Thursday, December 16, 2010

Getting Unstuck

She said:
  1. Start fresh.
  2. Start in the middle of the story if you have to. We can stitch everything together later.
  3. Great start. Now step back and let it go. Don't hang on to it too much.
  4. Keep a file of snippets of random thought.
  5. Maybe it would help if you say things first. Then write them down.
  6. Go back to the moments that struck you. Write about sensory things. Insight will come later.
  7. Writing helps process the experience.
  8. Do not use first person.
  9. Don't judge a place. It can be different for everybody.
  10. Focus on what strikes you the most.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

I am tired but deciding to pick myself up today.

It feels like there's this huge block on my mind and I can't wait to get rid of it. My room is a mess, I haven't had exercise in ages and I haven't reviewed the finances because I can't seem to do much else until its over.

Perhaps a new camera and netbook can serve as inspiration?

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Excerpt

Then again there must be a reason why I was chosen. I think the universe heard that I wanted so bad to be a better writer - and sent me the perfect challenge to push me to reach higher. Funny how the world works. I wonder if I should be more careful with what I ask for, because - and I say this without arrogance - I usually get it.

Nonetheless, I feel that my writing has vastly improved. Though I know I still have much to learn, the 500 words I wrote this morning is probably one of my best work yet. Unpretentious, honest, yet filled with interesting detail. I wrote with my heart. Though writing each sentence still felt like childbirth (or what I imagine childbirth to feel like), I am less afraid now. And the voice that tells me I'm not good enough grows smaller and smaller with every word I write. I can hear myself more now. And what I hear is beautiful.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Kula Shaker

THEY ARE BACK! OMG! Slept at 2am obsessing about this band.

http://www.kulashaker.co.uk/

New track - Peter Pan RIP
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znv58GNexd8

Thanks to Jam 88.3 for the tip. Haha!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

On Chris Tiu and why we don't have everything

For some reason, Paolo randomly brought up Chris Tiu again, and described how this one guy has everything, he's practically perfect. He's smart, he's cute (not my type, really, but I do acknowledge his mass appeal), he's loaded, and an accomplished athlete. This guy could have everything - be anything - join the corporate world (news from the grapevine is he's been offered juicy posts by several prominent multinationals), join his family's growing empire, or get into showbiz. He's got everything any guy could ask for, but remains humble and low-profile.

I could tell my fiancee has a crush on Chris Tiu. But then again, who doesn't?

I asked him if he was jealous. "Konti", he says.

That afternoon, I kept on thinking, how could one guy have everything? Why can't we have what he has? What was the point?

It's not that we're destitute. I mean, come on, we're living pretty good lives - we have relatively good-paying, stable jobs, loving families, great friends, good looks (ahem ahem), health, and a future to look forward to. But are we really as 'limited' as Chris Tiu makes us seem to be?

I have just finished Tal Ben-Shahar's Happier and currently reading John Izzo's Five Secrets You Must Discover Before You Die (yes, I am a self-help junkie), in search of wisdom, and maybe, an even happier life. I'm glad I had this conversation with Paolo at this time, otherwise, I'd probably make myself miserable by bitching about why I don't have what Chris Tiu does.

After much mulling, I realize that we already have what we need to be as successful as Chris Tiu. It's the media and the world around us that told us that he's got it better that we do. But does he, really?

I keep on going back to the thought that "We are where God wants us to be". For a person who has spent most of her life searching, this thought gives welcome respite. I don't have what he does because his life is not my life to live. He has a different role to play, and I've got mine. He's not better, he's just, well, different :).

On his academic and athletic achievements - I've always believed we all have the potential to be the best at whatever it is we want to do. He just decided to push himself harder - with commitment and focus. These are the things most of us are not willing to give, and thus the results.

On his so-called luck of being well-born - who says we aren't lucky? If we have to work a little harder because of where we came from, if we think the world isn't a level playing field, my answer is this - it's because we all are here to learn something, to become stronger, and hopefully live fulfilling lives in the process. In the end, it boils down to choice - what you decide to do with the cards you are dealt with - an these cards are given to you for a good reason.

Who is to say that those who have more are necessarily happier? Studies have shown that the world today is far wealthier that it ever was - and yet rates of depression are on record highs as well. Our minds are programmed to believe that MORE=BETTER. But people are starting to discover, that wealth doesn't always mean happiness.

