Perhaps, it’s the unpleasant events at the start of the week or perhaps this is just PMS. Whatever it is, I seem to live in a cloud of negativity lately. It’s just so easy to notice unpleasant things and one would tire taking note of all of them. Finding the positive side of things seem to be such an effort.

I do realize I have a lot to be thankful for. This is just a phase. I’ll soon get out of this.


too much?

Most of the time, we unconsciously immerse ourselves into work racing to meet deadline after deadline after deadline. A little time to breath before facing the increasing number of tasks in one’s to-do. No complaints there. At least one knows he/she is trusted with a job. However, one does not also have to live a life dreading deadlines.

Sometimes, we force ourselves too much to meet deadlines. How do we know if we’re at the “too much” category? Now, that’s the hard part.

When one feels guilty for spending time catching sleep instead of finishing that draft, is it too much? If we encounter work even in our dreams, is it too much? If we spend weekends working the backlog never seems to decrease, is it too much? When one starts dreading work that one used to love, is it too much?

We lose ourselves in all the deadlines we need to meet that we forget why we’re even doing it – aside from that simplistic thought “because I have to” and “because I’m paid to do it”. If our concept of vacation is getting out of town yet keeping in touch with the workplace because of submissions, is it too much?

Why am I even doing this? Why do I choose to work beyond the required time? When did I decide to use my weekends for work? And still, the to-do list is never cleared. If we have difficulty answering these questions or perhaps a long pause before the answers – is it too much?

Pacing, they say. Three years and still, I haven’t developed a healthy work pace yet. I tend to linger on the extremes. That’s one of the things I need to work on this year.

room ethics

Let’s talks about room ethics.

My point. I was the fifth to register in for that room. I  get to select which upper deck I preferred since all the four lower decks were taken. Now you do not – I repeat do NOT just move my things to that upper deck closest to the air-conditioning unit just because you come from the same community with most of my room mates. Whoever you are, I’m thankful I do not know you.

Saying “I’m pissed” is an understatement right now.

Diplomacy, diplomacy, diplomacy… let me keep repeating this (in Filipino, of course) for the next five days. I’ll be a better person after this week – way better (I hope).

Nueva Caceres Hotel: Why do you even position your ACUs in level with upper decks?! (Only applicable to rooms with 8-person capacity).


There’s this ice cream brand which is definitely not what one would find in your average grocery store. Pricey, for me at least. Still, there’s that curiosity if it’s worth the price.

It was such a delight to find an ice creamed-stocked refrigerator at Nueva Caceres Hotel. I was amused to observe that people reacted to this particular product display in the same way I did. (So, hindi lang ako ang nangunguripot.)

1. Initial delight in finding a relatively uncommon product.

2. Zoom in. Marvel at the display. Ice cream on a summer day? A treat.

3. Check the price. “Hmnn…” Contemplates if the price would worth the utils one would get from the product.  Then people move on to where they should be going.

(Still contemplating…) 4. Return and purchase one thinking “The hell, I deserve a treat!”

CR scare

I found myself embarrassed to go out of the cubicle.

The occupant of the next cubicle cleared his throat. Yes, it sounded like a he.

I strongly believed that the occupant was a he. Well at least strong enough that for me to doubt if I entered the right loo. I waited for the room to clear before I went out. That few minutes was spent torturing myself with embarrassing scenarios of me facing male participants of the workshop we were documenting.

I kept trying to recall the sign I last saw – if it was indeed female. I do have the tendency to overlook signs or do things absentmindedly. I desperately hoped this was not one of them.

At last the room cleared and I was free to go out. I looked at the door sign. It was for females. At least I got it right.

summer stroll

Just came from a stroll along Grove at 11:50 in the morning – for the sake of ice. I do have ice in the apartment but it isn’t enough to keep me cool for the whole afternoon. The delivery of ice in Los Baños seem to be delayed. Even the fridge of the  24-hour shop I usually depended on having ice was empty. Thrice I checked. It remained empty. Even Mang Pog’s ice boxes were empty.

The search for ice started at about 7 am after my morning jog. (Yes, at last, I did manage to really jog – although 6 am start was quite late already.) The responses given included delayed in delivery and it not yet being in a solid state.

I had to do errands in latter in the morning and still there was no ice. I walked along Grove carrying a liter of pineapple juice in an already torn paper bag (I wish they’d produce stronger paper bags that people can reuse). I cannot go home without ice. The tube ice delivery truck has never caused that much delight in me as when I saw it this morning. I thought it was going to deliver ice to the 24-hour shop. I checked. It did not. I can’t buy a small amount of ice from the truck. With that sinking feeling, I started walking back to the apartment, with the can of pineapple juice.

Funny how stores post “ice 4 sale” signs and then when a customer buys, they’d say they have none? Irritating. Might as well remove the sign if they have no stock.

Fortunately, there was this one store that had ice. Such a relief. I did not matter if I walked back and forth along Grove searching for ice – at noon. I found ice 😀

unit 2

I woke up with no idea how I managed to silence three alarm settings in my phone. I planned to wake up early to jog and visit the garden show then spend the rest of the day working. One out of three is not-so-good. Of the three, I managed to visit the garden show at the UPLB Seniors Social Garden at 3 pm. I was supposed to go there in the morning. The show will last until May 2. Spent the morning watching movies instead. It wasn’t really a productive morning. Spent most of the day enduring the effect of summer, El Niño, and/or climate change. Unit 2 felt like an oven. I did manage to amuse myself  getting to know Dee, the D3000. I’ve been feeling guilty for not spending enough time with it.

Today’s the commencement exercises of UP Los Baños. I went to Freedom Park at about three but I found it too hot to stay outdoors. I decided to go to the garden show instead and then take a nap at home – just to let pass time. I planned to return later that night when it’s cooler. My nap got extended – and extended – and again… (you get the idea).

The number 3 setting in the electric fan isn’t enough for this day’s heat. It’s quite hard to fall asleep but when you do, it’s more difficult to rouse and get on with work. The temperature isn’t really ideal for work. I found myself at Cafe Antonio seeking for that place where I can think. Found it. Now, to get on with the work part.