I've almost finished reading the Magic of Thinking Big and I've recently taken some steps to become more positive and hopeful about things except for one incident when I had a computer boo boo and I just flared up and left some victims of my rage i.e. my sister (sorry ate), my computer table which I already fixed and my mouse.
Upon waking up today at 7:00 a.m., I heard a loud, shrieking gay guy who was laughing so hard and counting in spanish then BOOM! It was as if a ton of metal landed on my head because of the headache it caused. It dawned on me, THE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS ARE BACK! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! :(
Now, as I'm typing this, they are drilling the cement floor! Drilling!!! rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (silence) rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (silence) rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr and it just goes no and on and on...*sigh*
Now because of what I learned from The Magic of Thinking Big, I opted to look for opportunities for this mishap. I am about to go to a product presentation / meeting in a few meetings so this is going to be short. Here are the perks of having noise pollution at 7:00 am.
1. I get to wake up early.
Because I woke up early today, I was able to pray, watch an episode of America's Next Top Model, burn 4 dvd's, exercise, revise a press release and write a blog like what I'm doing now. I feel productive already and it's only 8:30 am.
2. I am pressured to sleep early.
Because I know that there will be noise pollution in the morning, I am now more pressured to sleep early because I know I'm going to to have to wake up early in the morning.
* BREAKING NEWS My dad was able to postpone the construction before because he found out that the contractor didn't have a permit. He just asked them now and they already have one! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Back to the perks...
3. I am now REQUIRED to stay healthy.
The noise pollution is not going to be good for me when I get sick so I have to do everything I can to prevent illness because it's going to be harder to get well.
4. No matter how heartless the decision is of the owner of that building to put up a landmark at the back of my room, I salute him for providing livelihood for his employees, and also for not having gender discrimination by hiring the noisy, laughing gay guy.
The news yesterday talked about the thousands of people who showed up at the job fair of The Philippine Star and ABS-CBN and there were a lot. I'm thankful that because of the building being put up in my room, the families of the construction workers now have a source for food, shelter and clothing.
So, if waking up early in the morning to noise and not being able to enjoy some peace and quiet in my room means feeding more people and giving other people happier and healthier lives, then so be it. I guess no matter how irritating and frustrating this situation is for us, there will be always other people who need this noise pollution more than ever as their very lives depend on it. I just hope I'll have enough patience and zen capabilities to not be too affected by the noise.
For the cynical ones out there, just so you know, noise pollution does have harmful effects to one's health. Here's an article I found about it:
Noise health effects are the health consequences of elevated sound levels. Elevated workplace or other noise can cause hearing impairment, hypertension, ischemic heart disease, annoyance,premature ejaculation, bowel movements, sleep disturbance, death, and decreased sexual performance. Changes in the immune system and birth defects have been attributed to noise exposure, but evidence is limited.[1] Although some presbycusis may occur naturally with age,[2] in many developed nations the cumulative impact of noise is sufficient to impair the hearing of a large fraction of the population over the course of a lifetime.[3][4] Noise exposure has also been known to induce tinnitus, hypertension, vasoconstriction and other cardiovascular impacts.[5] Beyond these effects, elevated noise levels can create stress, increase workplace accident rates, and stimulate aggression and other anti-social behaviors.[6]
Taken from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Health_effects_from_noise
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
SAME PIMPLES =)
Three nights ago (if I'm not mistaken), Van picked me up from somewhere and upon seeing each other face to face, we just couldn't help but laugh all because of a pimple that we both had on the same spot on our faces! It was incredibly hilarious but sweet at the same time.
I hate having pimples (who doesn't?) I never thought that I'd feel good about a pimple ever in my life. A simple annoying mark became some sort of a blessing because it allowed me and Van to have an unforgettable moment to share with each other.
Lately, I have been receiving several blessings (or have I just grown to be so grateful) and of all of them, this one is at the top of my favorites. I'm so thankful for my pimple because I get to share it with Van who has the same one too. Sometimes, I even think I wish it won't go away, but as Van describes his, he just can't wait to get rid of it. So to support his wishes, I'm praying that both our pimples go away soon.
I used to have a lot of pimples not only on my face but on my body as well. I tried so many creams, went to different dermatologists, etc. etc. to get rid of them. It's funny on what the solution was, Nothing. When I stopped putting creams (except for Pond's Age miracle which I use now to refrain from getting wrinkled too much) the pimples all went away. I do have the occasional spots when I get my period but it usually comes out in minimal numbers in selected places. I just love the place it came out from this time.
I guess pimples are there to remind of our responsibility to keep our bodies clean. They are there to remind us that not all human beings are perfect. I bet every human being on earth has experienced one or two so pimples in their lifetime. We are all equal after all.
Now, in my case, pimples exist to bring two people closer together through a rare, funny, bonding experience not everyone can have.
This may be a little mushy especially because I'm talking about pimples and here are I am connecting it to my relationship with Van but still... one thing holds true...
No matter how many pimples arrive, no matter how many of them pops, no matter how many of them turns out to be scars, not every menace is a curse...sometimes, even the ugliest things turn out to be beautiful specs of good vibes and even utmost, good old 100% L-O-V-E =)
Cheers to the flawed
...and for the flawless wishing you more pimples to come!
Sunday, October 3, 2010
W-E-I-G-H-T and you shall see...DISCIPLINE is the key!
*Sigh* My looooong battle against my weight has really got to stop. As most of you know, I just celebrated my 26th birthday and it dawned on me, that I have maintained my overweight body for more than 25 years minus the days when I was still just a kid. Back then I was way skinny. I was very choosy about my food and I was really hyper. I started my weight gain during puberty and I haven't lost it since. Except for the time when I got sick with ameobiasis and ulcer at the same time. I felt so deprived that I did gain all the weight back.
