as hi-tech as the world has become, there is just something about writing things down. to date: i have a stack of planners collecting dust on a shelf. one per year since 2004 and three just for last year. (it wasn't intentional!) more than planners/organizers, some of them have become part journals as well. i've written down personal thoughts, events and so much more in them.
you'd think that in this day and age, things such as planners/organizers would become obsolete, but for someone like me, that won't be anytime soon. i used to have a pda, my current mobile phone has pda-like capabilities and i currently own an ipad. all these gadgets have not made my planner obsolete in any way. because if you ask me, they're just different.
perhaps i am like what most people are. caught between the digital age and the old-fashioned world. but i don't really mind. both present their own merits. and i get to have both.
March 16, 2011
March 10, 2011
A Shopaholic's Confession
I am impulsive. I admit to that. And most of the time, it results in bought items that I later on regret buying. The items range from clothes to shoes to gadgets and even some little useless thing that I thought was cute. Bags are no exception by the way.
My sister, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. She could wait a year before buying something that she really wants. One time, there was a pair of shoes that she liked. Being the stingy person that she is (even she would admit to that), she decided to wait until they were on sale. After a few months, she tried looking for the pair in the stores. But unfortunately, we couldn't find a single pair. And so I thought she finally learned her lesson. That sometimes, when you want something and you can very well afford it (the shoes weren't expensive), you should just get it. A few months passed, while strolling along in a mall. We found the shoes. And it had a 10% discount. So my sister tried them on and they fit nicely and she said they seemed comfy too. So naturally, I assumed that she would buy them already. But no, she said that maybe they'd be on sale soon. I told her, sige ka baka mawala na uli yan magsisi ka! It was only then that she decided to finally buy the shoes.
Over the years, chalk it up to the fact that we were together most of the time, we kinda rubbed off on each other. For the most part, I benefited more because my purchases were thought of more carefully. I literally could hear her voice in my head telling me that I shouldn't be buying something useless or something, that in her opinion, I either have enough of or have too much of already.
Last Sunday, I saw a cute pair of swimsuit in Marks & Spencer. To date, I have 5 pairs of swimsuits. I actually don't use the oldest pair anymore. So that brings the number down to 4. One of those 4, in my opinion, isn't as "nice-looking" as the others are. So I don't use it as much. I use it more for doing laps when I get the chance. This is me "justifying" the want to buy the new swimsuit. My usual "justification" process would involve discussion with my abovementioned sister, visualization in my part on how the targeted purchase would be useful for me and of course, how big of a dent would it make on my wallet. But because we had to leave the mall soon, I didn't even have enough time to try the swimsuit on and see how it fits. But I promised I would be back. I would come back for it, even if it was just to try it on.
Monday came and a friend asked me if I wanted to accompany her to go shopping. I asked her where, and of course she said Megamall. Exactly the place where I wanted to go and try on the lovely swimsuit that I can't seem to get off my mind. Not to mention the skirts I've been looking for in Forever 21. But as luck would have it, I couldn't make it. She was already done shopping while I was just about to get home. I thought to myself, don't worry, you'll get your chance. And that chance came the next day. As my sister and constant companion and I were talking, she asked me, just how many swimsuits do you need?! After booking a trip earlier in the day to my favorite beach, Boracay, I was almost sure I was going to buy that swimsuit.
It was of course our first stop. I made a beeline for the suits and found the right sizes for me. Someone assisted us and we made our way to the fitting room. As if it were destined, the suit fit me well. Even my sister agreed that it hid the bulges that needed to be hidden and didn't show as much cleavage as some other suits do. It was for me. There was no doubt about that. Swimsuits aren't like normal clothes. You can't always find something you like and fits you nicely as well.
And so I went home a happy camper. As I got home, I promptly took out my new suit and a blouse bought from Forever 21. I cut the tag from the blouse and put it in the hamper. The swimsuit is folded carefully and put in the closet. I will wait until the chance to use it comes before I will have it washed.
