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Thursday, November 27, 2014


1 Major Problem in Pursuing our Dreams

Have you ever heard, time an again, that you should pursue your dreams? Follow your heart?  Go for your passion?

Well that is awe and inspiring, and it gives us that excitement momentarily.  And then it leads us to ask ourselves, what is my passion?  Well there is painting, writing, singing.  Hell I've got tons of passions, which one of these should I pursue.   Here is the time when you have to sit down and weigh the pros and cons.  If I would go for this passion, what would my career be?  Would it be something I can support myself or my future family?  What are the risks involve?  These are the things that we have to think about, although appear tedious, we have to go through thinking about in order to really make an informed decision.

For the most part, I believe that plenty of people know about these things but don't really go through the task of listing it all down and figuring it out on paper  It just sounds a lot of work, so they go through the whole thing with fingers crossed, and with a hoping heart, and unsurprisingly most times they fail.  

They've put a whole thought into it, in fact most of the times they're thinking but end up having no idea on what they're doing, and again, relying on hunches and gut-feel.  Bottom line here is, whether we like it or not, we have to take planned and deliberate actions to move forward.  It's not that we don't like to think, we do that most of the times, especially for women, it's just that we don't have a habit of thinking constructively, wisely.  We let our thoughts run like weeds in the garden. We must learn to cut all the weeds and let the fruits and vegetables grow.  And once we have mastered this, we can have plenty of energy alloted properly on meaningful things.
Publisher: Shy - Thursday, November 27, 2014

Monday, November 10, 2014

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HIP: Day 1: The Peak

Hmmm, beautiful woman at the right.  She looks so exotic, I'm so jealous of her.  Plus she has a company.  Ouch!

 So this is HongKong, I hope I'm ready for it.... I hope they're ready for me.

Ohhh poinsettias, it feels more Christmas here than back home already.

I just got out of the building seconds ago, so I was thinking:  My God, cold. so this is what it feels to have a cold weather.  I don't' want to imagine winter.  Oh yeah, where is A11... Must find A11 bus.

Sweet!  Doulble decked bus.  FAN-SEY!!!

Oh Shit! What are these things? What is that?  What am I supposed to do?

Wow, nice bridge... but I still don't know how to go down this bus.  I have a feeling that I'll just have to press this red button when we're on Wan Chai Fire Station.

 Yey we're in the Tramp, and it's fully packed with tourists.

Woooowwww, what a nice contrast that is.  Skyscrapers hugged by a forest.  Only in HK!

Oh hi Bruce Lee, wish you were real..

The scenery here is spectacular.  I wish I have a nice camera to give justice to what I'm seeing.

These boots look good, but aren't made for walking. #sufferinginside

Finally a bench! Time for some people watching.

Publisher: Shy - Monday, November 10, 2014
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HongKong in Pictures

I've got this inspiration while I was watching a video on Youtube where Pink was interviewed by Oprah.  Although I've followed them both and watched plenty of vids of them on youtube, more of which are from Oprah, this time though I had more interest on Pink for the reason that it involves her ground breaking performance in the Grammy 2012 where she performed Glitter in the Air.

Going back to the interview, Oprah asked her to say what she was thinking as she was doing her performance, while they were watching it on set.

So I was thinking I should do the same on my HK pictures since I haven't done it, and I thought it would be fun to do something different.  Of course it wouldn't be a video, although I had some taken, doing voice overs sounds a lot of work, so pictures would have to do for now.

So for the next few posts, you'll be seeing pictures which I haven't posted previously.

Publisher: Shy - Monday, November 10, 2014

Sunday, November 9, 2014

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Visiting Rizal in Calamba

The clock is 15minutes past 12noon, and I'm still in the bus going to Los Banos, my destination for the day.  It took me some time to get myself out of the house and go on my way.  Blame it on my indecisiveness.  Let's just say I had already decided to go and present, there was this part of me which preferred to just stay at home.  I wasn't all in the idea.   It was just a bonus anyway, and I had already passed the presentation the night before.  So I took my time changing up my top, putting on another layer of powder. and left 30 minutes before the time that I should have been there.  So what happened? I didn't make it.  The presentation was from 10:30am to 12noon.

No point on going all the way to Los Banos then, so I figured to just go down at Calamba and drop off SM Calamba.  A number of passengers went down the bus already, I figured I should too.  The bus door closes and was moving far away from it.  I should go down then and walk my way back to SM.  Then it was already blocks away.  So I told myself, I'd go down the next mall.  I saw Puregold at the left side of the National Highway, but it looked so small, there wasn't much to see there, then thankfully at the right, I saw Figaro. Perfect! I got down just few meters away from the guy who intended to go down at Puregold.

