So far, I’ve spent almost 1.5 hours travelling to work this morning, dropping my baby off in school an hour ahead of class (not my fault, she was excited to go!), and about three hours of non-stop work seated in my desk with a few walks to my boss’ office and a few ankle and wrists stretches. Its been four hours since I heard from my lady (too excited for school). Probably, when class started at 8am, she forgot to send me a message about her morning snack. But that’s good. Focus on class, not the mobile phone.
And that’s what I’ve been doing as well: focusing on work, too busy to inform my lady that I miss her and I can’t wait to be with her at the end of another long productive day at work. I won’t blame it on anything. No “I have to work” clause to blame. I just didn’t keep in touch. I was too busy. Work is good. It doesn’t deserve the blame. Her class is good as well. I shouldn’t blame school as to why I don’t know how she’s doing. We’re just not keeping intouch.
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Over the weekend, I read a newspaper article wherein the author shared a recent experience. He was walking in the mall enjoying time with his wife, completely refreshed after a workout in the gym. The couple was happy to have such a great day together amidst their busy schedules over the past week, months, and years. It was freedom in the city. They could eat anywhere they wanted. Go where they pleased. I assume that they could even watch The Incredible Hulk at any time of the day when they felt comfortable to watch the latest flick.
Then his associate gave him a call. “Oh, excuse me, Honey. I’ll just take this call.”
“Hello?”
“Hello, Francis. Where are you? The participants have been waiting for half an hour already.”
It was then that he remembered about a speaking engagement set for his supposed to be Date With Mommy day. It was an event scheduled months earlier. An event he also diligently prepared for months ahead.
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Was he doing anything wrong? Of course not. Could you hate a guy for going out with his wife? Nope. Could you hate a guy for being so in-demand with speaking engagements? No, he’s a talented man. Nothing wrong with all parties concerned.
I make these simple mistakes more often than I notice. I accept my shortcomings fully aware that there are still some hurts that I’ve inflicted on my Baby Angel’s heart that she just let pass. Though they’re sincerely forgiven (I hope), it stresses that I’m still “too busy” more often. She doesn’t hate my work (I hope) and she in fact is the reason why I’m happy with what I do for a living.
The standard work-day runs for nine hours inclusive of the one-hour lunchbreak that also happens inside my cubicle. Still, its expected of me to deliver what’s expected. And I’m even challenging myself to meet my personal targets at work. The gym has taught me to push myself to the limit; something that I understand must be done physically, mentally, financially, and emotionally. All in good ways shempre.
I’m writing this note to save it and be viewed on a later time. I couldn’t SMS my better half knowing that she’s busy with school activities, which is good. But my free time is now. I could delay work a little since its my lunchbreak. So I’m being productive by writing this down.
I’m not perfect. I forget to send sweet messages to her when I want to and when she wants me to. In fact, this message isn’t enough to make up for the moments when I was suplado to her because I was busy --No--because I forgot to be sweet. Work has nothing to do with it. And school doesn’t have anything to do with it either. I should be sweet when I want to, which is basically 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Sweetness doesn’t come in messages or phone calls. It could come in other ways such as how I work, how I think, and how I act.
Just like Francis, Francis and I couldn’t blame other stuff. He cannot blame the mall. Or make up something like blame the traffic. I couldn’t blame my workload. I couldn’t blame my business cutthroat environment.
We both just forgot. Its my fault and I want to make up for it as much as I could by living life because of, for, and with her; that I’m truly the Kim who loves Jackie more than what we both would ever know.
Time to send an SMS to my baby. Its her lunchbreak in school right now.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Blog-focused Discoveries
Its just been about five hours since I posted my first blog on the web. Though I have been one of the many people who have posted ideas on social networking sites, this blogspot is my first, well, blog.
Its amazing about what happens in a span of hours. After broadcasting my "new" blogsite to two friends, I receive feedback that they also have such sites through wordpress.com as well as some Twitter accounts. Add to that, they also referred other acquaintances of mine that have been blogging for the past months or so. As not to feel bad, I only came across blogsites that were started up this year. I haven't met anyone who's been blogging since the 1990's. Thankfully, I'm not that much left behind.
