Words to Live By….
The bigger boss approved all but one of our proposals. It was overwhelming discussing the implementation of the proposals but we will forge ahead. We laid up the implementation plan and it seems we are ready to get going. No more slacking… As we do this, more systems are being installed to make our processes more efficient.
Finished one heck of work that I absolutely hate doing but nonetheless is a necessary evil and would be useful to further streamlining our systems.
A category as well as a sub-category posts were published. I’ve discovered more tricks to make organization a breeze. More changes are in store …. I also made substantial progress in the latest travel post I am working on…
Booked a promo flight to a fave destination that I have been raring to go back to. Now, if I can just book another promo flight back home. The planned vacation with OS now involves ED and MD who expressed disappointment that OS and I will be missing her graduation which is the day of our flight. A pleasant talk with ED led to an interest in our trip that she and MD might be joining us after the graduation. I hope that ED can straighten her sked and get their tickets soon.
Complete again this weekend.
Travel is a must for survival. It refreshes the soul.
It gives us a grasp of what lies at the other side. I never had it so good than when I’m out of sight. Being away gives me the joy of solitude, a rare experience in the hustle and bustle of life in the big city. Even when I’m away from loved ones, the human and furry kind, I am reminded that we all see the same moon and the stars from all sides. The James Ingram ditty says it best “…. and even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star. And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky”
This page is a collection of the best local adventures I had away from home. Come and enjoy the sights and sounds of beautiful Philippine destinations. It’s more fun in the Philippines, right;) Imagine, 7,107 options, more with low tide (as immortalized by Miss Philippines Charlene Gonzales during the Q & A portion of the 1994 Miss Universe Pageant held in Manila).
One of the things that changed in me considerably is that my desire for material things have been dampened for a number of reasons…. change in priorities, needs and perspective. I realized that what they, who changed their ways before me, are saying is true. It is better to collect memories rather than things. Things lose their value once we obtain them. Then, we desire better and more things. It’s a never ending quest.
Memories, on the other hand, are for keeps. Unlike things, the emotions of experience, whether happy or sad, linger long after the reason for such happened. These emotions can be triggered unexpectedly at some point and gives unbridled gratification or our life’s lessons when we draw out these experiences stored in our memory mine.
I traveled near and far. I still have more places to explore and enjoy. Back then, I wasn’t quite the wanderlust that I am now. I’m a writer by heart but yesteryears’ technology didn’t give me the leverage to easily document these travels. Writing in the privacy of a journal didn’t give that much motivation for me to write about these places since I have no one to share the experiences with.
Words to Live By….
The lunch date with my lovely niece pushed through at Kaya. More than the filling food, we had a nice time catching up, exchanging familial concerns, laughing and empathizing over family matters. This kind of meet ups warm the heart.
Opportunities are starting to materialize. We will be participating in two events so far ….
One travel post and another one published. Other posts are being beefed up.
A small incident roused me from the mundane routine of my morning commute. I was among the last few passengers in the van driven by my fave driver, a quirky lady driver who always has something to say to anyone, whose van also exhibits a lot of quirks and noises. The van is old and internal temperature can soar which is good in freezing weather which we don’t have right now. So unless the earth tilts on its axis, we can’t hope for our season to change anytime soon and that is so bad for us passengers. It also emits noises ranging from someone hyperventilating to indistinguishable farting as we move along. This morning after a passenger shut the door closed, it seems that smoke was emitted which after careful examination I have determined to be dust that have accumulated God knows where. Such a small price to pay for a ride with my fave lady driver who by the way also made me adjust her right side mirror on two occasions when I luckily got the front passenger seat. She commended me on positioning the side mirror exactly the way she wanted it. This morning the passenger in front didn’t do a good job and Ate Driver (AD) had to pull over, get out and do it herself. She’s one stable driver who catches all the red lights (just when I am trying to make it in time…arrgh) and has a thing or two to say to other drivers who cut or overtake her when she can’t seem to make her mind. Once, under scorching sun atop Skyway, we all had to get down because AD had to cool down the engine by dowsing it with a bottle of water she kept handy. I must say she’s quite prepared for any eventuality since she seems to not have included PMS in caring for her van. Well, she always has a ready smile and says thank you after bringing us to our destination, come hell or high waters. I’ll probably have no choice taking a ride with her through my commuting days always pondering if I can make it
alive in time.
