I LOVE NIKE. Everyone and their mom knows how much I love this brand.
Nike always takes their advertising to the next level. Their commercials are like mini-movies that really capture the essence of the human body.
Their latest commercial, "The Human Chain," had an interesting quote:
"...movement is the universal language that connects us all. The road to athletic greatness is not marked by perfection, but the ability to constantly overcome adversity and failure."
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Cultural Definitions
Tampo refers to a range of Filipino cultural behavior in which one may withdraw affection or cheerfulness from a person who has hurt one's feelings, and its expression is almost entirely nonverbal.
Amuin is the basic expectation of one who engages in tampo is that the offending party will woo or cajole him or her out of the feeling of being unhappy.
Lambing is the gesture of wooing and cajoling done in a loving and tender way.
I understand that disagreements happen in relationships, especially ones that are long distance. I don't consider myself to be overly sensitive, but I'm the type of person, that if someone does hurt my feelings, it shows. I like to talk things out and address issues right away, but when I get the brush off from the other person, I have a tendency to just distance myself and retreat into the comforts of my own space, where I feel safe.
I learned a lot from what happened to me last year. Most people think that I should be traumatized and scarred by what Douchebag did, but I channeled my energy constructively, and yielded positive results.
However, I am more cautious and guarded when it comes to all my relationships, whether they are my friendships or my relationship with Paul. I am not by any means comparing my relationship with Paul to my previous relationship, because there is nothing to compare.
I am only human though, and only time will take away any feelings of uncertainty or anxiety that are remnants of what I endured with Douchebag. It's not something that I'm doing purposely or consciously, it is what it is. It was part of that karmic cleansing and learning experience I went through last year.
Amuin is the basic expectation of one who engages in tampo is that the offending party will woo or cajole him or her out of the feeling of being unhappy.
Lambing is the gesture of wooing and cajoling done in a loving and tender way.
I understand that disagreements happen in relationships, especially ones that are long distance. I don't consider myself to be overly sensitive, but I'm the type of person, that if someone does hurt my feelings, it shows. I like to talk things out and address issues right away, but when I get the brush off from the other person, I have a tendency to just distance myself and retreat into the comforts of my own space, where I feel safe.
I learned a lot from what happened to me last year. Most people think that I should be traumatized and scarred by what Douchebag did, but I channeled my energy constructively, and yielded positive results.
However, I am more cautious and guarded when it comes to all my relationships, whether they are my friendships or my relationship with Paul. I am not by any means comparing my relationship with Paul to my previous relationship, because there is nothing to compare.
I am only human though, and only time will take away any feelings of uncertainty or anxiety that are remnants of what I endured with Douchebag. It's not something that I'm doing purposely or consciously, it is what it is. It was part of that karmic cleansing and learning experience I went through last year.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Distance and Time
I spent last weekend with Paul in SoCal. It was a welcome break from the cold weather, but unfortunately, I had a relapse of a cold that seems to have turned into something worse.
I had fun at Evan's first birthday party. It was nice to see all of Paul's friends, and I had fun playing with all the kids. My basketball skills (or lack thereof) were put to the test. Haha. I played a few rounds of Around the World with Paul, and played against Jay and Mark. I can still shoot and dribble, but it was clear why soccer became my main sport after 8th grade. Haha.
There just never seems to be enough time, especially when it's time spent with someone you love. It becomes more and more difficult to leave every time I visit. I have to say that Paul makes me like SoCal more and more when I visit him. I know. I can't believe I said I'm starting to like SoCal more. All my friends know that I was left with a very bad impression of SoCal, because I was only exposed to the pretentious and douchebag version of it.
Living so far away from Paul is difficult, but I take comfort in the fact that what we have is real. As I previously stated, it's difficult to explain it to other people. I've never felt this way for anyone, and it is a feeling and a familiarity that transcends lifetimes, distance, and time.
I don't think I could really ever put into words just how much I love Paul, but I do love him more each day, and I feel blessed to have him in my life.
