Yesterday was a very interesting day for me – it was a first for a lot of things and yet it felt familiar.
In just a day, I got a cursory yet eye-opening look at how web development projects work. I felt as though my brain had been on sabbatical for a while and suddenly experienced a rude awakening. Then it turned in to “Aha” moments and things gradually started making sense to me. Baby steps. It is definitely a radical shift from a physically-demanding day to a more cognitive one. A welcome development.
Also, note to self that I am no longer “on stage” like I was while in Disney, which by the way bred a special kind of paranoia about the unseen surveyor. I am relieved of a strict dress code – that overall “classic Disney look”. I never imagined it to be so…liberating.
Certainly didn’t hurt to have healthy lunch. That was a treat. I miss eating healthier food, in general. Yesterday, something in me stirred after having a plate full of vegetables. I was reminded of how much I disliked bad food. Bad as in burritos and ice cream – a combo meal I am just shocked now that I used to have.
The time differences also shook up my body clock. I might have to tweak the process of my days now.
Driving is still an important skill to have despite my snobbery about the whole commuting versus driving situation.
There’s still a lot more to learn about the front and back end of CRM.
It also feels great to be back on a Mac. I have a PC for personal use so I definitely see the strengths of both. I just like cross-platform usage. Remember Ubuntu?
I am also disappointed in myself that I broke my glasses. I haven’t found the perfect frame yet. Maybe I’m due for a trip to SF.
I need to learn where I can find Krispy Kreme.
Until two months ago, this website used to be a music blog. I started the blog in 2006, when my friend, Ria introduced me to a web developer, her cousin, Andrew. At this time, I was still living in Davao City, Philippines, was a freshman at Ateneo and was recently hired as a radio disc jockey. I decided that music was going to be my niche for the blog. Thus, Southisms was born.
The blog went on for a while, but over the years I had lost the passion to write about music. I don’t know what happened. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that our radio station had to cut costs and eventually drop me as a talent. Maybe it was because I stopped writing and performing music. I lost it. The embers of my passion died down.
In college, I got distracted. Majorly distracted. I won’t delve on the specifics but let’s just say I was all over the place. My interests diversified. I started reading a lot more on social theory, psychology (which was what I studied) and philosophy. Lots of it.
I am of the persuasion that the week starts on a Sunday. I am not really sure how I have come to this idea but I’m convinced that it’s the perfect day to start a desirable habit.
A lot of people wait until Monday and I think that’s impractical. What if you’re busy on a Monday? I’m sure there’s evidence out there somewhere to prove that people are statistically busier on a Monday as opposed to the day before that. Or at least they think so.
That’s where all the psychological crutch comes from. Some people think to themselves, okay, I will start this on Monday. But they later find excuses not to. The plan gets pushed back another week because, perhaps, it’s just easier to keep track when you start a habit on the first day of the week. It doesn’t sound logical but I believe a lot of people tend to think this way. I do too, sometimes.
May I offer a solution? Start it when it’s least hectic. For me, it’s usually a Sunday.
As a matter of fact, it doesn’t matter what day it is in the week. I think what people need to do is to psychologically prepare themselves by making an occasion out of starting a habit. For example, the recent Friday the 13th was a perfect day as any to start a new habit. It’s memorable. Thursday the 12th would have been just as fine too. The trick is to feed your brain markers that are memorable.
One of the habits I desire to have is to write everyday. It’s hard for me because I find a lot of times that I have nothing to write about. A lot of art and writing gurus recommend that you write everyday, even if you’re spewing word salad. They make it sound so simple because it really should be. But a recommendation is what it is. Subconsciously, we make too many excuses not to heed advice. The following are some advice you’ll possibly ignore!
Tomorrow, I leave for Vegas. It will be my first time there.
I have an unhealthy habit of losing sleep over an impending trip. Especially to a place I have never been to. It’s an ordeal. No exceptions: the night before a trip, I would pack my bags late in to the night and just stay up until the daylight comes out. It’s a cocktail of insomnia, anxiety and thrill.
And this feeling is suspended all the way to the airplane. I am just running on adrenaline juice at that point, if there was one so induced by excitement.
I believe it’s called Wanderlust.
The feeling is like no other, I believe. I live for it. I love hopping on trains, motorcycles, back of trucks full of chickens (true story) and even my own feet – just to get me to that place which, as far as I’m concerned, I must absolutely see with my own eyes. Sometimes I wonder if it even matters where it is anymore. If I have not been there, I must absolute be there.
I have embarked on some very interesting trips in this life. Like I said, I have spent innumerable hours on public transport. Eating, sleeping, reading, going to the restroom (on trains and mid-way bus stops) – I could pretty much live in these things if they ran 24 hours and I had unlimited travel credit. That might not be such a bad idea. What if there was a ticket for all forms of public transport? These are things I ponder on just because I love going to new places so much.
I have only one problem: I live in Orange County. Let me just be blunt about it and say that public transportation sucks out here. Not the place to be if you don’t know how to drive. That last sentence is my life in a nut shell. It says a lot about my situation in Southern California, if you know a thing or two about this place. The first thing being – it’s a car-centric place. Everything is so spread out. For the first time, I felt like I was seeing more cars in the road than people I could genuinely interact with.
Life is spaced out so much. That’s pretty much the back story.