To quote Ben-Shahar "This is not to say that the accumulation and production of material wealth is in itself wrong. Material prosperity can help individuals, as well as society, attain higher levels of happiness. Financial security can liberate us from work we do not find meaningful and from having to worry about the paycheck. Even so, it is not the money per se that is valuable, but the fact that it can potentially yield more positive experiences. Material wealth in and of itself does not necessarily generate meaning or lead to emotional wealth"

If happiness is all about "positive experiences", then it doesn't take much to be happy. A run around the village makes me feel like a million bucks. An afternoon with Paolo, with my family, or with my girlfriends makes great fun. Precious quiet afternoons with a good book don't cost much, but they make life richer. Sure, I dream of a beautiful wedding and plan to travel the world - these things cost money - but maybe the experience of working for the things I want is also part of the experience I am meant to have. Maybe because there are lessons to be learned from the experience of striving - if I am open enough to receive them.

I keep going back to my past to prove that this is true. I went to exclusive schools, surrounded by the "haves" who wore fancy clothes and went to Hong Kong every term break. I took all forms of public transportation from Marikina to Taft, but never once felt "less". I came from a family of entrepreneurs, and my parents were very intelligent, but we were struggling financially. Because of this, I read and philosophized a lot, usually getting lost in my own thoughts. I was always trying to learn what worked and what didn't. When disasters would happen, I would always want to figure out why, and to avoid those causes at all costs.

Anyway, today, because of the financial struggle and all this thinking and philosophizing, I've developed so much as a person. Would I be the same person I am today if life was easier then? I think not. I probably would not develop the taste for wisdom and learning. If my life was too easy, I would probably be too distracted with the shopping and partying to think about the important things that really mattered.

How could I tell? Because I've been to that time when wealth was overflowing, and I've been to that time when wealth was not. And funny, there are more lessons learned during lean times. It was during these times when I listened to myself more, when I listened to God more.

When these times happen, I tell myself: find the lesson. And usually the lesson is this - love more, be a kinder person, be generous, be committed.

So what is there to be jealous about, if we've got everything we need?

Monday, January 11, 2010

Happy Birthday Patricia :)

I don't know if its right to write this at 10am on a Tuesday morning, before I do the tons of stuff I have to do -- but what the hell. I need to get this all out before it spoils my birthday.

It all started yesterday when my mother commented on what I was wearing. She hated it. I was in a blue-gray cowl-neck a-line dress that I wore as a top with black semi-cigarette pants. I was in suede black flats. It was obvious that I've been wearing it for a while and the collar didn't keep its shape. All throughout that afternoon together, she went on saying I should throw the dress away, and that it looked like basahan. She knew I was reading Nina Garcia and asked why I was still wearing what I was wearing in spite of what I was reading.

So this morning, I dreaded having to choose what to wear. I was late already, and honestly -- I knew I had nothing good to wear! Everything looked old and worn out. Or too big (I lost weight). Or in a style I was fed up with. Anyway, the worse part was, the memory of my mom ripping my clothes apart yesterday filled my mind and, well, hurt me. It made choosing even more difficult.

I guess I felt humiliated, I guess any woman would feel that way if somebody told her what she wore looked like basahan. I wanted to get back at her and tell her that she wasn't perfect either - and started to think of all her faults. But that didn't make me feel better, because this wasn't about her. It was about me.

But in spite of it being painful, I realize she was right. She didn't say this in front of a crowd, so I guess she did not mean to hurt me. She was just giving feedback, the only way a loving mother would -- strongly and honestly. I really HAD to throw that dress out. I wouldn't if she didn't knock me to my senses yesterday. She knew I was procrastinating deciding to take the horrid thing out of my closet -- and so with the other stuff still there. I guess I'd rather my mom tell me, because no one else would. Or at least no one I would listen to.

I've always wanted to look good. And I believe I do, and clearly make an effort to do that. I admire women who make the same effort -- even if they make it look effortless. It's not about vanity, it's about valuing oneself enough. It's telling the world that "I love myself, and I want you to know that". I guess I got hurt because I was having a hard time accepting that I made a mistake, and I fell back on my promise to look good. That's the truth, and the truth hurts.

So there, I've accepted that. Now its time to move on from here. It's comforting to know that it's ok not to be perfect - because we all are works in progress - and that's exactly where the fun is. I've forgiven myself (clap!clap!). I don't want to take myself too seriously.

It's my birthday tomorrow, and I'm choosing to celebrate this work-in-progress. In spite of my fashion victim moments (and there were many, haha), my lutang episodes, my bad habits and my other imperfections, I really, really, REALLY love who I am and the life I've created for myself. If not for these mistakes, there wouldn't be anything to laugh about (I'm laughing alone now like a crazy person), or to struggle with and grow from. These imperfections are what make me human, these are what make me beautiful, these are what make me ME.

Happy birthday Patricia, job well done. I love you :)