'm glad it's finally over) election season. (If you didn't know yet, I do PR for the mayor of Jersey City. He recently got reelected.)
I have somehow learned to swim a bit. That was on my wish list. I need to keep it up so I don't lose it. In about two weeks, I'll be running my first 10k race. (That's also on my wish list.) Then a month after that, I'll be running the 10k leg in a triathlon team. This should be awesome. I've been running on and off, being a slave to "my schedule." This is probably where discipline should come in. Perhaps my focus for my 30th year and onward is having a healthy lifestyle... Hmmm....
I still have a lot on my wish list, and I feel confident on fulfilling them. It's probably too late for me too worry about getting old. Besides, it won't be much help for my new healthy lifestyle. =)
Here's something I'm stealing.
May I never be limited by small ideas. And may I always expand myself through the magnitude of my dreams...
Monday, April 25, 2005
The Ikea Twilight Zone
I recently purchased a wardrobe closet from Ikea, so the occasion called for that I be there two weekends in a row. First to walk through the maze and pick my item of choice. Second to pick up the item, since I didn't want to pay for the exorbitant delivery charges.
I must say, they've built Ikea like a maze, maybe even a prison. So it was particularly aggravating to go back there the second time. I wish I didn't make the mistake of going up and had gone straight to the back, poor misinformed me. Everyone's like a mice trudging through from one show room to another. I kept on saying how the building should have been built like "snakes and ladders", so I can snake or ladder my way down, instead of waiting behind so many lemmings... Sorry, that's how the crowd looked like.
On another note, after going through that ordeal, I started building this colossal wardrobe. There were so many nuts, bolts, screws, wood, bars, yada yada yada, that I could have paid a carpenter to simply build my closet. I've been building it for two weekends now. Though I feel a sense of accomplishment, Ikea should really put disclaimers saying it takes so many hours, drills, screwdrivers, and hammers to put these monsters together.
While my sisters like Ikea shopping (or perhaps sightseeing) so much, I don't think the store lives up to the hype...
I must say, they've built Ikea like a maze, maybe even a prison. So it was particularly aggravating to go back there the second time. I wish I didn't make the mistake of going up and had gone straight to the back, poor misinformed me. Everyone's like a mice trudging through from one show room to another. I kept on saying how the building should have been built like "snakes and ladders", so I can snake or ladder my way down, instead of waiting behind so many lemmings... Sorry, that's how the crowd looked like.
On another note, after going through that ordeal, I started building this colossal wardrobe. There were so many nuts, bolts, screws, wood, bars, yada yada yada, that I could have paid a carpenter to simply build my closet. I've been building it for two weekends now. Though I feel a sense of accomplishment, Ikea should really put disclaimers saying it takes so many hours, drills, screwdrivers, and hammers to put these monsters together.
While my sisters like Ikea shopping (or perhaps sightseeing) so much, I don't think the store lives up to the hype...
Saturday, April 16, 2005
The Birthday Wish List
It's never too early or too much to ask for what you want. Here's some things I'm looking forward to doing, having, or being in my birthday month...
- Be completely fun, free, and fearless. (f3) It's a moment. I'll know when it hits me.
- Watch the Yankees. They play Boston and Seattle in May.
- Skydive.
- See Mama Mia the musical. What can I say, I'm an Abba fan.
- Change my last name to Lavarro. After a year, I should have time to do this now.
- Eat crabs. No, I 'm not just going to go to Pathmark.
- Write 10 new poems or creative anything. Damn, I got to get cracking on this.
- Run 10k in 50 minutes. Again, got to get moving on this.
- Tread water for 15 minutes. Swim. There's so much training in this list.
- Do something extraordinary for others.
This is a list in progress. Progress is good.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Perfect Day
It's interesting how the weather can have so much impact on everything.
This past weekend, I could have sworn that I could just do anything. The sky was an endless blue. The sun was warm and bright. That alone had me feeling almost invincible, like nothing could go wrong.
