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Crista
10 January 2012 @ 02:24 pm
Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time
Queen's Bohermian Rhapsody
Season's of Love from the Musical Play Rent
Yesterday Once More - Abba
 
 
Crista
15 October 2011 @ 04:50 pm
Even the young at heart is not getting any younger. No one is. In fact, we lose chances and opportunities to live our dream as seconds and minutes gone by because of inaction and complacency.
 
I am speaking for myself, perhaps. Time is not making anything easier especially nowadays.
 
Adios to my lax self. It’s time to get serious.
 
 
 
Crista
28 September 2011 @ 05:25 pm
If you're asking me to speak out of honesty, "I would right then and there say 'no'"

I've learned from my mistake and won't be taking chances to do another mistake, and lose a possible opportunity. Taking into consideration the entire picture, I am giving you a 'yes'.

This time, I do hope that I am choosing the right option. In time, if this is, yet again, in my option, I would lbe living this industry.
 
 
Current Mood: disappointeddisappointed
 
 
Crista
26 September 2011 @ 04:20 pm
What are the oDDs?

Meron akong sariling pamamaraan ng pananaliksik. Totoo. Minsan, sa pagsasaliksik ko di ko maiwasang makabsa ng mga bagay na di ko dapat na malaman o yung mga tipong 'read at your own risk' na uri ng tala. Kadalasan, marami akong natututunan sa paksa ng aking pagsasaliksik. Minsan na din akong nainis, natawa, naiyak at nasuklam sa aking nakita.

Ngayon, iba naman ang mga nakita ko. Siguro nga, tamang 'investigative' ang isa sa mga strong points ko ayon sa RIASEC.

Hulaan mo.

What are the odds na may makita kang magkatulad na pahina, tulad ng pangalan at alam mong impossible na maisip ito ng magkaibang tao.

Ang isa, tough-guy act. Ang isa, closet-queen.

Siya, ano na ngayon ang iisipin ko? Aber?

What are the oDDs?
 
 
Crista
19 September 2011 @ 04:03 pm
Walk  
I used to walk with my eyes focused ahead, eyebrows meeting together and my lips in a pout on my way home. I used to walk while in deep thought that time seemed to be too fast and I am where I am supposed to be. Just like that.

I never took notice of the billboards or signages I passed along Greenbelt, Glorietta and Landmark. I could not hear the bustling of people rushing to bus stops. I can't even hear my own breathing. What I hear is my selfish mind doing a recap of what went wrong. At the end of the day, I am beat because of my mind's doing.

I've learned a new habit that changes the walks I take. Not just along this certain connecting but in every walks I take. I've learned that it is better to have the mind in silence for a couple of minutes and think of nothing.

Yes, you've read correctly. It's fun to think of nothing.

Let's put it this way. Think all you want but give your mind a break.

In exchange, I take leisure trips despite the blowing of horns, after office laughter and hurried footsteps by feeding my senses with what I hear, see and smell. By doing so, this takes me elsewhere. I leave my HR hat in the office and everything that upset me during the day is left and I won't be picking it up again to ruin my days forward.

You won't get much of the picture unless you try doing so. The art of silencing the mind's babble is quite hard to master. I am not saying that I have mastered it. I am, more of, on the way to submitting myself to this concept. More than anything, this is self-fulfilling and relaxing in more ways than one.

:)
 
 
Current Mood: calmcalm
 
 
Crista
11 September 2011 @ 10:58 am
Gigising ka, alam mo dahil mulat na ang iyong mga mata. AT pagkagising mo, maaalala mong mayroong mali. Maiisip mong di mo pala ito 'naalala' dahil hindi ito ni minsang nakalimutan. Nandiyan siya, ang suliraning babagbag sa iyong isipin at sasakit sa iyong damdamin. Mapagtatanto mong di ito yung sinasabi nilang "waking up at the wrong side of the bed".

Hindi problema sas isang tao, hindi problema sa trabaho at llalong hindi problema sa bahay. Tatanggapin mong isa itong pansariling suliranin kahit mahirap at masakit.

Naising mo mang iiyak at ilabas ang iyong nasa isip, ikaw lang ang makakaintindi. Ikaw lang at ang sarili mo.

Araw-araw kang gigising. Araw-araw mong iisipin.

Ano ang iyong gagawin?
 
 
Crista
04 September 2011 @ 01:04 pm

Hindi ko maiwasang mainis sa tuwing masasabihan ako ng aking lola na hindi ako marunong magwalis. Madalas niya akong masabihan nito sa tuwing makikita niyang tuwid ang aking likod at ang walis ay di man lang sumasayad sa lupa. Bagamat ay bata pa ako noon at labag sa aking kalooban na mautusang gumawa ng gawaing bahay, aminado akong madalas akong masabihang tamad ni papa at di ko itatangging ayaw kong kumilos sa tuwing mauutusan.

Gaya ng ng sabi nila, dumarating sa punto na isusuko mo ang idealismo pag naintindihan mo na ang kahalagahan ng mga bagay-bagay sa mundo. Dati rati, ang aking paniniwala ay, hangga't may gagawa, iba ang gagawa.Sa akin, natutunan ko ding maunawaang di ako pwedeng manatili na walang alam sa gawaing bahay. Gaya ng madalas sa akin ni mama: "iba na ang may alam sa bahay".