I had fun at Evan's first birthday party. It was nice to see all of Paul's friends, and I had fun playing with all the kids. My basketball skills (or lack thereof) were put to the test. Haha. I played a few rounds of Around the World with Paul, and played against Jay and Mark. I can still shoot and dribble, but it was clear why soccer became my main sport after 8th grade. Haha.
There just never seems to be enough time, especially when it's time spent with someone you love. It becomes more and more difficult to leave every time I visit. I have to say that Paul makes me like SoCal more and more when I visit him. I know. I can't believe I said I'm starting to like SoCal more. All my friends know that I was left with a very bad impression of SoCal, because I was only exposed to the pretentious and douchebag version of it.
Living so far away from Paul is difficult, but I take comfort in the fact that what we have is real. As I previously stated, it's difficult to explain it to other people. I've never felt this way for anyone, and it is a feeling and a familiarity that transcends lifetimes, distance, and time.
I don't think I could really ever put into words just how much I love Paul, but I do love him more each day, and I feel blessed to have him in my life.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Blech
That pretty much sums up how I feel right now. I hate being sick. I hate missing out on work. I hate missing class.
My throat hurts like hell, my body aches, and I have a fever.
I guess this is my body's way of telling me that I'm overworked and not getting enough rest. Unfortunately, I have to stay at home and rest today, so that I don't miss out on work and class for the rest of the week. More importantly, I need to rest so that I don't miss out on seeing Paul this weekend. I miss him. A LOT.
My throat hurts like hell, my body aches, and I have a fever.
I guess this is my body's way of telling me that I'm overworked and not getting enough rest. Unfortunately, I have to stay at home and rest today, so that I don't miss out on work and class for the rest of the week. More importantly, I need to rest so that I don't miss out on seeing Paul this weekend. I miss him. A LOT.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
A Conversation with Myself
I posted this on Facebook, but I thought I would share nonetheless.
My Body often disagrees with what my Ego and Vanity want to do. There's always a conflict of interest, but my Body knows that they're just doing what's best for her...most of the time. So this is what the conflict was about today, and how it was resolved. This is a conversation I had with myself, within myself. And no, I don't suffer from multiple personalities.
My Body: "Dude, you should take the day off and just be lazy. We're exhausted and tired. We need to rest. We need to sleep."
Ego and Vanity: "Whatever fatty! Get up and run. You've taken a long enough break. Should we remind you that your mile time really sucks right now? How do you go from a 7 minute mile to an 8:20? Get up and run! Sleeping is for suckas!"
So what was the end result? Ego and Vanity won over my aching Body. The bottom line is that I needed to quit my belly-aching, and just run. It gave me peace of mind and worked out some of the knots I had in my neck area. I ran a little over 2 miles today in order to be able to eat all the yummy food my family cooked for today.
Let the eating commence. Where are my eating pants??
My Body often disagrees with what my Ego and Vanity want to do. There's always a conflict of interest, but my Body knows that they're just doing what's best for her...most of the time. So this is what the conflict was about today, and how it was resolved. This is a conversation I had with myself, within myself. And no, I don't suffer from multiple personalities.
My Body: "Dude, you should take the day off and just be lazy. We're exhausted and tired. We need to rest. We need to sleep."
Ego and Vanity: "Whatever fatty! Get up and run. You've taken a long enough break. Should we remind you that your mile time really sucks right now? How do you go from a 7 minute mile to an 8:20? Get up and run! Sleeping is for suckas!"
So what was the end result? Ego and Vanity won over my aching Body. The bottom line is that I needed to quit my belly-aching, and just run. It gave me peace of mind and worked out some of the knots I had in my neck area. I ran a little over 2 miles today in order to be able to eat all the yummy food my family cooked for today.
Let the eating commence. Where are my eating pants??
A Retraction Letter to My Fairy Godmother
Dear Fairy Godmother,
Hi. Yeah, it's me again. I wrote you a letter way back in August 2009. I know I was really O.A., but can ya blame a girl for being frustrated and feeling jipped? By the way, I got your memo about losing your glasses 24 years ago and how you misread my letter.