I enjoyed the simple pleasure of driving with the top down. Okay, I wasn't exactly driving. I was cruising on the passenger side.
I was simply amazed by how ecstatic I was to step into a day like that. For no other reason than the sun was blazing, not a cloud in sight, and my eyes could rest on the endless blue above.
I like stepping out the door and just being happy.
This past weekend, I could have sworn that I could just do anything. The sky was an endless blue. The sun was warm and bright. That alone had me feeling almost invincible, like nothing could go wrong.
I enjoyed the simple pleasure of driving with the top down. Okay, I wasn't exactly driving. I was cruising on the passenger side.
I was simply amazed by how ecstatic I was to step into a day like that. For no other reason than the sun was blazing, not a cloud in sight, and my eyes could rest on the endless blue above.
I like stepping out the door and just being happy.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Year One
Well. A year of blogging has published itself into existence. Conceived March 23, 2004.
It's been great just being able to go with the flow and articulate myself in whatever manner called me at a moment. Whether through a poem I wrote. A poem someone else wrote. Pictures. Rants and Raves. Musings.
Year One. Let's see what Number Two brings.
It's been great just being able to go with the flow and articulate myself in whatever manner called me at a moment. Whether through a poem I wrote. A poem someone else wrote. Pictures. Rants and Raves. Musings.
Year One. Let's see what Number Two brings.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Tagore
Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls; ...
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the
dreary desert sand of dead habit; ...
Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake.
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls; ...
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the
dreary desert sand of dead habit; ...
Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Howard Dean
"I represent the Democratic wing of the Democratic party!"
. . .
Howard Dean recently spoke at a state Democratic function in New Jersey. I wish I could have been there to soak in his presence.
I admire and am inspired by that man, Howard Dean. I still remember the 2004 Democratic primary, volunteering in New Hampshire with Rolando in the midst of freezing winter. It's simply one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. Despite loathing winter, I walked door to door, stood in the bitter cold, frost bitten, endured apathy and suspicion from people, because of that man. I believed he could make a difference and I simply wanted to be part of that.
When Dean spoke, the people he touched were infused with courage, pride, integrity, and passion. His entire being spoke authentically and with a vision that simply wants to do good by and for everyone. It was like living in the highest ideal. The faithful just wanted to follow and deliver his message.
One does not have to live in fear, hopelessness, and cynicism.
. . .
Howard Dean recently spoke at a state Democratic function in New Jersey. I wish I could have been there to soak in his presence.
I admire and am inspired by that man, Howard Dean. I still remember the 2004 Democratic primary, volunteering in New Hampshire with Rolando in the midst of freezing winter. It's simply one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. Despite loathing winter, I walked door to door, stood in the bitter cold, frost bitten, endured apathy and suspicion from people, because of that man. I believed he could make a difference and I simply wanted to be part of that.
When Dean spoke, the people he touched were infused with courage, pride, integrity, and passion. His entire being spoke authentically and with a vision that simply wants to do good by and for everyone. It was like living in the highest ideal. The faithful just wanted to follow and deliver his message.
One does not have to live in fear, hopelessness, and cynicism.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Salsa
Rolando and I had salsa lessons last night. I have been waiting for this for some time now. I really admire the flare, grace, and excitement of the dance. A few thoughts ran through my head as we went through our lesson...
... This could be a lot of fun if the man knows how to lead the woman.
... If the man can't lead, then there's really no dancing going on.
... It must have been a man who invented this dance.
... Takes and builds good chemistry between partners.
... I find it challenging to follow. Particularly when I know or I think I know what is supposed to come next.
... My kind of dance. Passionate. Hot.
I just want to be lost in the moment.
... This could be a lot of fun if the man knows how to lead the woman.
... If the man can't lead, then there's really no dancing going on.
... It must have been a man who invented this dance.
... Takes and builds good chemistry between partners.