New plan was read a book and drink coffee. Double perfect.  Explore the place when it's not so hot.  So I did.  I took pleasure sipping in some "cold" latte with few cubes of ice floating almost fading away fast, and doubly disappears as I stir the drink with my straw.  For 140 bucks I expected more from this drink.  It seemed that they were running out of ice because apparently there wasn't any electricity so I had to make do with a place with no air condition.  The only consolation amongst all these is that the tiles in the store was deliciously beautiful, more like the one I saw in Marikina's church, with Mediterranean patterns painted in green and yellow, finished off with a Matte layer.  It was simply art on the floor.  I was reading, at the same time taking glimpse at the floor and reveled in the magnificence of it, thinking to myself again and again that that's definitely going to be the tiles on my dream house, the same thoughts I had the first time I saw it at the church.

With my cellphone shutting down because I failed to charge it last night, I resort to going at the nearest computer shop to call off another meeting I have planned to go to at 3pm in Ortigas.  It was some maum meditation discussion offered free by an enthusiast at meet  I left a private message hoping she had read it even before going out of her place to meet me.  When that was done, I then opened google and typed in the search box: places to go in calamba.  It didn't take me long to find out that Rizal's place and the church where he was baptized were nearby.  Ok so I had my destinations, now what to eat? Surprisingly there wasn't anything that was presented to me that's authentically from Calamba.  In fact, I was disappointed that the first entry was but a famous Chinese resto,  Few entries after that are vietnamese and thai.  What is happening?  So I forgot about the food and logged out and started my way to the Jose Rizal Shrine.

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When I got there, I was of course excited.  The floor inside was the same ones you'll find at old museums.  Red, square this one has apparently encaved more than the other ones I saw. This one feels authentic. Promising. I smiled and silently congratulated myself for turning a disaster to another adventure.  Good job shy!  There were coins with his face on it.  There were some medals of some sorts.  Some writings of his on the wall.  Not original but blown up ones.

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 When I went upstairs, I saw some ropes limiting people to get a more intimate distance to the chairs, and beds displayed.  Even from afar, I knew that those weren't really old relics.  They may have some vintage flair into it, but I doubt that these belongs to the original house of the National hero.  I frowned, but at the same time found it funny that other people were excited about it, taking selfies here and there. I felt wise enough not to.  Why would I? These aren't even original, I hurriedly walk past from room to room, every room just confirms my suspicion. Then I went down and finally out of the house.  Well that was a disappointment, I hope the church isn't.

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So just across the street, I got in the church.  Before that I saw this guy, with broken wrist, his right hand seemed to be hyperflexed in a strange way, it looks definitely twisted oddly.  He was limping his way towards a faucet found at one of the 2 candle ponds.  The one you find where there was 3 row of circular metal bwire which holds in candle stands.  Immediately below it is a pond  with melted wax in different colors, taking shapes in some kaleidescopic array.  The guy gave me an eerie feel, like some kind of the hunchback of notre dame.  I swore I might have stopped on my gait on the sight of him.  I hope he didn't see the shock on my face.

I tried to compensate my shockness with me continuing my pace inside the church and ignoring him as if he was normal.  I should have done better.

It's the same feel that any old churches has.  Same elements with a bell tower and same old architecture. It just seemed more dark near the altar.  I wanted to go near but the benches aligned in a straight row barricaded the pathway.  Looking afar, I saw a janitor mopping the floor near the altar.  It was probably general cleaning day.  So I prayed along with 2 other locals praying 4 , 10 bleachers behind me.

This day wasn't disastrous over all.  It does pay to be kind to self ad open to other possibilities.  I should continue this.  I took a deep breath, smiled and look once more at the Jose Rizal Shrine and left.

But I wish I wasn't so judgemental and critical about everything.  I would have stayed in their a little while longer because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be back in that place anymore.

This teaches me to just enjoy and appreciate the things as they are. 


Publisher: Shy - Sunday, November 09, 2014

Friday, November 7, 2014

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Setting Goals and Hitting Dreams


From this 

to this

So why do I need to be an entrepreneur? You ask?  It's the only consistent thing that I've been wanting ever since I was a kid.  And I understand that if I've been wanting something for a long time, maybe this is really really something that I like and maybe there lies my destiny.

So I planned for a year to learn the tricks of the trade, get more suppliers and manufacturers who are serious when it comes to quality, and finally be out there locally and globally.


From this

to this

I want to be a writer because it is in congruence with my values that seems to be at the top right now, namely freedom, creativity, diversity.  The ability to paint a picture and say it like butter and clouds so smoothly and eloquently, yet the message so profound and powerful.  I just threw in those words there to make it sound cool.

So again for a year I plan to write a post a day, schedule to study on creative writing and on everything I need to learn to write well, and eventually start making my manuscript, get hold of publishing companies and print those books.  


From this

to this

I also want to be beautiful and healthy; To take advantage of my remaining youthful years.  So I plan to eat healthily and exercise most days of the week.  Practice some beauty regimen, and oh apply some sunscreen too.