Kaya nakagawian na naming magkapatid na tumulong sa gawaing bahay tuwing bakasyon. Kadalasan, ako'y naitatalaga sa paglilinis sa sala. Sa tulong ni mama, natutunan ko na ang pagpupunas upang maalis ang alikabok sa mga muwebles ay ginagawa matapos magwalis, na dapat ibilad ang throw pillows sa arawan bago ito isaayos sa mga sofa.

Minsan din akong naatasang magluto at di ko makalimutang sariwain ang unang itlog na aking pinirito na nag mukhang okoy. Matapos kong masugatan ng ilang beses, makabasag ng platito sa gulat ng ako'y matilamsikan ng mainit ng mantika at masabihang sobra o kulang sa lasa ang aking niluto ay natutunan kong mamaster ang ilang lutong aking maipagmamalaki (Sinigang na Baboy, Adobo, Ginisang Ampalaya, Tinola, Chicken / Pork Af Aritada atbp.).

Natutunan ko ding magsaing matapos ng ilang gabing kumain ang aming maganak ng matigas at minsa'y sunog na kanin. Higit sa lahat, natuto akong mag-bake ng brownies at pancake (wala pa ding tatalo sa homemade macaroons ni mama).

Sa paglalaba, natutunan kong ihiwalay ang puti sa decolor dahil ng minsang ako ang maglaba, naging pink ang puti kong pantalon. Ang dati rating pagtulong sa pagbabanlaw ng damit matapos i-washing machine ay nauwi sa solo kong paglalaba ng damit naming maganak. Naintidihan ko na mainam na banlawan ng tatlong beses ang mga damit matapos itong isalang sa washing machine. Masasabi kong isa din ito sa namaster ko at kakayanin kong gawin miski ako ay maiwan sa aming bahay at muling maitalaga na gawain itong mag-isa.

Natutunan ko ding magplantsa dahil sa aming H.E.L.E (Home Economics and Livelihood Education) class (Hi Ma'am Nem). Kagaya ng ilang pagsubok na aking napagdaanan upang matutunan ang mga ito, nagawa ko ding makasunog ng aking damit isang beses.

Maipagmamalaki ko na natutunan kong gawin ang mga ito kahit na hindi ko ito madalas na naisagawa dahil dati ay mayroon kaming kasambahay. Kung dati'y isinusumpa kong tumayo at kumilos upang tumulong sa gawaing bahay, ito ngayo'y aking kinahihiligang gawin tuwing Sabado at Linggo. Kadalasa'y hindi ko nga ba maintindihan kung bakit, ngayong ako'y nagtatrabaho na at dapat na mapahinga tuwing weekends.


 
 
Current Mood: fullfull
 
 
Crista
01 August 2011 @ 11:38 pm
 By then, her Father would look at her crestfallen face. There was disappointment painted across her eyes. She lifted her gaze not looking at him like there was guilt elsewhere under her wings.

“I was not able to live the promise I made in your presence. I failed to embody your life to my brothers and sisters.” She stared at the piece of paper with utmost interest. If only those words were easy imprint on her actions.

“Child,” she spoke with compassion and understanding in His voice. “That was a job well done.”

She shook her head, “No. I failed You. My words are but words, Father. I could not seem to put my everything in making ‘this’ come to life. I should have faired well on this first day. You’ve embraced my mistakes and cleansed the core of my heart with forgiveness. In return, I should be able to put your teachings in my actions.”

“My daughter, these words,” He took the crumpled sheet from her closed hand, “are pure and coming from your heart.” He pointed towards her chest, “living my words is never an easy task.”

“How could You say that when you saw what just happened back there?”

“I watch everything you do. I see everything you think. I feel everything that you feel. My daughter, I know that you meant no ill when you broke one of the many things you said you will transform. You felt sorrow the instant you inflicted hurt on one of your sisters and that’s done.” He was smiling as he smoothened the paper.

“Do not be afraid for these words would come to life one faithful day. Everything that you’ve done and will do henceforth will be my words. Do not count the iron filling that sunk on a sea of sand.”
 
 
Crista
13 July 2011 @ 05:10 pm

Where do you see yourself in five years or where don’t you see yourself? Why?

First question listed was submitted by [info]missgriim. (Follow-up questions, if any, may have been added by LiveJournal.)

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If I were to follow the blue print I have laid down for my plans, more or less, I'd be someone thanking a whole lot of people who inspired my drive to do better. I might still be a practitioner in the Industrial Setting but on a position 3 notches or a couple more higher thatn my post right now. I might have travelled the entire of our country  and 1/10 of Asia. I might have earned my Master's degree and might be doing part time job in the Academe set-up.

I'd be giving credit for sponteneity, however.
 
 
Crista
23 June 2011 @ 05:35 pm
I don't want to go hurting people. I don't want to hurt myself either.

This time, just for this time, I want to protect myself. I don't want to be sympathetic and empathic. I don't want to play pretend and go with the flow. I don't want to listen because it is sickening to the bone. I don't want anything that has something to do with me and sacrifices.

I don't want to listen becuase I tend to forget myself. I don't want to listen because I put my name last on my list. I don't want to listen because I pretend that I am okay when I am not.

I don't want to listen because I might come out too strong and blurt out for people to shut up.

I don't want anyone to come touching this sensitive side of me.

I don't want it because I hate it.