... I find it challenging to follow. Particularly when I know or I think I know what is supposed to come next.
... My kind of dance. Passionate. Hot.
I just want to be lost in the moment.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Jackknifed
2 : to turn and form an angle of 90 degrees or less with each other -- used especially of a tractor-trailer combination
Yesterday, I finally learned what "jackknifed" means while listening to the traffic report. I've always thought it was just some type of trailer, a mechanical term that I have an idea of but don't have a real need to understand. Like a 4X4 or all-wheel drive. A jackknifed tractor-trailer.
For whatever reason, the reporter simply explained what it was, which nobody ever does. I didn't even know that I didn't know what it meant...
I'd like to uncover more blindspots that would actually be useful in my life.
Yesterday, I finally learned what "jackknifed" means while listening to the traffic report. I've always thought it was just some type of trailer, a mechanical term that I have an idea of but don't have a real need to understand. Like a 4X4 or all-wheel drive. A jackknifed tractor-trailer.
For whatever reason, the reporter simply explained what it was, which nobody ever does. I didn't even know that I didn't know what it meant...
I'd like to uncover more blindspots that would actually be useful in my life.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Mind and Body
This past weekend, my mind gave up on me before my body could even figure out what it's capable of. After barely running a mile, I was talking myself out of doing my long distance weekend run, which at this point is now at 4-5 miles each time out.
"The wind is too gusty." "It's too cold." "I'm so thirsty." "I'd rather be sleeping." The voices in my head were turned on way too loud that day.
Perhaps if I can quiet my mind for at least an hour or two, I'd get more accomplished. Running. Work. Relaxing. Anything.
Hmmm... that concept of peace of mind just became so clear and fascinating.
"The wind is too gusty." "It's too cold." "I'm so thirsty." "I'd rather be sleeping." The voices in my head were turned on way too loud that day.
Perhaps if I can quiet my mind for at least an hour or two, I'd get more accomplished. Running. Work. Relaxing. Anything.
Hmmm... that concept of peace of mind just became so clear and fascinating.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Politics and Government
Politics.
3 a : political affairs or business; especially : competition between competing interest groups or individuals for power and leadership (as in a government) b : political life especially as a principal activity or profession c : political activities characterized by artful and often dishonest practices
Government.
5 a : the organization, machinery, or agency through which a political unit exercises authority and performs functions and which is usually classified according to the distribution of power within it b : the complex of political institutions, laws, and customs through which the function of governing is carried out
I work for the government. I work for the Mayor of Jersey City. I promote the Mayor and his work, that is what I do. None of the definitions above though can even come close to what is good (or the possibilities) about being of service to others. I suppose I can't ask for heart from a dictionary definition.
While my function does not pertain to directly servicing people, I do have that desire to make a difference. Outside of work, Rolando and I are amongst a small group of young Filipino Americans in Jersey City (I may venture to say even in a larger demographic...) who are out to cause something good in our community.
There is a part of me, that competitive side of me, who is very intrigued by the "political" process, of forming alliances, developing strategies, creating allegiances and followings, running campaigns, and aiming to be always on the winning side. It scares me to think of how one maintains integrity and respect, instead of just being a pawn in some game.
I ponder and caution myself every now and then not to get sucked into that part of politics that is "characterized by artful and often dishonest practices." Not just to avoid it for my own sake, but to provide a new or different perception of one who engages in public service, who actually has the concerns of the people at heart.
3 a : political affairs or business; especially : competition between competing interest groups or individuals for power and leadership (as in a government) b : political life especially as a principal activity or profession c : political activities characterized by artful and often dishonest practices
Government.
5 a : the organization, machinery, or agency through which a political unit exercises authority and performs functions and which is usually classified according to the distribution of power within it b : the complex of political institutions, laws, and customs through which the function of governing is carried out
I work for the government. I work for the Mayor of Jersey City. I promote the Mayor and his work, that is what I do. None of the definitions above though can even come close to what is good (or the possibilities) about being of service to others. I suppose I can't ask for heart from a dictionary definition.