My sister, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. She could wait a year before buying something that she really wants. One time, there was a pair of shoes that she liked. Being the stingy person that she is (even she would admit to that), she decided to wait until they were on sale. After a few months, she tried looking for the pair in the stores. But unfortunately, we couldn't find a single pair. And so I thought she finally learned her lesson. That sometimes, when you want something and you can very well afford it (the shoes weren't expensive), you should just get it. A few months passed, while strolling along in a mall. We found the shoes. And it had a 10% discount. So my sister tried them on and they fit nicely and she said they seemed comfy too. So naturally, I assumed that she would buy them already. But no, she said that maybe they'd be on sale soon. I told her, sige ka baka mawala na uli yan magsisi ka! It was only then that she decided to finally buy the shoes.
Over the years, chalk it up to the fact that we were together most of the time, we kinda rubbed off on each other. For the most part, I benefited more because my purchases were thought of more carefully. I literally could hear her voice in my head telling me that I shouldn't be buying something useless or something, that in her opinion, I either have enough of or have too much of already.
Last Sunday, I saw a cute pair of swimsuit in Marks & Spencer. To date, I have 5 pairs of swimsuits. I actually don't use the oldest pair anymore. So that brings the number down to 4. One of those 4, in my opinion, isn't as "nice-looking" as the others are. So I don't use it as much. I use it more for doing laps when I get the chance. This is me "justifying" the want to buy the new swimsuit. My usual "justification" process would involve discussion with my abovementioned sister, visualization in my part on how the targeted purchase would be useful for me and of course, how big of a dent would it make on my wallet. But because we had to leave the mall soon, I didn't even have enough time to try the swimsuit on and see how it fits. But I promised I would be back. I would come back for it, even if it was just to try it on.
Monday came and a friend asked me if I wanted to accompany her to go shopping. I asked her where, and of course she said Megamall. Exactly the place where I wanted to go and try on the lovely swimsuit that I can't seem to get off my mind. Not to mention the skirts I've been looking for in Forever 21. But as luck would have it, I couldn't make it. She was already done shopping while I was just about to get home. I thought to myself, don't worry, you'll get your chance. And that chance came the next day. As my sister and constant companion and I were talking, she asked me, just how many swimsuits do you need?! After booking a trip earlier in the day to my favorite beach, Boracay, I was almost sure I was going to buy that swimsuit.
It was of course our first stop. I made a beeline for the suits and found the right sizes for me. Someone assisted us and we made our way to the fitting room. As if it were destined, the suit fit me well. Even my sister agreed that it hid the bulges that needed to be hidden and didn't show as much cleavage as some other suits do. It was for me. There was no doubt about that. Swimsuits aren't like normal clothes. You can't always find something you like and fits you nicely as well.
And so I went home a happy camper. As I got home, I promptly took out my new suit and a blouse bought from Forever 21. I cut the tag from the blouse and put it in the hamper. The swimsuit is folded carefully and put in the closet. I will wait until the chance to use it comes before I will have it washed.
personal space
this is probably one of my biggest pet peeves. personal space. two simple words that a lot of people seem to fail to understand. it really isn't too much to ask is it? if you're standing less than a feet from me, then you are just a bit too close for comfort.
of course there are exceptions, there always is. but what i'm talking about are the regular ones, from lines in supermarkets, to lining up for communion or just any public place. if i don't know you, and you're not marc nelson, perhaps you could give me a little more breathing space.
of course there are exceptions, there always is. but what i'm talking about are the regular ones, from lines in supermarkets, to lining up for communion or just any public place. if i don't know you, and you're not marc nelson, perhaps you could give me a little more breathing space.
March 2, 2011
Perspective
Stop. Take a breath. Look around you.
You just might find someone who is worse off than you are. Have you ever considered that maybe you are part of the problem? Rather than keep blaming everybody else, perhaps it would be a better use of your time to find solutions to your problems.
Honestly, it's getting to be tiring. It's all just too much. You complain too much and yet you refuse to acknowledge your faults. Own up to the mistakes that you made, and maybe life will get easier after that.
It doesn't help anyone. Stop playing the victim.
You just might find someone who is worse off than you are. Have you ever considered that maybe you are part of the problem? Rather than keep blaming everybody else, perhaps it would be a better use of your time to find solutions to your problems.
Honestly, it's getting to be tiring. It's all just too much. You complain too much and yet you refuse to acknowledge your faults. Own up to the mistakes that you made, and maybe life will get easier after that.
It doesn't help anyone. Stop playing the victim.
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