out with the old

i’ve been reading Konmari, as you know, and started to throw away stuff at the office that just piled up and accumulated over the years. newspapers i got from eating breakfast at mcdonalds and jollibee, flyers from shops, even readings i never got to read. now they’re in a pile in the trash.

and i can’t believe how really therapeutic it is to have this declutter your space. it gives me breathing room and releaves me a great deal. it de-stresses me a lot!

now, i just have to go through the boxes of gadgets i still have piled up here.

i know, it’s not following Konmari’s rules but what she says about it is true: it is a personal problem that you deal with and you will feel a lot better letting go of things. you think you might regret throwing that one thing “you just might need in the future” but never do. it’s liberating.

of course, i haven’t solved my problem of continually acquiring things yet but i’m getting there.πŸ˜€

a happy find!


found my old journal today.
and it’s amazing to think that 13 years ago, (13 YEARS!!!) i never knew about blogging. i would write my thoughts on paper and let everything just flow out. the difference is i don’t think i cared as much because i knew i’d be the only one to read it. so most of the feelings i put out are the same ones over and over again… or they are continuous but i keep repeating them in my journal… that i felt that way that day. and it was all good!

of course, there are those ‘funny’ parts… where you read something and memories come flooding in!

now i have this big grin. reminiscing.

i have chismis, memories, and dreams written on it. ay grabe… ang kahihiyan ko kapag may ibang nakabasa!!!

ngayon kasi, sa blogging, wala na akong hiya.πŸ˜› ok fine, may filter na ako. pero it’s nice to have things free-flowing minsan.

what does my journal look like? ay, machong-macho!!!

my-macho-journaldiba? hahahaha!

quick wash in katipunan


being a busy parent can make you lose time for a lot of things. the weekends aren’t for relaxation but for doing those things you couldn’t do while rushing off to work — ironing clothes, doing the laundry, cleaning the house, folding dry clothes… and here’s one that i wish i could easily do as i did before: washing the car.

it was therapeutic for me when i washed the jeep and the car sometimes. yes, my arm hurt the next day from buffing the polish but it was enjoyable. in a limited space, washing a car is such a hassle. you have lots of things to avoid bumping into and getting wet. so one evening on my way home, i decided to get the car washed ‘professionally’ nearby.

Xpress Autoserv is along Esteban Abada parallel to Katipunan Avenue. i only had time and money for a car wash (P120) but i really wanted to have the car waxed, specially now it’s rainy season.


i arrived with two others being serviced. i just got my valuables out of the car, left my bag and some change and other stuff inside. when i said i was just having a wash, they immediately went to work. now what’s included in your P120-car wash? a foam shampoo, wiping of interior panels and dashboard, vacuum of interior, washing of mats, and tire black. all that done in under 30 minutes!

some would complain of swirl marks. but we don’t own an expensive car. besides, swirl marks can be remedied later when i can get the car detailed. (i’m planning on doing that. specially to remove those battle scars the car has acquired throughout the years). for now, the wash to remove dirt and grime on Percy is enough.

i like to tinker

it’s another recent obsession. but actually, i’ve been a tinkerer since i was small. again, this was mainly because my dad was one too. so was my grandfather. i believe it came normally because we had the tools to take things apart at home — basically a small screwdriver set, a multimeter, and a soldering gun. and i’d watch my dad repair (or attempt to) electric fans, hair dryers, study lamps… but nothing more complicated like a TV set or a DVD player, unless it’s pretty obvious that the source of the problem is a basic loose or cut wire.

i’ve inherited the basic skills (except for aircon repair. he does that pretty well and i couldn’t) but haven’t put them to use that often. except for repairing electric fans.πŸ™‚

now, i’m getting into electronics and been wondering how i could repurpose or recycle stuff at home. a rechargeable lamp stopped working. i know it’s due to the old battery but i can’t get it out. it’s stuck with glue. so i’ve been thinking of salvaging the radio and speaker on it. and maybe turn them into something like this:

nice right?

but aside from not having the tools, i don’t think my skill set is that advanced yet. maybe i should get into an electronics class somewhere. or even just apprentice as a speaker builder.πŸ™‚

whatever will be will be

i’ve been watching a lot of philippine expat videos on youtube a couple of months back and have come across Ned and Michelle at MyPhilippineDreams.com where Ned does these little videos on Philippine Psychology and he briefly discussed “Bahala Na” in their latest one.

and indeed, there are two sides to it: one of fatalism and the other of apathy.

nakaka-walang gana to do anything. so you might as well just do whatever and wait and see what the outcome is.

there’s no longer anything to drive or inspire you. “whatever will be willΒ  be” as the song goes. you just sort of give up and just try to float.

i guess that this is because of a number of things happening simultaneously, again, in my life where i’m overwhelmed. it’s like drowning in a very turbid ocean, waves coming in. each and every time you try to swim, put your head above the water, barely catching another breath until the next wave pummels you and sends you underwater again. i just can’t get a break!

so now, i’m giving up paddling, i’m giving up treading, i’m giving up struggling. i’ll just try to float and see where this ocean sends me. either i survive it or drown.