While my function does not pertain to directly servicing people, I do have that desire to make a difference. Outside of work, Rolando and I are amongst a small group of young Filipino Americans in Jersey City (I may venture to say even in a larger demographic...) who are out to cause something good in our community.
There is a part of me, that competitive side of me, who is very intrigued by the "political" process, of forming alliances, developing strategies, creating allegiances and followings, running campaigns, and aiming to be always on the winning side. It scares me to think of how one maintains integrity and respect, instead of just being a pawn in some game.
I ponder and caution myself every now and then not to get sucked into that part of politics that is "characterized by artful and often dishonest practices." Not just to avoid it for my own sake, but to provide a new or different perception of one who engages in public service, who actually has the concerns of the people at heart.
Monday, February 14, 2005
My Fabulous Ordinary Weekend
I had quite a fantastic weekend, sharing great moments with people I care about.
On Friday, I went to a couple of bars with some close friends. In our first stop, we had a meaningful discussion as to what purpose the female bartender's ultra-cleavage flashing serves and whether a guy at the end of the bar was checking Jamie (Sheila's bf) out. Great intellectual discussions...
Friday night ended with a trip to the diner, where I ordered Eggs Benedict, and got something not quite what it should be. I proceeded to share with everyone my ruthless tipping habit, demanding perfection... It's quite something to be able to say anything and be yourself amongst people you trust.
Saturday morning, I had my swimming lesson. The session is now getting more physical and faster-paced, just to my liking. I wish you could just load a swimming training program into my head, ala Matrix... Faster, stronger, leaner, smarter machine...
Saturday afternoon, I accompanied my brother Vir (and my tag-along sisters and dad) to get his new used car from the dealer. While waiting for all the paper work to be processed, we scoped some sports cars to see how we looked in them. Somewhere in there, a conversation ensued as to how we would make ourselves financially self-sufficient in five years. Debt-free, property owners, making the kind of money we want, putting away and investing enough money, living the lifestyles that we want.
I realized in that moment how much we want each other to have great lives and how we would support each other no matter what. I know this to be true and I am moved in those moments that I am so conscious of how much I love my siblings.
Saturday night, I played pool with Rolando and his cousin Jun. We played a few rounds of cutthroat and eight ball. I made a few cool shots, although I generally sucked. I have high standards for myself... I asked Rolando if it was too much to ask for perfection. He told me something really cool about playing this game well. I wish I could remember what it was...
After that, we went to an awesome although a bit expensive karaoke place. I suppose we were paying for ambiance, space, and much better acoustics than other establishments. Jun and I are karaoke freaks. (Jun is a karaoke hustler.) It could have been a mosh pit in there... We could have done a better rendition of the Linkin Park/Jay-Z "Numb/Encore" number. Being a rock star is one of my fantasies. Anyway, I think we got home about four in the morning.
Sunday morning, my brother Vir and I watched "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle." It was so stupidly hilarious. The bursts of laughter just kept coming. Kinda makes me want to go back to college and live more dangerously with a skewed sense of responsibility. Having two brothers (my older brother Vincent and Vir who comes after me), it's really a privilege to be able to be (a bit) one of the guys. Not that you have to be a guy to enjoy "Harold and Kumar..."
The rest of the afternoon, I spent on a much deserved rest. I had a power nap...
Sunday night, I got a call from my friend Emmanuel who just got back from vacationing in Japan and the Philippines. It was his birthday last week and was quite surprised that I didn't hear from him then. Just as I suspected, he was out of the country... We made plans to catch up and go ahead with our long-overdue indoor rock climbing.
The rest of the evening, I spent showering my Rolando with love and affection. =)
"You know we've got to find a way to bring some loving here today..."
On Friday, I went to a couple of bars with some close friends. In our first stop, we had a meaningful discussion as to what purpose the female bartender's ultra-cleavage flashing serves and whether a guy at the end of the bar was checking Jamie (Sheila's bf) out. Great intellectual discussions...
