Thursday, January 31, 2013

I'm Not "Dispassionate"

Tom Asacker never fails to strike a chord. Or strike MY chord, to be more specific.

"Reality is for wimps," he says.

Reading his blog post makes me want to hide behind my laptop in shame, even if there's no one to hide from anyway!

And why shouldn't I feel insecure? Growing up I've always seen myself as a realist. Someone who gives a bigger-than-usual importance to cause-and-effect, logic, precise measurements, and reason. Someone who always tests the waters and covers all the bases, for fear of failure, recklessness and humiliation. Someone who takes a lot of things at face value (lip service, included) because ulterior motives, politicking and power plays just aren't in my vocabulary. (It seems I'm also very naive, huh?)

I don't even know if that is Tom Asacker's definition of "realism" but it obviously struck a big-enough chord in me to write a blog post.

Perhaps I was hit hard with how he talked about organizations/individuals becoming dispassionate.

I am SO scared of becoming like that. I'm so conscious of trying NOT to be stagnant and NOT to be stuck in my comfort zone, yet I feel like I sometimes catch myself exactly in a too-lazy-to-be-adventurous kind of mood.

Brrrrrrrr. It gives me the chills just thinking about it.

So in my personal declaration of what's brewing inside me, to remind myself that I'm not all that boring and risk-averse, I'd like to put this out in the open for the world wide web to see (ha, ha!):

I'm on the look-out for someone who wants to grow our humble organization with me. Someone who is ready for a challenge. Someone who works passionately and patiently, diligently and whole-heartedly. Someone who loves to share, to teach, to grow. Someone who is OC, has amazing attention to detail, and an addiction to standards. Someone who's not just in it for the money (because Lord knows financial rewards -- I ever daresay potential earnings -- will only come later). Someone who finds satisfaction in the less-popular "perks" of being a business-owner, like providing others with a source of income, having flexible work hours, being able to apply your personal values into what you do everyday, and therefore having the liberty to let your own creativity and methods flow, and ultimately, letting you practice what you preach. Of course, being in the restaurant industry, he/she must be someone who loves food, service, and did I say food?

Because I'm not in this for the short haul. I'm in here for however long it takes to pick ourselves up and bring our loyal staff back to their comfortable places, because they must be rewarded for all the hard work they are putting in. And I believe that God is good, and he, too, will reward my good and honest work, whatever form that reward may be, at the end of it all.

Amen? Amen!






Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Early Morning Laugh Trip

Nagising ako sa malakas na kalabit ni M. Ang lakas ng kalabit, at may kasabay pang sutsot ng "Pssshhhttt!"

Dead-ma lang ako dahil sa isip-isip ko, Hay naku, sleep-talking na naman si mokong, and I continue lying down, avoiding any movement so as not to wake him. (Yes, I was curious to see how this sleep-talk would turn-out).

I let a few moments pass then he goes at it again, this time in a louder voice: "Pssshhhttt! Pussy*!!"

I suppress my giggles and continue to pretend to be asleep.

Another few seconds pass....then he finally turns away from me and mutters, "Tsk! (May) topak."

...

That's when I burst out laughing.

Hayup. AKO PA ANG MAY TOPAK!!!

M is awakened by my sudden laughter, and he ends up laughing out loud himself.

It was about 5:28 AM.

We laugh for about a minute, then fall back to sleep.


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*Do not be offended by the word "Pussy", as M was referring to a person when he said it. We have a climber-friend who is nicknamed Pussy, and in his dream he thought that I was that friend.



Monday, January 7, 2013

The Sappy Pop Love Song

This is the kind of song I'd search, copy, paste, print, and memorize, "way back before", after a break-up or to just belt out and emote, pretending to go through a break-up, for the sake of drama. Because this is (was) the kind of music I enjoy(ed) listening to, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. The only difference is, I'm no longer a teenager, and no boyfriends to break-up and cry-by-my-sad-self with.

Yup, it's a sappy and catchy loser song. Exactly how a pop love song should be. The perfect soundtrack to the self-tormenting heartbreak kid, because misery loves company.

And did I say it's soooo fun to sing out loud? :-D So let's singalong!

The Script - Breakeven Music Video

Lyrics are provided, of course!

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no
What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
(Oh glad your okay now)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(Oh I'm glad your okay)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no


Sunday, January 6, 2013

Reel Rock 7: Food for This Climber's Soul


Patience. Persistence. Trying. Trying. Giving it 100%. And trying again. Falling. And trying again. Meeting a disappointment, having failure. But continuing to get up everyday with the same focus and enthusiasm. Moving through the pain. Working hard. Real hard.

Accomplishments. Having success. Ticking all the routes on your list. Dealing with the pressure the comes with the success. Staying focused...on the process, on the journey. Having a goal, having laser-like focus on the goal, but enjoying the means to the end. Striking the balance between frustration and motivation. HAVING FUN.

Enjoying the moment. Feeling every crack, every grain, every crystal. Enjoying the scenery, the sound of the wind. Breathing slowly, deeply, consciously. Moving...confidently, precisely, efficiently.

Being humble. Never forgetting where you came from. Never forgetting who has helped you. Always knowing the people and circumstances that have shaped you. Acknowledging success, but not taking it as a right to be superior over others. Sharing what you've learned. Always passing it on to others. And continuing to learn more.

Continuing to grow. To seek knowledge. To discover and explore. To try new things, taste new things, feel new things. Expand. Get out of your comfort zone. Meet others, and learn from them, too. You never know what stuff you can pick up from those "older" and the "younger" than you. YOU NEVER KNOW.

*****

My thoughts after watching the Reel Rock 7 in full. Inspired.