What If? An Ingress to a Nomad's Mind

It is never a mistake to think of something you thought you can be like someone whom you think is worse than you. An ingress to the thoughts of a nomad searching to what can be better a marketing career or something else.

Welcome to my Tuesday's thoughts.

What is currently residing in my mind today are pure thoughts, random thoughts perhaps that has no end. I would want to reach what life has to offer, but with not much strength to conquer, it has left me miles behind my objective. A humble objective of reaching the joy of this life. An objective that somehow makes me hungry for more and in most times wonder why this has no end. Would someone describe what is complete and why there is such a word when no one can ever achieve completeness?

What if to a nomad's life, perfection would be achieved, would there be joy after? Would there be a reason to live when you've reached the end? How do you describe an ending? Is it dying or you're still alive but you just don't move on because you've reached the end?

In my journey to wander around my little circle of life; in my quest to finish it all in a day; in my hopes to get what I want; my life is not a thing to be achieved but to continuously conquer challenges that comes my way thus making sure I can be stronger after. It is not a thing that someone can just tell me what to do but rather it is a thing that I should manage. I direct my life, and I decide for my life.

My "Hot Buttons"; The Sensitive Part of Me

Everyone has it. Everyone might not recognized it but it spoils their day. My "Hot Buttons" are the sensitive part that gets me irritated. You bet! I ain't talking about my other sensitive part, I'm talking about what makes me mad.

Things that makes me mad:
1. Taking my things from its place and not returning it back.
2. Forgetting you owe me something. ( I hate that!)
3. Making my Mondays look like a hell.

I do appreciate it if you can at least give me a valid reason but do not ever ever make up alibis or else it will make me more upset.

When I am upset at someone, I do count backwards. It helps a lot for me especially when I am at work and I don't have a choice, I could not simply go out and leave.

What makes you mad?

Spell the Word G-E-E-K

People say that I am a geek. I don't think I am because I don't even know what Leopard is and Boink and Jayvee Fernandez are so happy they got their new skin for their mac. They are the two people I know who use Mac for life.

Here's another friend, Chattee, who bought a cake for her iShuffle.
And another friend, Dom, talks about his love for Ubuntu.

I think being a geek means you love a thing more than anything else only because it brings some satisfaction to you and you don't care if you are labeled as a geek. It does not entirely mean that you're different. You simply care for it.

Amidst Uncertainty

In this season when sudden change of weather affect my mood, with the twisted tongue to being a person who can articulate in other means just to let out what is on her mind. My way of life does not include being a brat but somehow I am, all my life, I guess. Too much noise that I often choose what is peaceful way of speaking the thoughts that hides behind my eyes.

Varied situations that I would want to ascertain something that would be of value to this vivacity or my journey to the never-ending joy, in terms of my own definition. I do not wish to call it happiness, although it may try to look at it the same way, but joy gives a meaning of forever, when happiness only implies transitory or "just this moment".

Amidst uncertainty of my 10 years ahead of me, I seldom think I can make it to the cruel world but mostly I think of what can be done for today and tomorrow for tomorrow can be in your hands by deciding in line with what happened today. But for the next following week would be unknown for me.

Making it a little bit worthwhile, my mind converse poetically but too much of it would not reach the brainiacs. Uncertainty of this journey would be of insult to others but only an expression of my freedom to shout what I think would be right for me to do. To babble would mean to hurt but most of the times the intention was the other way around, it was just to let out a conception made from the bottom of the cerebrum.

Wish me luck!

All Juiced Up! For the Marketing Department

I am all pumped up to do some action.

In this week's marketing career, I will be trying to be a web designer. My goodness! Yes, I am not trying to make myself look like a fool. I am getting others to do it for me but of course I want to learn how to.

"All juiced up!" This is the slogan that I wanted to tell my team mates. We need to shag our tails and bump our head into each other, do some hola hoops for the ideas to come out.

Annual planning is coming up and your brain needs some baby back ribs from Fwendz Diner to think. Quesidilla too and Chimichanga? I hope I spell that right.

I'm Back!!!!

I am back to the blogosphere!!

After a so-called crying stage of a nomad's life, I am back to usual verge of a wanderer hoping to catch some news on the technology, my very own road trips, and my not so productive marketing career. You bet! I am lucky to be interviewed for a position not meant for a newbie like me but since my name is around town like a bee buzzing from ear to ear of the executives, making noises like "she's hunee". Hahahahahaha....that's all I can say. Watch out for me soon.

The keys to regain back my sanity after a short loss of breath, because of the changing weather, and the waiting for the bear to come out of my cabin. Hmmm...you guess what I mean.

Here goes what's my twisted spaghetti mind has to say:

I have been fighting vampires so that I can earn golds. I have been twittering my mind over a website where others will get to read it and say, "That's a slap on my face. You B!+(H! ". It was indeed a boring days. A wanderer shouldn't be staying in one place or else the wanderer wouldn't get where she is supposed to be at.

Now, I am a werewolf with a vengeance. Who took my golds?

So long people, I got to end this before someone comes in.

Crying Nomad.....Moving On Nomad?

It was definitely not a good week for me. It was a week of accident then missing someone then moving on. I am still not sure with moving on because you can't move one when you don't want to let go.

If in case anyone wonders, I do not have the intention to write a post of what had happened but I would rather write down what I feel. I simply would want to write and read later what I have learned and since I don't love writing it down in a piece of paper, I would like to write it here in my blog.

It wasn't easy. I was not told. Should I be told? I know it is hard to articulate nor express what is in mind and verbalize it in such a word or phrases that it will be said to another. I do have the right to know. You do have the right not tell either. Come to think of it as a way to end someone's hope. I know dreams will shatter and bringing sanity together will be hard again. It will be much harder to be left somewhere, where you have no idea if you ought to give up or not.

If you got courage to utter such insult to another why can't you whisper adieu. Do not just abdicate someone hanging, waiting for an answer.

I celebrate those days. I dread this day that I need to decide.

One Day Travel To Kidapawan

My road trip for this month is going to a city where people will give you fruits for free. Nyahhh...that was what they've told me when I hop in to the red pick up truck. I know that there are no longer free items that would be given to you these days. I thought, well it is a province, why not. Road trip to Kidapawan City.


We left Davao City around 5pm and we got to Kidapawan City around 7pm. The reason why I join these guys (Mitch, Loyd, Jean and Novo) is because I would want to go to Dax's place and would like to get some peppercorns.


The green peppercorns are supposed to be up in the peppercorn vines but Dax has to show it to us. The black ones are the real pepper that we should use when we are cooking. Here is a tip: BEWARE some peppercorns sold at the market are not true peppercorns.


I was not happy seeing the green peppercorns, I would like to see the vines, and the ripe peppercorns that are harvested then dried and then used for cooking food.


We get to eat dinner at Dax's house too. Lucky for us, we were able to eat Durian for free.

Here are more pictures of Kidapawan City at night. Very nice city lights.

Waters of Waniban Island, Mati Davao Oriental

Looking at the endless water of the pacific. Chattee as the model.