Friday night ended with a trip to the diner, where I ordered Eggs Benedict, and got something not quite what it should be. I proceeded to share with everyone my ruthless tipping habit, demanding perfection... It's quite something to be able to say anything and be yourself amongst people you trust.
Saturday morning, I had my swimming lesson. The session is now getting more physical and faster-paced, just to my liking. I wish you could just load a swimming training program into my head, ala Matrix... Faster, stronger, leaner, smarter machine...
Saturday afternoon, I accompanied my brother Vir (and my tag-along sisters and dad) to get his new used car from the dealer. While waiting for all the paper work to be processed, we scoped some sports cars to see how we looked in them. Somewhere in there, a conversation ensued as to how we would make ourselves financially self-sufficient in five years. Debt-free, property owners, making the kind of money we want, putting away and investing enough money, living the lifestyles that we want.
I realized in that moment how much we want each other to have great lives and how we would support each other no matter what. I know this to be true and I am moved in those moments that I am so conscious of how much I love my siblings.
Saturday night, I played pool with Rolando and his cousin Jun. We played a few rounds of cutthroat and eight ball. I made a few cool shots, although I generally sucked. I have high standards for myself... I asked Rolando if it was too much to ask for perfection. He told me something really cool about playing this game well. I wish I could remember what it was...
After that, we went to an awesome although a bit expensive karaoke place. I suppose we were paying for ambiance, space, and much better acoustics than other establishments. Jun and I are karaoke freaks. (Jun is a karaoke hustler.) It could have been a mosh pit in there... We could have done a better rendition of the Linkin Park/Jay-Z "Numb/Encore" number. Being a rock star is one of my fantasies. Anyway, I think we got home about four in the morning.
Sunday morning, my brother Vir and I watched "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle." It was so stupidly hilarious. The bursts of laughter just kept coming. Kinda makes me want to go back to college and live more dangerously with a skewed sense of responsibility. Having two brothers (my older brother Vincent and Vir who comes after me), it's really a privilege to be able to be (a bit) one of the guys. Not that you have to be a guy to enjoy "Harold and Kumar..."
The rest of the afternoon, I spent on a much deserved rest. I had a power nap...
Sunday night, I got a call from my friend Emmanuel who just got back from vacationing in Japan and the Philippines. It was his birthday last week and was quite surprised that I didn't hear from him then. Just as I suspected, he was out of the country... We made plans to catch up and go ahead with our long-overdue indoor rock climbing.
The rest of the evening, I spent showering my Rolando with love and affection. =)
"You know we've got to find a way to bring some loving here today..."
Saturday, February 05, 2005
SPLASH
So I started my swimming lessons today. I should have known to just sign up for a higher level class. I'm always looking for something fast. But I didn't want to take things for granted either this time around. I'm out to get it right this time.
Anyway, good thing the instructor recognized that I needed something more challenging and simply moved me to the next group.
Between swimming and running, I expect to be a mid-riff bearing, sleeveless-and-mini-skirt wearing, toned-muscles-flexing, lean machine by the time I turn 30...
=)
Anyway, good thing the instructor recognized that I needed something more challenging and simply moved me to the next group.
Between swimming and running, I expect to be a mid-riff bearing, sleeveless-and-mini-skirt wearing, toned-muscles-flexing, lean machine by the time I turn 30...
=)
Friday, February 04, 2005
My Reality-Based Running Goal
My running buddy told me:
"10k in 40 mins ... that's about a 5:50 pace ... in other words, it's an all out sprint for 40 minutes."
My new goal then is 10k in 50-55 minutes. That's an 8-9 min per mile pace. And as my running budy reminded me, "a 9 minute mile is a sub 4 hour marathon".
