Dapat ginagawa ko na thesis ko. Dapat nagsusulat na ako. Dapat 🙂

Minsan, nakakasawang pagsabihan ang sarili kung ano ang dapat mong gawin – pero siyempre gagawin mo pa din. Pwede mong ipagpaliban – patagalin pa ang pagdurusa mo at matambak ang trabaho o pwede rin namang tapusin mo na siya agad nang makahinga nang kaunti bago dumating ang susunod na kailangan mong gawin.

Kakatwa man, parte ito ng proseso. Magrereklamo sa mga gagawin, tatamarin, gagawin lahat maliban sa dapat na gawin, magsusulat ng kaunti, tatamarin ulit (nandito na ako ngayon) – pero sa huli, matatauhan (hay, sana mangyari na ‘to) at susubukang maghabol pa din naman sa pasahan.

Matatapos din to 🙂

weekend projects

When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to? Not because you had to?

It’s seldom that one finds oneself doing  things out of the sheer pleasure (and sense of fulfillment) one can get from it. Sometimes, we lose ourselves trying to finish tasks which seem to come from a fountain of eternity. They just keep on coming. The pile of your desk increasing and occupying the next day’s space in one’s weekly planner.

Need, have, must – a race against time in meeting deadlines. All these eventually leads to burnout. It’s not exactly something I’d like to experience. It takes a loooong while to recover from a burnout.

And so, I try to recall the things I really love doing and come up with an output within the weekend. For this weekend, I ended up with two acrylic outputs.

This is the first time I’m using acrylic. I used to be intimidated by the medium because I see it a lot of great paintings. After studying the canvasses at a local bank office, I thought it would be fun to try it.

Attempt No. 1 (Finger Painting). Tried acrylic on a black board to get to know it a bit.

And because I had no prepared canvas, I decided to have an old shirt as the canvass. Maybe next time I’ll use textile paint 🙂

No movies for this weekend 🙂


There are those moments when one clearly is at a loss on what to do, then survives the day, and then later on enters a trancelike state, amazed and wondering how one survived the day – or part of it.

“How was I able to get through that?” I’ve been thinking about it for a day and I am still amazed. I went to work not knowing how to start the day and then the day unfolds as if it’s been planned. What’s better is that I seem to perform better on that one unplanned day compared with the days when I really prepared things in advance.

Getting things done when one really had no idea how to go about even starting the task or getting through the day not knowing how is one feel-good experience.


Perhaps it’s me being an alto or it could be because of my unfeminine manner, people just keep calling me “sir” – and I happen to be female (by sex and gender). Being mistaken for a male is not something new to me. Not a year passes without someone mistaking me for a male or calling me “sir”

During elementary and high school, my hair was cut really short. I wasn’t exactly ladylike or feminine. I found it understandable how people would mistake me for a male. The only reason I wore skirts was because it’s part of the uniform and the Home Economics dressmaking project. We had to wear everything we have sewn – that included pleated and pencil cut skirts. Occasionally, my aunt would force me to wear skirt during Sundays (elementary days) and school and community events (recognition day, first communion, and that time when I lead the Sta. Cruzan as an angel with the cotton ball spotted wings).

I spent most of my time observing my father do carpentry work and repairs instead of the more “feminine” way of letting time pass. And since I was the youngest among a bunch of four (all-female), I ended up being his assistant for the longest time. My older sisters were busy with more “mature” stuff. This was the time I developed the habit of always having a towel over a shoulder and the loose shirts-and-pajama uniform at home. With that orientation, the “boy cut”, and the must-lose loose shirts, I can understand how someone could have  mistaken me for a boy.

Having “Ricarda” as part of your name wasn’t really that helpful. I have gotten used to having my certificates reprinted because they always thought that the second “a” was a mistake and they would automatically change it to “o” – that would change the name to “Ricardo”. That would not be me anymore. But hey, who would have “Ricarda” as their name anyway? Well for one,  me?

I really had no right to complain about being mistaken for a male during those days because of my haircut, manner, and name.

What I do not understand is that why – even when I’m wearing a pair of  sandals, a black top (not a T-shirt), and a long necklace – am I still called “Sir”?!

(Partida, effort na effort na nga ako magpakababae sa lagay na yun ha?!)

out of Elbi – at last

It was not until this morning that I realized how long it has been since I got out of Los Baños. I couldn’t even remember the last time I visited even its neighboring city, Calamba.

It was not until this morning that I realized how long it has been since I got out of Los Baños. I couldn’t even remember the last time I visited even its neighboring city, Calamba. We were on our way to Cavite for our Environment of Management (MGT 203) class. Our classmate was kind enough to accommodate us in his car.

  1. Wood Craft Shops
  2. Ilog ni Maria Honey Bee Farm (Closed on Mondays)
  3. Refreshers Organic Farm
  4. Leslie’s Restaurant
  5. (Attempt at) Sonya’s Garden
  6. Pink Sisters
  7. Ming’s Garden

Overall, it was a good trip. I got to interact with our other classmates. (I learned that my salary would probably be just their tax 🙂 But it’s great knowing that despite the positions they hold in their respective firms, people are still nice and approachable.

Field trips are excluded from the 100-peso challenge 🙂

Here’s what my C901 got from the trip.

Ilog ni Maria Honey Bee Farm

Ilog ni Maria Honey Bee Farm

Refresher’s Organic Farm

Greens everywhere – herbs, spices, and lettuce. A field full of lettuce!

Pink Sisters

Nah, did not go inside the church. I might spontaneously combust. But I did want to confirm if the nuns really wore pink – they do.

Ming’s Garden

The halo-halo was great! – or perhaps I was just vereeeh hungry when we got there.

There’s no doubt it’s summer or  El Niño parhaps? It was just way warmer than usual. We were walking under the four o’clock sun which felt like the sun at noon.