Sunday, March 1, 2015

Run For Your Life

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Meet my nemesis. The stairs. Unfortunately, I had to endure what seemed to be a grueling task just to be able to take a rest, with every step causing me to grunt and groan. Yes, the muscles at my lower extremities are pretty sore, I could really use a very relaxing massage right now.

But I am not complaining. As my fingers are typing the very words you see at the moment, I try to numb down the soreness with these medicated pain relief patches that I plastered all over my thighs and legs. Doesn't really take away the pain but it's better than nothing. I have been walking around the house, giving off waves of peppermint that I think smells pretty good.

I barely survived my 5K run early this morning, which is apparently the reason why I hate going up and down the stairs today. No matter, I had fun.

I didn't really expect a lot from myself. Heck, I didn't even expect anything at all. I didn't have breakfast, I only slept for three hours, never warmed up, and worst, I didn't do some stretching before the gun fired. And yes, I can come up with a thousand lame excuses more. But really, I barely survived and failed to beat my own record from the last run because I am no longer fit. I am in terrible condition, to say the least. I no longer have the same stamina that I used to have. (gawd how I miss being an athlete where 5k marathons were just mere practices!)
Of course, groufies (or what do you call it?) are imperative.
Anyway, I don't have much to share about what happened during the run, unless you want to know how much I perspired and panted, and how we goofed around imitating how characters in the Anime run (picture this: Konoha ninjas. Hahaha).

Although I would like to share how proud I am of my friends for beating their records - 20 minutes earlier than their previous run (35 minutes run time. Good job guys!). And of course, I am so proud of the boyfriend, Jan. It's his first run and he fared better than me. Now that I have mentioned it, I am wondering how much would he allow me to influence his life? I've been dragging him to activities he's never done before. Haha. But he does the same to me. So, I think we're fine with how things are going. ;)
Our first run together!
What happened after the run was quite interesting. We got a lot of freebies (yay!). And best of all, we had the chance to have our body composition measured. My results were not surprising though. Muscle mass, body fat, and visceral fat are normal; metabolic age is 19 (double yay!); and not reaching my ideal body weight is something that doesn't really surprise me. I was told I have a very fast metabolism I have to eat more snacks. Haha. You see, no matter how much food I shove down my throat, I still find myself having trouble gaining weight. So I guess, I have to go back eating just fries, burgers,  hotdogs  and softdrinks coupled with physical inactivity - that time when my weight darted from 47 kgs (103 lbs) to 50kgs (110 lbs) in just a week. Haha. Kidding.
Glenda, getting her body components measured.
Well, this is my fuel currently:
That should be 5k by the way.
Mistaken to be a young runner (hint: in 3 months I will be turning 30). This isn't really new to me, I've been told a lot of times I look younger than my age, and it doesn't get any more flattering than that. Exercise does make you young and happy. So yeah, I am running for my life. I will be running for a long, healthy, and well-lived life. :)

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Saturday, February 28, 2015


Saturday, February 28, 2015

Yesterday was a hodgepodge of happenings. It felt like I was taking one school subject after another - except I am no longer in school. I really miss school though. I mean, I miss my friends and our antics, but definitely not the lessons. Life is already giving me so much lessons; at least, without gauging my mental capacity by the way of grades. However, school subjects even when left unattended never left me anyway. So what subjects have I taken yesterday?

I am reading The Lies of Locke Lamora. I admit, I find it difficult to read at first. I found myself learning a lot of names and places and unfamiliar terms of the world I have set my foot in. And not to mention, I find it difficult to stay focused whenever I read in public places. I read on my way from home to work because that's the only time that I am given the luxury to read. It's been a week and I just got past the hundredth page. Not that it's bad, it's actually interesting. It's a book that's hard to put down but I just have to put it down because I've got other important things to do too (weekends included). Bummer.
The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

I'm pretty sure you all know about that dress. That blue/black dress that turns into white/gold then back to blue/black again. I kind of got agitated by it because everybody at the office was arguing which is which. So I did a little research and read thoroughly how our eyes were deceived by one friggin photo and Science got a pretty nifty explanation for it. Found myself digging a part of my brain that stored those lessons in Anatomy and Physiology about the eye and its neural connections to the visual cortex and all that jazz. Either way, blue/black or white/gold and even blue/gold (as one of my friends say), the dress looks hideous in that picture. So I rest my case.
Is the dress blue and black or white and gold?