Hey, I'm not a running expert. But I've worked in a marathon. Elite women athletes finish 26.2 miles in a little over 2 hours to 2 and a half hours. That's extraordinary. Call me whatever, but I felt teary the first time I saw up close as that first woman athlete crossed the finish line. Can you just imagine how amazing you have to be to do what that woman just did (and does quite consistently). Unbelievable.
A sub 4 hour marathon is a bit above the ordinary runners. In last year's NYC Marathon, the 100th female finisher completed in 3:14:51. I don't know if that gives you any more clarity to distinguish ordinary vs. extraordinary. Over 30,000 runners in every age and level join the NYC Marathon each year. By the way, I'm not running the marathon quite yet. Just 10k.
So 10k in 50 minutes. I can still be inspired by that. I'm going for extraordinary.
"10k in 40 mins ... that's about a 5:50 pace ... in other words, it's an all out sprint for 40 minutes."
My new goal then is 10k in 50-55 minutes. That's an 8-9 min per mile pace. And as my running budy reminded me, "a 9 minute mile is a sub 4 hour marathon".
Hey, I'm not a running expert. But I've worked in a marathon. Elite women athletes finish 26.2 miles in a little over 2 hours to 2 and a half hours. That's extraordinary. Call me whatever, but I felt teary the first time I saw up close as that first woman athlete crossed the finish line. Can you just imagine how amazing you have to be to do what that woman just did (and does quite consistently). Unbelievable.
A sub 4 hour marathon is a bit above the ordinary runners. In last year's NYC Marathon, the 100th female finisher completed in 3:14:51. I don't know if that gives you any more clarity to distinguish ordinary vs. extraordinary. Over 30,000 runners in every age and level join the NYC Marathon each year. By the way, I'm not running the marathon quite yet. Just 10k.
So 10k in 50 minutes. I can still be inspired by that. I'm going for extraordinary.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Reality vs. Inspiration
I said I would run 10k in about a half-hour's time by July. This is the reaction I got.
"You can't do it."
"You're crazy."
"That's unreal."
You know, I just thought I was inspired. I don't want to think or hear that I can't do it.
Yes, there is something to be said about "keeping it real". Last Sunday, I ran 4 miles in about half-hour in the gym, and could have easily gone more. I thought I was invincible. Today, I ran maybe 3-4 miles in the park, and the road punished me. By my third go around the park, I could feel just about every pebble my shoe crushed under each stride. My sides were splitting. I struggled to keep my breathing under control. And I still think I was awesome. It took me longer, but I conquered the road.
I think I can tell the difference between delusion and inspiration.
See my poem Madness...
"You can't do it."
"You're crazy."
"That's unreal."
You know, I just thought I was inspired. I don't want to think or hear that I can't do it.
Yes, there is something to be said about "keeping it real". Last Sunday, I ran 4 miles in about half-hour in the gym, and could have easily gone more. I thought I was invincible. Today, I ran maybe 3-4 miles in the park, and the road punished me. By my third go around the park, I could feel just about every pebble my shoe crushed under each stride. My sides were splitting. I struggled to keep my breathing under control. And I still think I was awesome. It took me longer, but I conquered the road.
I think I can tell the difference between delusion and inspiration.
See my poem Madness...
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
I was just listening to this...
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There’s one thing I wanna know:
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
This wicked world
Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There’s one thing I wanna know:
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
Aligning the Stars
A month has passed since the new year came in. Wow. I asked the universe, and so far this is what it has given...
- my raise has been approved
- started working out intentionally; joined triathlon relay team
- signed up for swimming lessons
- my sister Villete's fiancee Eman has a scheduled interview for his US visa
- my brother Vincent got a new job with Intel
- my mom and sisters are in the process of getting a new apartment
- my friend Mel skated and played golf for the first time
- Rolando lost 10 pounds
- Yankees acquired Randy Johnson
Keep surrounding yourself with people who will stand for who you are and what you are committed to...