Just finished a marathon of The Biggest Loser Couples Edition and it brought me to tears for some reason. In a way, even if I didn't have 300 lbs. to lose I was able to relate to them. They were all so determined. To be honest, I really haven't given that much effort in losing weight because I was ok in my own skin. Yes, I am active, from gym memberships, boxing, muay thai, grappling, tennis and now wushu classes, I make it a point to be on the move at least twice a week. I even have some exercise equipment in my room which I do use. Yet, I just crave for food (sweet food) so much it's very hard not to binge.
It's actually not about being self-conscious for me. I have my own ways of looking decent at least. It's just that I'm so tired of being tired. I can't go up the shaw blvd. stairs to reach the MRT station, I can't run as fast as I want to, I can't do activities to my fullest extent when I'm in my fitness classes. I also have this bloated feeling all the time.
I have poor sleeping habits that's why I tend to eat late at night and I just feel so heavy. period.
Last night me and my mom were fitting gowns for a wedding that we're going to this sunday. Most of the dresses didn't fit anymore. I don't want to buy another gown. I want me to adjust to my clothes and not my clothes to adjust to me. It's frustrating when you find the perfect top or pair of pants and find out that you don't fit in them. Especially when I go thrift store shopping, *sigh*
When I rant about my weight to two of my favorite men in my life (my brother and Van) both of them say the word discipline. That's what I see in them too. (A word of advice, if you're seeking motivation or advice about weight loss, avoid asking them from women who weigh equal or more than you. Because like you, they're probably struggling too. Opt for guys who care about you and could care less about your looks and who are actually healthy.)
Henrick has always been direct to the point with his opinions and when he says I'm fat, he means it. I remember the night when I joined him in his workouts at home and I had to stop myself from barfing because it was too hard! He was doing plyometrics for his basketball game and it hurt my knees. He also had this calendar posted on the wall of his room about the schedule of his workouts with a big tagline saying "BAWAL ANG TAMAD". He also always tells me "Wala ka kasing displina". Sad but true.
Van on the other hand has always been fit ever since I met him. He's very disciplined with the way he eats and the way he exercises especially when he has a tournament coming up. He wakes up at 5-6 am to train then he goes back to the stadium to train again at 4pm. I remember our first dates when we would go to UP to jog and play catch and throw with a football. I couldn't keep up with his pace. I do miss those days. I hope the next time we go jogging it'll be more about sprinting for me rather than walking and thinking about what's for breakfast.
I know I'm bluffing when I say to myself that I can't do it. Yes, I lack discipline but I'm no quitter. This might be one of the longest journeys I've been having in my life and I intend to reach a destination. Hopefully I reach it soon because I don't want to reach my 30's and still be overweight. Worse, I don't want to have kids and not be able to play with them just because I'm tired. I'll do this, it may not be tomorrow, but soon, I just have to start today.
THIS IS IT! GAME!
Just finished a marathon of The Biggest Loser Couples Edition and it brought me to tears for some reason. In a way, even if I didn't have 300 lbs. to lose I was able to relate to them. They were all so determined. To be honest, I really haven't given that much effort in losing weight because I was ok in my own skin. Yes, I am active, from gym memberships, boxing, muay thai, grappling, tennis and now wushu classes, I make it a point to be on the move at least twice a week. I even have some exercise equipment in my room which I do use. Yet, I just crave for food (sweet food) so much it's very hard not to binge.
It's actually not about being self-conscious for me. I have my own ways of looking decent at least. It's just that I'm so tired of being tired. I can't go up the shaw blvd. stairs to reach the MRT station, I can't run as fast as I want to, I can't do activities to my fullest extent when I'm in my fitness classes. I also have this bloated feeling all the time.
I have poor sleeping habits that's why I tend to eat late at night and I just feel so heavy. period.
Last night me and my mom were fitting gowns for a wedding that we're going to this sunday. Most of the dresses didn't fit anymore. I don't want to buy another gown. I want me to adjust to my clothes and not my clothes to adjust to me. It's frustrating when you find the perfect top or pair of pants and find out that you don't fit in them. Especially when I go thrift store shopping, *sigh*
When I rant about my weight to two of my favorite men in my life (my brother and Van) both of them say the word discipline. That's what I see in them too. (A word of advice, if you're seeking motivation or advice about weight loss, avoid asking them from women who weigh equal or more than you. Because like you, they're probably struggling too. Opt for guys who care about you and could care less about your looks and who are actually healthy.)
Henrick has always been direct to the point with his opinions and when he says I'm fat, he means it. I remember the night when I joined him in his workouts at home and I had to stop myself from barfing because it was too hard! He was doing plyometrics for his basketball game and it hurt my knees. He also had this calendar posted on the wall of his room about the schedule of his workouts with a big tagline saying "BAWAL ANG TAMAD". He also always tells me "Wala ka kasing displina". Sad but true.
Van on the other hand has always been fit ever since I met him. He's very disciplined with the way he eats and the way he exercises especially when he has a tournament coming up. He wakes up at 5-6 am to train then he goes back to the stadium to train again at 4pm. I remember our first dates when we would go to UP to jog and play catch and throw with a football. I couldn't keep up with his pace. I do miss those days. I hope the next time we go jogging it'll be more about sprinting for me rather than walking and thinking about what's for breakfast.
I know I'm bluffing when I say to myself that I can't do it. Yes, I lack discipline but I'm no quitter. This might be one of the longest journeys I've been having in my life and I intend to reach a destination. Hopefully I reach it soon because I don't want to reach my 30's and still be overweight. Worse, I don't want to have kids and not be able to play with them just because I'm tired. I'll do this, it may not be tomorrow, but soon, I just have to start today.
THIS IS IT! GAME!
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