Friday night and the lights are low. Yes, because we were at Jickong's MTS. I was in a company of all guys (this isn't new to me as I have always been one of the boys. And I just want to make it clear, I am with a good company, okay?). They've talked about politics, laws and ethics, and all those sh*t men talked about over a bottle of beer. Well, that's given. But never in my life have I thought nor did I have a hint that men will talk about Calculus. What the fudge?! Yes, I am with a bunch of highly intellectual people. And I am not exaggerating. They're cool. They have the attitude of a rock star and the brain of a nerd. Anyway, back to the point. Yes they were talking about Calculus and there I am - who loathed Math so much for my lack of ability to find that freakin x- got lost in translation. Although I enjoyed their conversation as much I enjoyed the grilled tuna belly in butter sauce I had for dinner. I just love to hear how much they love Math but a part of them still hates it at the same time. At least, there's still something we have in common about Math. Haha.
Aha. So this is what Jerson was talking about.

Physical Education
I got hyped up when I arrived home and saw my jersey for the run that will happen this Sunday. It's been almost a year since the last time I ran. And I don't remember the last time I actually had a strenuous physical activity (aside from our biking sessions that happen at least once or twice a month). I haven't warmed up yet nor do I have plans warming up even though the run is happening tomorrow morning. But I did a little stretching to awaken those sleeping muscles. I'm not as flexible as I was but I can still do splits though. Needless to say, I'm no longer fit for this and I'm pretty sure I'll be panting like a dog. But to hell with it. I'll be running with Jan and some friends. I'm gonna have some fun out of this run. We can do this! :)
That's it. I can't think of any title for this post. So I'm giving it a 3. Pasang-awang grado. Haha.
I hope you guys have a great weekend! :)

Wednesday, February 25, 2015


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

I remember somebody suggested that I should take photos of my journal entries and turn them into blog posts. I cringed at the idea at first. I have my own private life and that's what journals are here for. But I guess, I will make an exception just for this time.

I just want to share the day a question began to skim across on my mind. A question to which answers began to fall one by one like leaves that smell of autumn. 

Is it love?

I remember that day. That day when I found myself wearing the widest and giddiest smile again. That day when the leaves above me conspired with the wind to carry my words gently to his ears then down to his heart. That day when the moon, the wind, and the tree became silent witnesses of a love that's about to bloom. That day. That one memorable day. :)
Nope. Not our anniversary. ;)
Yeah, I'm cheesy like that. And if you find this damn too corny and you feel like throwing up, go ahead while I sit and bathe here in my mush. ^_^

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

I hate Facebook but...

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

I still use it anyway.

I'll be honest with you. Facebook, or the people using Facebook can be annoying as hell. However, no Facebook posts are more annoying than a person who complains about how annoying Facebook is. Just like this one. So yeah, I'm gonna annoy you with things about Facebook that annoy me so much that I have to waste precious time blogging about it. Here goes...

1. Check-ins. Do we really need to know where you are and what you are doing every effin' minute of your life? Unless you're in some grand tourist landmark like the Eiffel Tower, because I believe that is worth sharing, then you are excused. And yes, you can actually go to the gym without posting about it on Facebook.

2. Attention whores a.k.a people taking selfies of the same face from different angles trying to fish for compliments. Worse, those pretending-to-be-asleep kind of selfies. Seriously?

3. Nudity. I'm in no position nor am I a goody-two-shoes to abhor such thing. But in Facebook, really? There are other places for that. You want links? I'll gladly email them to you.

4. Graphic photos and videos. Not everyone can tolerate stomach-churning images as much as you do. Be sensitive with what you share.

5. Chain messages. I can't believe people who share such bs still exist. I thought they were gone for good the time I lost my eudoramail. Geez.

6. Endless rants and fights that surprisingly have the ability to pull down your vibrant mood too. This.
I remember it was a year ago when I had a huge fight over Facebook with the ex when he posted something that I just felt the need to defend myself. We had an exchange of harsh and demeaning words. I was too enraged that I didn't mind people were already reading probably with a popcorn on their laps like they're watching a blockbuster film. Friends started messaging me. Some were concerned, others were just nosy. Then I realized that I just plummeted into public scrutiny, like doing a bungee jump without the bungee. And worse, I just threw in negativity to people who have no intent of reading our personal issues. I admit, that was the lamest thing I've done over the internet and I swear to the every inch of my skin that that is the first and definitely the last one.