- my raise has been approved
- started working out intentionally; joined triathlon relay team
- signed up for swimming lessons
- my sister Villete's fiancee Eman has a scheduled interview for his US visa
- my brother Vincent got a new job with Intel
- my mom and sisters are in the process of getting a new apartment
- my friend Mel skated and played golf for the first time
- Rolando lost 10 pounds
- Yankees acquired Randy Johnson
Keep surrounding yourself with people who will stand for who you are and what you are committed to...
Monday, January 24, 2005
10K in 30
I'm joining a relay triathlon team this year, set to compete in July at the Ford New York City Triathlon.
I would have loved the challenge of competing individually this year. Given though that I don't know how to swim... and it would take intense training to be competitive in all three components, I decided to forego that and simply join a team where I will do the running.
To make it challenging, I will shoot for running for first. Why compete if not shooting for #1? =D According to last year's results, last year's first place completed the 10k running leg in just about half an hour... I have not run that fast in a while and it should be an extraordinary experience to accomplish that. And being that this is a team effort, I'll call for the team to shoot for #1.
Show me the meaning of haste...
I would have loved the challenge of competing individually this year. Given though that I don't know how to swim... and it would take intense training to be competitive in all three components, I decided to forego that and simply join a team where I will do the running.
To make it challenging, I will shoot for running for first. Why compete if not shooting for #1? =D According to last year's results, last year's first place completed the 10k running leg in just about half an hour... I have not run that fast in a while and it should be an extraordinary experience to accomplish that. And being that this is a team effort, I'll call for the team to shoot for #1.
Show me the meaning of haste...
Friday, January 21, 2005
Madness
impossibility is what wills you to be
inspiration is the air you breathe
yearning consumes your heart
burning your flesh ice cold
wanting everything now
every moment everything
waking in your sleep in your dream
truth is elusive and clear
running to leap over the edge
to live
inspiration is the air you breathe
yearning consumes your heart
burning your flesh ice cold
wanting everything now
every moment everything
waking in your sleep in your dream
truth is elusive and clear
running to leap over the edge
to live
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Winter
I am so not a winter person. I hate the cold. I personally would prefer to do away with it. But I suppose there is some purpose to it. The universe said so. I don't want to argue with the universe on this one.
There is something though that I like about winter time. There is a clear distinction of day and night. There is a distinction in time.
When you walk out of your office with darkness setting in, you just know that your day in the office ended. You are about to go to the comfort of your home. Or go to dinner and drinks with friends. Enjoy the stars, if you could actually experience them in your part of the world. There is a general sense of winding down. There is a softening of the pace of life.
In the summer, I am compelled to exhaust myself.
Maybe I can learn a few things from birds and bears...
There is something though that I like about winter time. There is a clear distinction of day and night. There is a distinction in time.
When you walk out of your office with darkness setting in, you just know that your day in the office ended. You are about to go to the comfort of your home. Or go to dinner and drinks with friends. Enjoy the stars, if you could actually experience them in your part of the world. There is a general sense of winding down. There is a softening of the pace of life.
In the summer, I am compelled to exhaust myself.
Maybe I can learn a few things from birds and bears...
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Ask the Universe...
Despite my sometimes explosive, (passive-)aggressive, rough personality, I actually have a lot of love to give to those who are important to me. What I want is for every person in my life to be granted all that their heart desires.
My life is given by the people I surround myself with. The way for me to have a great life is to have the people around me to have great lives.
Here's what my friends, family and I ask from the universe this year...
Veronica
- live passionately
- impeach Bush
- lose a size or two
- sky dive
- 25% salary increase
- put out a poetry book
- reduce debt
- dance my heart out
- learn to speak Spanish
- learn to swim
- be a rock star
- star gaze
- Yankees win the World Series
My sister Vanessa
- my own place
- fit in my old clothes
- promotion
Her friend Mayela
- my own place
- meet someone
- get a second job
My sister Villette
- get Emman here and get married!