Anyhoo, I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate the package you sent me last Christmas. At least you delivered what you promised, unlike He-Who-Has-a-Beard-So-Snowy-White who forgot to bring me the leaf blower I asked for. But that's another story.
I just wanted to write to you and thank you for finally finding me MY Prince Charming, although he'll argue that he's a king and not a prince. Haha. I definitely appreciate the confidence and swagger.
Perhaps the letter I wrote you back when I was 8 had a typo, and you thought I was asking you for a Prince Charmin, like the toilet paper, because that one certainly was a douchebag and an asswipe. Haaaaaaaaated him! I'm just glad you got it right this time. Major high-five and two snaps up and around the world sistah!
I'm also glad that you upgraded the mode of transportation that MY Prince Charming has to a real manly car. Magic pumpkins that turn into carriages are so 100 years ago, and only douchebags drive rice rockets. Also, thanks for making sure that MY Prince Charming didn't come with an evil mother and wicked sister. Seriously, one Maleficent and Grizelda per lifetime is enough. A girl can only survive so many life-threatening attempts. I'm glad we got all of that cleared up.
You must have found the other page of my letter from when I was 8, where it stated that I wanted a Prince Charming that does martial arts and can dance. I never did outgrow my love for martial arts or my crush on Bruno "Pop'n'Taco" Falcon from Breakin'. Haha. Oh, I also love that he's a real competitor and athlete, not a pretend one who only works out to stay pretty. It's just different when your man is naturally handsome versus someone who is trying to maintain an image of two hair products, a hair dryer, and a Cliff Huxtable sweater vest.
I'm glad that you brought me a real man this time around, and not some impostor. Really though, one has to wonder where you find all those toads? I think you need to discuss that with the other Fairy Godmothers because some of my girls are still frustrated and it takes forever to process our complaints about these issues. It took you eight years to resolve mine alone. Maybe you need to re-vamp your screening process so that those toads don't even get to that point, and where their warts and slimey-ness are obvious from the start. Just a suggestion. Take it up with the FGM union. I'm just saying, I don't think that any womyn should have to settle for anything less than what she deserves.
By the way, any chance we could work something out about getting more sleep and rest though? It doesn't necessarily have to be as long as Sleeping Beauty's rest period, but enough so that I don't wake up looking like a bruha would be nice. Just thought I would ask since you're being so generous and on a roll and all.
Most importantly, I really dig the fact that you finally recognized that I am unique in more ways than one, and you brought me a man who is truly one of a kind.
Thanks a bunch and here's to more Happily Ever Afters. Cheerio!
Love,
Princess SmartyPants
Hi. Yeah, it's me again. I wrote you a letter way back in August 2009. I know I was really O.A., but can ya blame a girl for being frustrated and feeling jipped? By the way, I got your memo about losing your glasses 24 years ago and how you misread my letter.
Anyhoo, I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate the package you sent me last Christmas. At least you delivered what you promised, unlike He-Who-Has-a-Beard-So-Snowy-White who forgot to bring me the leaf blower I asked for. But that's another story.
I just wanted to write to you and thank you for finally finding me MY Prince Charming, although he'll argue that he's a king and not a prince. Haha. I definitely appreciate the confidence and swagger.
Perhaps the letter I wrote you back when I was 8 had a typo, and you thought I was asking you for a Prince Charmin, like the toilet paper, because that one certainly was a douchebag and an asswipe. Haaaaaaaaated him! I'm just glad you got it right this time. Major high-five and two snaps up and around the world sistah!
I'm also glad that you upgraded the mode of transportation that MY Prince Charming has to a real manly car. Magic pumpkins that turn into carriages are so 100 years ago, and only douchebags drive rice rockets. Also, thanks for making sure that MY Prince Charming didn't come with an evil mother and wicked sister. Seriously, one Maleficent and Grizelda per lifetime is enough. A girl can only survive so many life-threatening attempts. I'm glad we got all of that cleared up.