You see, Facebook gives people loud opinion and it allows them to share freely anytime they want. Whether it is smart or dumb, good or bad, decent or even if it is already uncalled for... It does not matter. I get it. Post the hell whatever you want. It's your wall and you can do and write anything on it and there's nothing we can do about that. Point taken. But what you don't understand is that once it is posted, that's already for the whole world to read and judge.
Ignore. Mind your own business. Get over and be done with it. It would have been easy. But even if you believe you are posting on your own wall, the fact remains that it belongs to the public domain and that is for everyone to see. It's just the same as having a neighbor who is listening to Justin Beiber's (s)hits on full volume that reaches your house while you are trying to get some sleep.

You really can't blame if you piss or annoy someone after (unintentionally) reading one of your upsetting, rage against the world, sad-sorry-life kind of statuses or your shameless posting of selfies every now and then (please lang, makasuka na). It's a moodkiller, you know. Unfollowing or unfriending could be the best and an easy option but can rather be a tedious task if almost everybody is just like that.

Everything in Facebook is starting to bore me. Or maybe I'm missing out the fun here? I checked my own profile and the more I got bored. Surprised to see that I made more posts here on my blog than I had on Facebook. But why am I still on Facebook?

There is nothing in Facebook (or anywhere in the internet) that can enrich my life in a meaningful way. And I could entirely opt out of Facebook if I want to. But I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. You see, I've got reasons too and I could put more weight on that than the reasons why I don't like it:

1. Everybody uses Facebook. I mean, every-freakin-body. So if you don't have Facebook, you probably do not exist.

2. It connected me to my long-lost buddies and family I had not seen for decades.

3. Quitting Facebook could also mean denying myself of a great avenue for communication to friends who are not in the same city as me.

4. News. I told you, I don't watch tv.

5. In Facebook, a new episode of reality show or soap opera airs every ten minutes or so.

6. Facebook is indeed boring. And so is leaving.

So what's my point here? I am trapped. We are trapped. Whether we love it or loathe it, as social creatures we cannot help but succumb to the trend, particularly Facebook. Like krills that idly go with the flow until a larger predator devours them. We can never get away with it for the rest of our lives until a new social networking site emerges, eats Facebook, and sucks the life out of social life... again.

Wow. I can't believe I've actually written almost a thousand words just for this. I seriously need a hobby.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

That Thing Called Tadhana

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Yup, this is me losing the battle against cheesy Filipino movies. I don't really like watching love stories, let alone Pinoy movies for their unoriginal, predictable, and overly promoted but usually half-assed quality production. To tell you honestly, Pinoy movies suck big time right now. No. Let me rephrase that. Over-hyped Pinoy movies suck big time. But this, this film that humbly made its way to the big screens really got me. It somehow hoisted the downward spiral of the once great Philippine movie industry, didn't it? We need more movies like this. Movies that actually foster creativity over profit.
That Thing Called Tadhana movie poster
Trailer pa lang, kumbinsido na akong papanoorin ko to. I don't know if this plot has been used many times on any other movies, and I don't think it matters because all I know is I see myself in both of the characters of the film.

I see myself as Mace being devastated after the end of a very long relationship (although my story didn't happen exactly the same as Mace's), and I see myself as Anthony who also happened to be an artist and a designer at that who lost the verve and confidence to his skills in art. And I see our (Jan and I) story, almost the same as theirs. So what's not to love about this film? Touche Mace and Anthony. Touche!

All the raves I have read from the actual viewers and those jam-packed cinemas didn't make me think of it as just an indie film. Actually, I didn't realize that there were only two casts in it until the end credits because I never got bored even though the entirety of the film is just conversation after conversation. And it even feels like I was actually there, eavesdropping. Those witty lines that were delivered genuinely and naturally have the ability to hit your existence all the time. All the friggin' time.  'tang ina, tagos!

I don't really watch Pinoy romantic movies. Oh wait! I don't even think it's romantic, nor romantic-comedy for that matter, nor a drama. I think this doesn't fall into any genre at all because it feels so real you will forget it's just a goddamn movie. Plus, the actors really portrayed their characters exceptionally well that they kept me captivated from start to end.

This is the only film that made me blog since One More Chance. And this is the only Pinoy film that is, in a way, heart-wrenching yet left me smiling and still wanting for more.