I never knew that wordpress was a blog community. With what the name suggests at first to my innocent eyes, it seems that its more of an extension of CNN, BBC, or any Press community where the latest news are shared. But I guess that that's what it basically is. Its where the latest news are shared. Only thing I misunderstood was that its not written by journalists, but by people who just want to say what's on their mind without the need of journalism rules. Journalists are probably the uppermost and most formal bloggers since their work is posted on the web, newspapers, and Time Magazine.
Mine is posted on blogspot! Yes! Its a step closer to The Economist.
Though I know that I'll never be the first to learn about new technology, I could be privileged to be one of the first in my circle of friends to actually test the service. I'm still busy looking for some blog applications that could extend mine to the mobile. Earlier, my friend recommended that I use Fritter. So that's on my list. Need I check out other software, or even invest in it, I just might. All for the Geek Prestige of being One of The First to Use. In marketing, the first one to market a service wins the game. Though this may not be correct all the time in life and in business, it sure could come in handy in technology. After all, being unsuccessful is part of development. You have to test, re-test the test, and re-test the re-tests. The only loss here that could be heart-breaking would be how much monetary resources you've invested. Part of the game as they say.
But going back to the world, not only of Web 2.0, but the whole wide world of technology, re-tests are appreciated as these help evolve our techno dreams and desires. Being the first has it perks. Finding bugs adds more perks. The time would come when I would shun and support Twitter and Fritter (though I'm not a fan of Twitter at first glance). One, I find it short. A hundred and forty characters is not enough for a first-time blogspot blogger. I'll probably be into it (Twitter) after a few blogs and I would need a shot of something new.
And two, I personally know two people using it. I'm jealous because my news of using Twitter would be no big deal. My time will come. (Hey, where's my BlackBerry Bold??? I need it for Show-And-Tell!)
May the Heavens of blogs open up to me and give me new things to play with, new applications to install, and new --many more-- things to do!
Kudos to the Next-Gen of blogging Journalists! The Economist, here we come!
Its amazing about what happens in a span of hours. After broadcasting my "new" blogsite to two friends, I receive feedback that they also have such sites through wordpress.com as well as some Twitter accounts. Add to that, they also referred other acquaintances of mine that have been blogging for the past months or so. As not to feel bad, I only came across blogsites that were started up this year. I haven't met anyone who's been blogging since the 1990's. Thankfully, I'm not that much left behind.
I never knew that wordpress was a blog community. With what the name suggests at first to my innocent eyes, it seems that its more of an extension of CNN, BBC, or any Press community where the latest news are shared. But I guess that that's what it basically is. Its where the latest news are shared. Only thing I misunderstood was that its not written by journalists, but by people who just want to say what's on their mind without the need of journalism rules. Journalists are probably the uppermost and most formal bloggers since their work is posted on the web, newspapers, and Time Magazine.
Mine is posted on blogspot! Yes! Its a step closer to The Economist.
Though I know that I'll never be the first to learn about new technology, I could be privileged to be one of the first in my circle of friends to actually test the service. I'm still busy looking for some blog applications that could extend mine to the mobile. Earlier, my friend recommended that I use Fritter. So that's on my list. Need I check out other software, or even invest in it, I just might. All for the Geek Prestige of being One of The First to Use
But going back to the world, not only of Web 2.0, but the whole wide world of technology, re-tests are appreciated as these help evolve our techno dreams and desires. Being the first has it perks. Finding bugs adds more perks. The time would come when I would shun and support Twitter and Fritter (though I'm not a fan of Twitter at first glance). One, I find it short. A hundred and forty characters is not enough for a first-time blogspot blogger. I'll probably be into it (Twitter) after a few blogs and I would need a shot of something new.
And two, I personally know two people using it. I'm jealous because my news of using Twitter would be no big deal. My time will come. (Hey, where's my BlackBerry Bold??? I need it for Show-And-Tell!)
May the Heavens of blogs open up to me and give me new things to play with, new applications to install, and new --many more-- things to do!
Kudos to the Next-Gen of blogging Journalists! The Economist, here we come!
Finally. A Blog.
Though I'm still having difficulty finding out how to add a subdomain in my registered domain, I'm quite happy that I've found a blogsphere with easy to use instructions. I admit, I'm not really a Web2.0 guy yet I do agree that That is where the internet is headed. It gives us the voice. It gives us a channel. It gives us a medium.