You must have found the other page of my letter from when I was 8, where it stated that I wanted a Prince Charming that does martial arts and can dance. I never did outgrow my love for martial arts or my crush on Bruno "Pop'n'Taco" Falcon from Breakin'. Haha. Oh, I also love that he's a real competitor and athlete, not a pretend one who only works out to stay pretty. It's just different when your man is naturally handsome versus someone who is trying to maintain an image of two hair products, a hair dryer, and a Cliff Huxtable sweater vest.
I'm glad that you brought me a real man this time around, and not some impostor. Really though, one has to wonder where you find all those toads? I think you need to discuss that with the other Fairy Godmothers because some of my girls are still frustrated and it takes forever to process our complaints about these issues. It took you eight years to resolve mine alone. Maybe you need to re-vamp your screening process so that those toads don't even get to that point, and where their warts and slimey-ness are obvious from the start. Just a suggestion. Take it up with the FGM union. I'm just saying, I don't think that any womyn should have to settle for anything less than what she deserves.
By the way, any chance we could work something out about getting more sleep and rest though? It doesn't necessarily have to be as long as Sleeping Beauty's rest period, but enough so that I don't wake up looking like a bruha would be nice. Just thought I would ask since you're being so generous and on a roll and all.
Most importantly, I really dig the fact that you finally recognized that I am unique in more ways than one, and you brought me a man who is truly one of a kind.
Thanks a bunch and here's to more Happily Ever Afters. Cheerio!
Love,
Princess SmartyPants
Notorious D.O.G.
I just wanted to let folks know that Notorious D.O.G. learned how to do a high-five and a paw-shake.
It's a big accomplishment for Charlie, considering I haven't had much time to train her as of late. Poor doggie. She's hating winter as much as I am. We both miss the dog park, but it's been raining up here, and I know that the dog park is full of puddles that she would just love to roll in. There's nothing worse than wet dog smell.
She chewed up her blanket again. I'm hopeful that one of these days, she'll stop chewing on everything I buy for her. Until then, I won't be buying her a nice bed to sleep on because she ate that too.
People often ask me why I don't take Notorious D.O.G. to go running with me. She's 60 lbs. and I can barely walk her on a leash. Although she'll probably help me improve my running time, I don't feel like eating asphalt. I'll stick to my Wheaties, thanks.
It's a big accomplishment for Charlie, considering I haven't had much time to train her as of late. Poor doggie. She's hating winter as much as I am. We both miss the dog park, but it's been raining up here, and I know that the dog park is full of puddles that she would just love to roll in. There's nothing worse than wet dog smell.
She chewed up her blanket again. I'm hopeful that one of these days, she'll stop chewing on everything I buy for her. Until then, I won't be buying her a nice bed to sleep on because she ate that too.
People often ask me why I don't take Notorious D.O.G. to go running with me. She's 60 lbs. and I can barely walk her on a leash. Although she'll probably help me improve my running time, I don't feel like eating asphalt. I'll stick to my Wheaties, thanks.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Runner's High
Getting back into running mode has been a difficult process for me. The gloomy and rainy weather hasn't helped either. I know. I have no excuse not to run. However, I hate running on a treadmill. No, it doesn't have anything to do with the time I ate it on the treadmill because I was checking out my legs and my stride in the mirror. Haha. I just don't enjoy feeling like a hamster on an exercise wheel.
Once I get back into my groove though, it easy peasy. I've sworn off my desserts until I get serious about running again, until I get back to my 7 minute miles. I am too competitive with myself. I guess you could say I am my own worst enemy of sorts when it comes to sports. Haha.
So here's to getting back together with running. I promise that I won't break up with you again. Ha.
Once I get back into my groove though, it easy peasy. I've sworn off my desserts until I get serious about running again, until I get back to my 7 minute miles. I am too competitive with myself. I guess you could say I am my own worst enemy of sorts when it comes to sports. Haha.
So here's to getting back together with running. I promise that I won't break up with you again. Ha.
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