Influences (or Why I Write the Way I Do)

Natalie Goldberg (free-flowing writing)
Clarissa Pinkola Estes (wild woman writing)
Jane Hutchison (direct-to-the-point writing)
Ernest Hemingway (simple words writing)

Friday, March 6, 2015

Taking a Sick Leave

i'm not really sick. the headache has subsided after the bowl of cereals and the unbelievably strong black coffee from Organo Gold, just one cup, thereafter. still not the type to lie in bed, and sleep while the sun is out there, bursting in glory. but i feel that i deserve this. to not rush, take the time to take used clothes out of this traveling bag one by one. not fuss over unwashed dishes. spend time to heat water for a later bath. run the checklist in my mind, slowly, of what to do with three banks today. and later, spend time, for the first time, at the newly opened J.Co's across the street. then go through the grocery list --- looking forward to a first full weekend, and a first full work week this March here in Manila. Then attend to two major emails and a deliverable for Peter. no one's sick. but someone deserves a leave.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Weird Chapter 4

Couldn't find the file with tables
Couldn't find the folder
Couldn't find the mother folder
Not in the ever durable Acer
Not in the Passport USB
Not in Box
Lost in a virtual Bermuda Triangle

Sunday, March 1, 2015

EarthUs

Feb 28
Just five, but brains, vibes and passion working
Taking easily the call of obligation
Taking the call of another wild
Something of the earth
Led by another wild woman now
Be led and lead, new tracks, fresh tracks

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Eating Vietnamese

Pho bac
Galleria
Passport
Vermicelli
Mint and sprout
Beef, shredded whole
Meatballs
Vietnamese coffee
Hmmmmm

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Ehersisyo

Broke into sweat this morning. Despite sleep deprivation till 230am. Still took time with the sun salutations. One can't be so harrassed and not exercise. So tomorrow, will sweat again, and the next day. Will even try to swim at this resort in Pangasinan.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

SCTEX writing

writing with only the laptop illuminating
writing while traveling, no vertigo here Mom
writing because the rush of inspiration won't leave
writing past bedtime and the mind won't stop
i only need to pee
but still alive. happy to be alive.

The Glide

it was the swim last friday, feb 20. the skies were gray after bringing the daughter to school. there were reasons not to swim - still nursing a cough, pool water might be too cold, could be sluggish after weeks not swimming etc. but still i went. at 745am, i was ready to swim. started with the breaststroke as a warm up, 10 laps. then the 'dreaded' freestyle because this stroke usually saps my energy.

and then it happened.

the swim, the freestyle, suddenly became effortless. like i was gliding. gliding from end to end as if marking a smooth straight line along the water. effortlessly kicking, and i felt one with the water, my right hand dipping in, the left hand reaching out, the neck just swerving to catch the glimpse of blue gray skies, the hotel's palm trees and its sunlight-drenched windows. i was more than alive. i was one with the water. all the time i spent those more than 15 laps of freestyle, i was smiling. smiling while gliding. this is swimming.

i have not gone close to how Sir Mar described swimming as 'meditation'. but i quite know how to get there.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Next 44 Years

i have very few really deep dreams and desires that the goal for the next 44 years is to fulfill them all, and prepare the people who will be left behind to take on the responsibility, to be able to grow more what is is being built and the bold plans in the making.

at 44, i am looking outward and forward. i desire to be more to people. to be converted inside out. to give and endow more. to not just be strong, but be mighty. as i look into curbing and silencing from within the unhealthy, the distorting, the unbelieving.

44 years past, and 44 years on, you are living anew Vitti.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Crazy Violent

it's how ericson describes my personality when i'm pissed and need to take action at the same time. it's in my personality to scream, to dish out the most cutting of expressions, the harshest of words, without even cussing. like this morning, i have to put mark in his place, JR to be reminded the non-negotiables in coordination work, and ms vency, to be reminded time and again, the consequences when one's standards are relaxed. even peter was not spared. i have to talk as i'm addressing autistics - to say don't, that is not accurate, are you telling me? this is how it's done - one, two, three... is that my job or your job? don't panic and listen to me.  there is strong sense of focus, failure to be met head on. crazy violent. crazy violent to get things done.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Three Cleaning Ladies

too much travel and work, and no time for housework. no time to clean the blinds, wipe them clean, inside and out. so for the first time, in over a year, got the services of three cleaning ladies - Manangs Ruth, Bina and Ritchie. sisters all. and organized. one does the kitchen. the other the bathroom. and the third, taking charge of wiping, sweeping and polishing. in about 60 minutes, they were finished, the house clean, especially the blinds. so will see them next in two months. two months for the condo to undergo general cleaning. as i travel, work, and can spare no more time for housework, even on weekends.