I was expecting another epic adventure with AD but not quite the one I had today….
Words to Live By….
There was lightness in the air when I took the initiative of discussing our plans with the AB. I must have rubbed off some of the good vibes to him as he was pleasantly vivacious during the conversation and just like that he said that he’d ok our proposals.
The pleasantries must have been carried through to my peer, the one who is hot and cold with me, that she unexpectedly asked me to join the opening and closing meetings of their big event and to prepare in case I’d be asked by their panel of evaluators…. Must be my aura or something I did right unknowingly and they are all pleasant which I find odd but hey, no complaints.
All proposals are in…. Our targets are at stake. The ball is now in the bigger boss’s hands after I made a note to explain our initiatives for the year.
A very well executed interview with a staff sent by an organization we are networking with. I am pleased as well on the message I delivered and hope it could help our promotional campaign.
Complete cast at home. ED, MD and OS were even able to sneaked in a movie date to watch The Greatest Showman which H and I skipped, H for reasons unknown, me because of painful hips after a marathon sweeping of our yard. Food’s a plenty and soooo yummy that MD left very much satisfied and I am sure that the pritong lumpiang toge and omelette that K packed would tide her through dinner and evoke warm memories of home. Talks of the forgotten gift is suddenly a-buzz.
A lovely niece (LN) messaged me in the weekend and arranged a lunch date.
Bucket list is a list of things that a person wants to experience or achieve before they die.
The link between buckets and death was made by at least 1785, when the phrase was defined in Grose’s Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue as ‘to die’. To kick the bucket is an English idiom, considered a euphemistic, informal, or slang term meaning ‘to die’.
Its origin remains unclear, though there have been several theories. A common theory is that the idiom refers to hanging, either as a method of execution or suicide. However, there is no evidence to support this. In John Badcock’s slang dictionary of 1823, the explanation is given that “One Bolsover having hung himself from a beam while standing on a pail, or bucket, kicked this vessel away in order to pry into futurity and it was all up with him from that moment: Finis”.
There are no citations that relate the phrase to suicide and, in any case, why a bucket?
The mist begins to clear with the fact that in 16th century England bucket had an additional meaning (and in some parts it still has), that is, a beam or yoke used to hang or carry items. The term may have been introduced into English from the French trébuchet – meaning a balance, or buque – meaning a yoke. That meaning of bucket was referred to in Peter Levins’ Manipulus vocabulorum. A dictionarie of English and Latine wordes, 1570: “A Bucket, beame, tollo.”
The term was used by Shakespeare in Henry IV Part II, 1597: “Swifter then he that gibbets on the Brewers Bucket.” [to gibbet meant to hang]
The wooden frame that was used to hang animals up by their feet for slaughter was called a bucket. Not unnaturally they were likely to struggle or to spasm after death and hence ‘kick the bucket’.
Another theory suggests that the origin of the phrase comes from the Catholic custom of holy-water buckets: After death, when a body had been laid out … the holy-water bucket was brought from the church and put at the feet of the corpse. When friends came to pray… they would sprinkle the body with holy water … it is easy to see how such a saying as “kicking the bucket ” came about. Many other explanations of this saying have been given by persons who are unacquainted with Catholic custom — The Right Reverend Abbot Horne, Relics of Popery
Alternatively, in the moment of death a person stretches his legs (in Spanish Estirar la pata means ‘to die’) and so might kick the bucket placed there.
Yet another theory seeks to extend the saying beyond its earliest use in the 16th century with reference to the Latin proverb Capra Scyria, the goat that is said to kick over the pail after being milked (920 in Erasmus’ Adagia). Thus a promising beginning is followed by a bad ending or, as Andrea Alciato phrased it in the Latin poem accompanying the drawing in his Emblemata (1524), ‘Because you have spoilt your fine beginnings with a shameful end and turned your service into harm, you have done what the she-goat does when she kicks the bucket that holds her milk and with her hoof squanders her own riches’. Here it is the death of one’s reputation that is in question.
Enough with the trivia……
In life, we make goals which change as circumstances change. Goals may be achieved in the short-, medium- or long-term. Some are easy enough to do requiring just some adjustments or lifestyle change. Some may be gut-wrenching. Some may never be attainable in a lifetime.