P.S. Gusto kong pumunta sa Sagada.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Of Tikoys and Smörgåsbords

Thursday, February 19, 2015

I regret not paying attention to my Chinese lessons. You see, I have spent my entire preschool and grade school days at Stella Maris Academy of Davao, where almost everyone you meet is fair-skinned, chinky-eyed, and with a surname that consists of only two to three letters. For eight years, I have repeatedly written stroke after stroke after stroke those Chinese characters in our shadi-po, I felt I am fluent during those times of our graded oral recitation, I sang songs in Chinese, and I knew how to pray in Chinese fairly well. But all these felt like a formidable task that I dreaded it just the same as my Math lessons. Surviving that eight-year plight didn't mean anything though, for all I can clearly muster are the words wo ai ni and ni hao ma, and count from one to ten. Although I fare very well at cussing in Chinese, which is the only thing that I didn't have to learn but learned it anyway. Haha. Well, who didn't?

If I didn't think learning Chinese was insignificant, perhaps I would have known how to read, write, and speak in Chinese by now. With my chinita eyes sans the fair skin, I could perhaps pass as Chinese; much more if I know how to speak it, I would have had an excuse not to work later because it's Chinese New Year. Haha.

I know it's too late for me to learn Chinese. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up my aspiration to learn a foreign language. I'm working for more than a year with a Swedish boss and I should take advantage of that. I already know a few words and I can navigate my way on websites and apps with Swedish language. So I guess, that's a start.

Anyway, for someone who's already accustomed with Chinese traditions, I am welcoming CNY with this blog. I wish everyone to have the motivation and determination to work hard (including me) for a prosperous year. Gong Xi Fa Cai! :)
Note to self.

Monday, February 16, 2015

If It Ain't Broke, Don't Fix It

Monday, February 16, 2015

I am reminded of this old adage when Jan tried fixing what he thought was a broken bike and ended up frustratingly putting it away instead. While that saying is true in so many ways, it doesn't apply to everything. Relationships, for example. Being in a very long term relationship taught me that - and I learned it the hard way.

More often than not, we allow our relationships to stand still, to be static. Something that's not exciting nor exactly is boring. Neither awesome nor awful. It's somewhere in between and it's not bad if you think about it. But either way, it is not going anywhere.

Why do relationships become static? Because we are okay with okay. That's how the mentality, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it", comes in. Why fix something that is not broken? Right?

But then at some point, relationships will inevitably start screaming bland and boring, the excitement wears off, the flame becomes a faint ember, and happiness will seem elusive. Then we start to question what went wrong. If we are to dig deeper, if we are to look beyond, it is the seemingly unbroken aspects of the relationship that creep in on us and eventually, inadvertently break us. It comes to us in a friendly, non-threatening form we call a routine. And routine tends to be the thing that we ignore because, well, we find comfort in it and it doesn't hurt us after all.

The thing is, routine adheres to comfort zone. Comfort zone feels comfortable that we tend to refuse to go out of that zone. Little do we know that setting boundaries around us is not as comforting as we think it is but rather dangerous. It will make us resist to change and impede the opportunity to grow. And lack of growth can kill a relationship.

Picture this, a lion that stealthily pounces on an unsuspecting prey is pretty much the same as the stunted growth in a relationship that sneaks in that all-consuming monotony, then we get eaten before we even know it. Without growth, a relationship enters a phase of stagnation that could dangerously lead to a repetitive, monotonous, boring lives, and will eventually end up couples growing apart. Trust me, I have been through that. And it was not easy.

Is being passive really better than striving? Is it really okay to stay just okay? I don't think so. It's about time we throw that old adage out of the window. Because in a relationship, we need growth, we need an upgrade, we need to add new features. The same way we need to update our apps and computers, even if it is deemed not broken, for optimal performance. Sometimes, we need to look at the unbroken things and start to think how to make it better. Because life shouldn't be static, a relationship more so.

So if ever you feel you are stuck in a relationship routine, when things are running on a flat line, think about why you fell in love in the first place. That spark won't be reignited unless you rev up the engine. Being just okay is not okay. Just because a machine turns on does not mean that it's working. So break the routine. Get out of your comfort zone. Communicate. Be imaginative. Play. And believe me, it wouldn't hurt to start doing things differently as much as it hurts trying to fix a relationship that's already broken beyond repair.