- pass the boards NCLEX
- learn how to drive and get license
Mel
- graduate
- ice skate
- play golf
- start investing
- do one complete push up
Chiqui
- rediscover my faith,
- learn to embrace the future
- express appreciation more
- express love more and
- express more love
Chrissie
- to be happy
- to believe in myself
- to learn
- to be more human
- to love deep
- to get what I deserve
- to be loved
- ... if romance is in the stars, hey...
- find the iron will and determination to quit smoking (it's due time...)
Rona
- have a dance studio
- teach dancing for fitness
- start relationship counseling
- complete my Advanced Toastmaster Gold
- achieve Toastmasters President's Distinguished Club
- convert into electronic format the newsletter for which I'm the editor
- organise Org'l Dev't prfoessional network in Phils or Asian region
- get married - or at least get proposed to, he! he!
- just start and register my business here in Singapore
- enroll in NLP Master Practitioner level
- resign from my job, get ready to move out of SG, on to Oz! Yey!
Monette
- enroll in MBA program
- be an extra in a film (did it last December)
- travel to New Zealand (Lord of the Rings)
Myra
- hire 5 employees (so she doesn't have to do the work)
- apply for a soros fellowship
- vacation in london
- plant a tulip garden
- drive from indiana to california
Macky
- raise my son well
- run 5 km
- no time limit
- go rock climbing
- get fit
Creation starts with declaration. If you can't articulate what you want, don't wonder why you're not getting it... My challenge to myself is to hold these promises in existence and have everyone have it all.
My life is given by the people I surround myself with. The way for me to have a great life is to have the people around me to have great lives.
Here's what my friends, family and I ask from the universe this year...
Veronica
- live passionately
- impeach Bush
- lose a size or two
- sky dive
- 25% salary increase
- put out a poetry book
- reduce debt
- dance my heart out
- learn to speak Spanish
- learn to swim
- be a rock star
- star gaze
- Yankees win the World Series
My sister Vanessa
- my own place
- fit in my old clothes
- promotion
Her friend Mayela
- my own place
- meet someone
- get a second job
My sister Villette
- get Emman here and get married!
- pass the boards NCLEX
- learn how to drive and get license
Mel
- graduate
- ice skate
- play golf
- start investing
- do one complete push up
Chiqui
- rediscover my faith,
- learn to embrace the future
- express appreciation more
- express love more and
- express more love
Chrissie
- to be happy
- to believe in myself
- to learn
- to be more human
- to love deep
- to get what I deserve
- to be loved
- ... if romance is in the stars, hey...
- find the iron will and determination to quit smoking (it's due time...)
Rona
- have a dance studio
- teach dancing for fitness
- start relationship counseling
- complete my Advanced Toastmaster Gold
- achieve Toastmasters President's Distinguished Club
- convert into electronic format the newsletter for which I'm the editor
- organise Org'l Dev't prfoessional network in Phils or Asian region
- get married - or at least get proposed to, he! he!
- just start and register my business here in Singapore
- enroll in NLP Master Practitioner level
- resign from my job, get ready to move out of SG, on to Oz! Yey!
Monette
- enroll in MBA program
- be an extra in a film (did it last December)
- travel to New Zealand (Lord of the Rings)
Myra
- hire 5 employees (so she doesn't have to do the work)
- apply for a soros fellowship
- vacation in london
- plant a tulip garden
- drive from indiana to california
Macky
- raise my son well
- run 5 km
- no time limit
- go rock climbing
- get fit
Creation starts with declaration. If you can't articulate what you want, don't wonder why you're not getting it... My challenge to myself is to hold these promises in existence and have everyone have it all.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
New Year 2005!
Ladies in the house. From L-R: Mayela, my sister Villette, my sister Vanessa, me, and my newly engaged friend Cheryl.
New Year 2005!
Veronica's posse. From L-R: Me, Sheila, newly engaged Cheryl, hubby Rolando, newly engaged Vinnie, Jamie.
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