Have you ever brewed yourself a cup of coffee, and because of all the crazies in life you forget that you actually made coffee for yourself, then when you come back for it you think that it’s not too hot anymore so you confidently drink then you burn your tongue by accident and out of shock you drop the mug and you break it? No? Thought so.
Well, it’s something that has happened to me, and whenever that thought visits me, or when I visit that thought, I laugh at it. It’s always an interesting story to tell. Well, not really. It’s admittedly quite frustrating.
The idea that you burned your tongue and have left yourself incapable of being able to taste, and appreciate flavors. Breaking one of your favorite mugs, and you know fully well that you can’t just piece all the parts together. It’s not the same anymore!! Not to mention, the fact that you just wasted a cup of good brewed coffee.
But, this is where I breathe. Even for just a bit. This is the only half-breath I could take. I may not deserve it, but I’m taking it. I’m fucking taking this time to breathe.
“When you’re in between [jobs], you have to declutter. Organize your files, and throw away some items whether or not they were related to your previous company. You have to tidy up.”
That’s essentially what an aunt of mine told me last Friday—the day after my last day with my previous company. Now, I am not sure if she picked it up from Marie Kondo (and I am not claiming I have read her works to be familiar with her philosophies), but to a great extent, she made sense. A lot of it.
When a few friends of mine found out I was leaving, they told me to have a vacation. Have a retreat. Just get away from this city. And it was tempting, specially that I have a brother living in Singapore so I need not fret about burning cash when it comes to accommodations. My mother also even said that maybe we could go to her home province, and it makes sense I think. It has been more than decade since we’ve last been there, I believe. Continue reading “Declutter. Tidy Up. Detox.”→
Yes, you read it correctly. It has been three years since I began my career as a Public Relations Professional. Today in 2013, the day after Labor Day, I started working almost non-stop in this demanding yet fulfilling field, with only April 2013 as my only break. Crazy, right?
The life before this
In college I distinctly remember being assertive that the life in Advertising and Digital was for me. I even recall spending one whole Saturday with a few blockmates in Freshman year attending a digital seminar hosted by AIESEC. It was there when I first became acquainted to Carlo Ople and Laica Turingan (who eventually became a colleague 4 years later aka 2013), among others.
I have often created playlists, as early as in High School. In many ways, I have convinced myself that if I lived in the USA, I would have been one of those people who would make mixtapes and share them with friends. Alas, I am just some guy living in the Philippines.
The past couple of weeks have been eventful, in many ways. On one hand, I have made life decisions due to my “Quarter-Life Crisis Part 2”, more on that when I’ve definitely crossed the bridge. On the other, well, just more decisions to make this seemingly bleak life be more interesting. But, in between crossing roads, and the fine line moments between insanity and zen, I get by with a couple of private Spotify playlists I have created with songs which seem just perfect for those life scenes when you’re looking outside the window, or when you’re seated in a café, or just lying down on your bed.
1. Yellow by Coldplay
“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do, yeah, they were all yellow.”
During one of my Morning walks last week, I came across what seemed to be a new coffee shop named Passion by Gérard Dubois. I was curious, and I wanted to enter. However, I saw a sign which said that the restaurant was still on some dry run, so I just took a video on Snapchat, then continued on with my walk. Gotta hit 10,000 steps a day after all! I was talking to my colleague about it, and we came back the day after.
Passion by Gérard Dubois wasn’t just a coffee shop, as I had initially thought. It’s a full blown café which offers a wide variety of savory and sweet food, ranging from pizza, casserole, salad, sandwiches, gelato, macarons, and so much more. A lot more! I haven’t been to Hong Kong in ages (I was supposed to last year for my birthday, but work prevented me from going. Still sad that I had to cancel my birthday trip. I digress.) so I wouldn’t have known that this is not a new concept whatsoever. This is the sixth branch of the brainchild of Dubois, the other five being located in Hong Kong and China.
I only had a 3-hour sleep last night. According to my Jawbone, it was purely light sleep, which explains why I can’t exactly remember what I dreamt. I mean, know I had a dream, but I couldn’t recall the details. Nothing. Nonetheless, it was a 3-hour sleep. It was a much needed three hours of pure bliss. Three hours of not worrying about anything. Three hours of being in an alternate world. No problems. No worries. No anxieties at all. It was what I was needed. It was peace.
The calm feeling reminded of the time I did a “day” trip to Lourdes, back in 2011. (You could see a few photos HERE) It was a long travel from Rennes to that city. If I could recall it well, it was a good 9 hours with around 3 city transfers. THREE. I did it all alone, and despite the loneliness in those 18 hours travelling (9 hours to go to Lourdes, another 9 hours back to Rennes), it was pretty much calming.
One of the things I secretly enjoy doing is go Behance-hopping. Behance? As in the online portfolio website? Yes, Behance. Why? Simply because I enjoy looking at works of people, amateurs and professionals alike. It all started with DeviantArt, when I would look for nice new desktop wallpapers for my MacBook White. I always fancied the abstract designs. Triangles. Aztec Patterns. Dreamcatchers. Anything intriguing, bold, daring, demanding. And in case you were wondering, no, I don’t put stickers on my laptop. I’m not a hipster.
While clicking portfolios like crazy, and checking the social media accounts of the different local talents, I found out that this year’s Art in The Park was to take place on April 3. Of course the inner, faux-hipster in me was screaming. Jumping. Ecstatic. I have always loved design. Art was something I appreciated. It’s something that calms me. And just liked that, booked! I wrote on my planner that I have to go there no matter what. No matter what.