This account would aim to discuss things that somewhat enter this stressed-out head of mine every now and then. When ideas do pop-up, I end up emailing my friends who, in turn, fuel my initial pop-up idea and even contribute better, more mind-boggling, and (sometimes) weirder trails of conversation. On a personal note, I couldn't dedicate this blog to any niche conversation as this is just a personal one. I'm not aimed to voicing out consumer wants, enterprise needs, animal rights, or anything specific. I just wanna blog, blog, and blog as the rest of the world has already been doing this for the past decade eversince the internet accomodated FTP and other unknown forms (to me) of communication.
The Arf, the Meow, and the BloopBloop signify the sounds I hear after work hours. Though the bloopbloop sounds caused by George, my arowanna, is something I've never heard, it's still a sound that, I guess, resonates inside his thick-glassed aquarium at home. The arf sounds come from a multitude of sources at home yet the music is made when David, Oia, Sophia, and Chloey sing in unison about either a) "Dinnertime!", b) "Turn-off-the-lights-coz-we-wanna-sleep!", or c) "Turn on the aircon!". The meow is from my friend, Obama. Not the Democrat, but more of that black muscled persian at home that's only cuddly when hungry. Other than that, he won't talk to me so I don't cuddle on his paws.
Or should it be the other way around?
These sounds could also become more complicated as time goes on. The sounds could be created by the fast zooming of technology, the clamor of new services, and even the echoes caused by industry wars happening all over the globe from developments, to marketing competition, to mergers and acquisitions, to sales targets, to research and development, to plain old techno-lusting between the old and the new. The Arf would signify those that are out in the open (e.g. Vista, OS X, iPhone). The Meow makes noise, but not too much, about those discussed globally but not too loud (e.g. Linux developments, AJAX). The BloopBloop represents those that are just, well, bubbles and rumors of the industry (e.g. teleportation). Though I think that some seem too farfetched as of now; who knows what could happen in the future? Someday, I just might even be able to link my registered domain to this site to make it look good in the browser window. Who knows, right?
As for me, I'm a quiet guy. I like to work. I like to read and talk. I like to learn. I like to listen. I like to bark, purr, bloop (?) and make sounds of my own in different ways. I like to be the Kim of Jackie.
This account would aim to discuss things that somewhat enter this stressed-out head of mine every now and then. When ideas do pop-up, I end up emailing my friends who, in turn, fuel my initial pop-up idea and even contribute better, more mind-boggling, and (sometimes) weirder trails of conversation. On a personal note, I couldn't dedicate this blog to any niche conversation as this is just a personal one. I'm not aimed to voicing out consumer wants, enterprise needs, animal rights, or anything specific. I just wanna blog, blog, and blog as the rest of the world has already been doing this for the past decade eversince the internet accomodated FTP and other unknown forms (to me) of communication.
The Arf, the Meow, and the BloopBloop signify the sounds I hear after work hours. Though the bloopbloop sounds caused by George, my arowanna, is something I've never heard, it's still a sound that, I guess, resonates inside his thick-glassed aquarium at home. The arf sounds come from a multitude of sources at home yet the music is made when David, Oia, Sophia, and Chloey sing in unison about either a) "Dinnertime!", b) "Turn-off-the-lights-coz-we-wanna-sleep!", or c) "Turn on the aircon!". The meow is from my friend, Obama. Not the Democrat, but more of that black muscled persian at home that's only cuddly when hungry. Other than that, he won't talk to me so I don't cuddle on his paws.
Or should it be the other way around?
These sounds could also become more complicated as time goes on. The sounds could be created by the fast zooming of technology, the clamor of new services, and even the echoes caused by industry wars happening all over the globe from developments, to marketing competition, to mergers and acquisitions, to sales targets, to research and development, to plain old techno-lusting between the old and the new. The Arf would signify those that are out in the open (e.g. Vista, OS X, iPhone). The Meow makes noise, but not too much, about those discussed globally but not too loud (e.g. Linux developments, AJAX). The BloopBloop represents those that are just, well, bubbles and rumors of the industry (e.g. teleportation). Though I think that some seem too farfetched as of now; who knows what could happen in the future? Someday, I just might even be able to link my registered domain to this site to make it look good in the browser window. Who knows, right?
As for me, I'm a quiet guy. I like to work. I like to read and talk. I like to learn. I like to listen. I like to bark, purr, bloop (?) and make sounds of my own in different ways. I like to be the Kim of Jackie.
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