*deeeeeeeeeep sigh*

Tim Ho Wan: for the refined diner a.k.a. not me!

di ko alam kung dahil ba may anak na kaming kasama kumain kaya di ako maka-focus sa pagtikim ng pagkain o sadyang di lang ganoon ka-swak sa panlasa ko yung inorder namin. but if this restaurant chain earned a Michelin star, then you’d think it’s gotta have good food! well, maybe to my untrained palate, hindi importante kung may Michelin star o wala. hahaha! #pureza

we headed out to Uptown Mall in BGC because we knew there was a Tim Ho Wan branch there. buti na lang nauna na yung sa SM Megamall and I think the hype has already died down, so too with the long waiting line to be seated. kami, in 5 minutes nabigyan na ng upuan. can’t really remember what we ordered in July (yes, noon pa to. ngayon ko lang na-isip i-blog) but i think there were glass noodles that were kinda like pancit and japchae-ish, shrimp dumplings, fried tofu, lugaw for the little guy, and the ever-popular pork buns.

nabitin ako dun sa pancit japchae (yeah, that’s what i’ll call it from now on) and the lugaw was matabang, as expected. the shrimp dumplings were the highlight, actually. mahirap lang kainin with chopsticks! haha. if i could, i would’ve traded the other stuff for the dumplings. the pork buns were a surprise. in my head, i’m saying, “i’ve had this before. i know i have. but where?” but for the life of me, di ko maalala. but they are really good, soft, and light, and the crusty outer shell was delightful. still, it somewhat bothered me that i think i’ve tasted something similar before. even now, i can’t seem to recall what or where or nag-i-imagine lang ako!πŸ˜›

so yeah, if you want good dumplings, Tim Ho Wan is great. lugaw? stick to your pinoy lugawan by the street. pancit? mag-Lucky Me ka na lang.πŸ˜› but that’s just me. i’m just a poor boy with pedestrian tastes.πŸ™‚

traveling is <3

no wonder mga galing ng developed countries eh nahilig mag-backpacking trips. you get to see the world and learn from it — the people, the culture, the good and bad.

sa local travel, medyo ok-ok pa tayo lahat eh. it’s like going to a family member’s home. bibisita lang. same pa din (halos) yung ugali so adjustment isn’t really a thing much. except for language siguro. pero mostly, you’ve got living and communicating down pat. iba pag sa ibang bansa.

my first trip outside of the country was to India. and it was a solo trip. exciting and scary at the same time. pero it kinda set the tone for my traveling experiences which is generally well and good. there are instances na maba-badtrip ka sa kapwa mo pa pinoy pero brushing it aside and focusing on the adventure that lies ahead, mapapangiti ka talaga.

the next trip was a barkada trip to Malaysia and Singapore. yun ang adventure talaga. may plus and negative sides ang traveling in a group pero it’s generally more fun. you get to share experiences and when you meet each other, you have that shared memory that you can talk about when you’re all old and grey.πŸ™‚

yung sumunod, another ‘business’ trip. more of study actually because like my first trip, it was for work. lumevel up na nga lang ang lolo niyo: Europe ang destination ko! and it was truly something else. ever since, i’ve been bitten by the bug and wish to see it again as often as i can. and it only emphasized how much Manila could have been such a great city if we appreciate history as well as Europeans do, and plan our cities like they do.

finally, my last out-of-the-country trip was the funnest yet: family bonding in Hong Kong. there, we met-up with my niece and her family and became our unofficial tour guides and travel coordinators, LOL! the highlight, of course, was going to Disneyland. just walking the street with music you’re oh so familiar with brings a wide smile to anybody’s face. i just felt like a little kid again! nevermind the long lines. i was in “The Happiest Place on Earth” and i was really REALLY having a blast and that’s all that mattered!πŸ™‚

kung di mo lang talaga iniisip ang gastos, masayang i-explore ang mundo natin. it feeds your eyes and your soul. it creates that feeling that you’re connected to these other people you don’t know. and the thing is, when they share their country with you, you share your own with them.