From this

to this

I want to be financially free.To buy what I want and go to places on a whim.  So I plan to get another job, invest in stocks, and what nots and do practically what's says in The Rich Dad Poor Dad book.


From this 

to this

I want to maintain a good bond with friends and family while I get more friends to join in my craziness. So I plan that to get in touch with them once a week through social media, sms, or meet ups.  Have a yearly trip with my family.  To get friends I may need to sign up to memberships, be part of an organization, volunteer and so on.

Plan B

If all else fail, and if I can't cope up with all these planning and setting deadlines, as what happens eventually with almost anything that I do that involves a lot of details... I'll just try to do things as often as I can, as much as I can until I can achieve my goals.  So I'll just have to try as often as I can until I succeed in business, write as much as I can until I can finally publish a book and officially be a writer, save and earn as much money as I can so I can travel on a whim,  be as beautiful as I can that I would feel confident with myself everyday, and finally socialize as much as I can until I can have at least 20 new friends.

Simple. Less stressful, but hopefully it works.

Publisher: Shy - Friday, November 07, 2014

Thursday, November 6, 2014


Posting Funny Postcards

I've really had a good laugh with this.  This personalized e cards had totally improved.  I used to have this as gifs but now, they have it in full blown vids!

I used jibjab and even though they only have 1 free entry, it's fine.  That free one seemed to be in great quality and very much entertaining.

Sorry if I can't be able to show to you the videos because I have to pay for me to be able to Download.

But this challenge is done.
Publisher: Shy - Thursday, November 06, 2014

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

My Journey to 30

I've exactly a month before I'll turn 30 and looking back I think I did pretty well.  Not perfect but ok, just well enough to start what I've always wanted to start but isn't really quite there yet.  So here is a post to finally make it count.

As they say we all get into the doing when we're under pressure and am I so under that now.  I've got 1 month left to scratch off as much as I can, a number of things I've always wanted to happen before I turn 30 and I try as best as I can, in all of my ability to scratch one item a day.  So from here on end until my birthday on the 6th of December, I'll be posting 1 entry a day to talk about just that.


And good luck to me.

Publisher: Shy - Wednesday, November 05, 2014

The Awkwardness of Being Saved.

Do you accept Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?

With thumping heart, and rattling nerves,  I said yes, almost sounding like a shriek.  I was breathless.  I didn't have a choice.  I had vowed to make Christ as my personal Savior and live his way, 3 miles up n the air, 5 years ago while I was en route to Cebu.

The woman beside me was a missionary.  Seconds after we have settled on our chair, all buckled up and trying to make ourselves comfortable, she started a conversation.  She was at her 50's, short hair and stubby.  I even forgot how we started talking but somehow we had slithered our way to an interesting topic about her trip to Hongkong and Singapore and how she lived off the life as a missionary there.  I knew it wasn't just any conversation you get with anyone.  You know the one where you drop a line or two and both of you knew that the conversation should die down by giving subtle signals like closing the eyes, pretending to fall asleep or even succeeding at that, checking the phone or just looking away towards the window.


 This one continued on.

And I knew it was pretty something because she was sharing many details to me. Heck she was even showing me some pictures of her son, which I thought for a second, she was trying to hook me up with because she found me pretty, but of course it wasn't the case.  Unfortunately it wasn't the case lol.

Her words have pretty much fallen on deaf ears by then because for me the conversation should have ended minutes ago and the whole thing just didn't make me feel comfortable.  I was partly scared.  In my mind, I was thinking, what if it was some modus operandi, or some scam, but that would have been unlikely because she doesn't look like a scammer.  Whatever it is the mere fact that she was sharing more details of herself felt like she wants something from me and that made me uneasy.  And next thing I knew she dropped the age old question...

"So shiela, do you accept Jesus as your personal savior?"

For me it sounded like "So Shiela, did you kill that guy?"

On a natural setting, I would probably contemplate, take it to heart and of course would naturally say yes.  But in this setting, when she dropped the bomb...  her voice sounded so loud for me that it seems like she was using a megaphone.  As far as I know, we were the only ones talking in the plane.  Actually she did 90% of the talking, and you know how that is when you are in an enclosed space and when you hear a couple talking and they are the only ones talking, even when they're just whispering they could be heard 3 or 5 seats back to front, actually to all periphery.  It felt like all those people were all ears, eager to hear my response.  I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and helpless because I really have no choice.  Of course I said yes.  Imagine the reaction of those people had I said no.  They would be aghast.  Judgments here, there every where, the thought of that caused me extreme pain.  So right away I said yes.

But I would have appreciate it more if it had been in a garden with only the two of us talking and we were surrounded with trees and bees and flowers, and fresh air.   Actually anywhere where we are the only two people and no one would hear us because truth be told things like that are really personal and is just fitting to be shared privately.   I would have said a more straight from the heart answer, and it would have been a more meaningful and a positive experience that way.
Publisher: Shy - Wednesday, November 05, 2014
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