IN A NUTSHELL

Bike Ride

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 06:37:00 +0000

Because most runners & probably triathletes were going to participate in the Condura Skyway run, I thought this would be a good time to run in Alabang and have the roads all pretty much to myself. But then I was coerced..okay not really, by Jamike and his brothers to bike with them. It's been probably almost 6 months since my last ride. I was not comfortable considering I'll be biking with men who bike often.

If there's one thing about me is that I don't like to back down from a challenge. Following the reasoning above, then we would have most of the streets along out big 8-loop all to ourselves, or with less cars, bikers and runners. Perfect for a semi newbie like me.

My plan was to bike an hour then run for at least 20 minutes; my attempt at doing some sort of brick training for my plan (so far it's just a plan) to join a duathlon late this year. However, I enjoyed the ride so much. I was surprisingly strong at the hills, that I biked for an hour & a half and gave up the run--not because I was exhausted but because my fellow riders wanted to already eat the danggit, rice & egg my brother in law prepared for breakfast.

I hope I'm back to my fitness regimen and then some. I hope to bike again this coming weekend and run a bit after.

Escaping From Negativity (Even For Just A While)

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 06:13:00 +0000

There are days when nothing seems to go right, when thoughts seem to be leaning towards the negative and these affect your performance and the people around you. I find that there are ways I can use this negative energy to good use.

For one, I run. If the weather is good and the legs are willing, a long steady run around the village works for me. Checking out the environment, seeing what's new, whose house is being renovated or a new one being built makes the run entertaining.

Second is redecorating my house or any house for that matter. Last Sunday after having lunch with my mother and my sister's family at my parent's house, I felt the need to move furniture around since I was starting to feel sad picturing my father around the house. That day I fixed three rooms and the second floor hallway. It took me two hours. The next day I worked on my living room.

Third, walking to the adoration chapel located near my house. I cannot count the number of times I took refuge in that chapel and talked, begged and cried to the Divine Mercy and with closed eyes tried to listen to what He's telling me or I just go to find some calm.

In a nutshell, leaving my reality for a few hours can lighten things up a bit even for just a while. We all need that moment of peace. I do. Well, there's also a fourth one, having a drink with Jamike and just talk. This is the best one.

Copper Dew

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 10:13:00 +0000

Find your passion, live it, fulfill it and you have lived well.

For my late father, his passion was horses. When we were young he would go to the race tracks. He dreamed of one day owning a farm and breed race horses. He fulfilled his dream many years ago and this farm was his little heaven on earth.

A few days ago, we decided to visit the farm and talk to his staff. It was decided that since none of us children learned the business of breeding and selling, it would be better for us to sell the horses and eventually the farm to avid race horse fanatics like my dad; someone whose love for horses is as much as that of my dad's and is knowledgeable of the business. It would be a shame if the horses of this high quality will not be taken cared of.

As we were about to leave and head home, I approached the stables to take a look again at the pregnant mares. I am sure my dad was so excited that his mares were expecting. Then I felt something on my left arm. I moved my head slowly and saw the head of this mare right next to my sleeve. I told Jamike to take a photo. I later found out that the mare's name is Copper Dew and she is my dad's favorite.

I was not a fan of horses and now that my dad is gone, I wish I took an interest in it. My dad knew that if his health did not improve, he would have to sell the farm. One time when I was with him at his house and he was making a list of things to do, I told him how sorry I was that I didn't care for his horses. I remember him saying that it pains him to do it but the horses will be in better condition under capable hands.

That day when Copper Dew came close, my dad must have laughed at me because there I was so thrilled and I was touching her...and the other mares. I never patted them before.

My emotional side tells me to keep the farm and the horses, that I will be able to manage it but I know I cant. The emotions must not rule over logic. So for now that we still own them, I will do regular visits because I feel my dad's heart is truly there. It was his place of refuge..the JMF Farm.

-with Copper Dew-

A SAD FIRST POST FOR 2012

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 06:27:00 +0000

My first post for the year and it will have to be a sad one, unfortunately.

It's been two weeks since my father's passing. He died on Dec. 22, three days short of Christmas. Needless to say we had a very sad Christmas. During the wake, people would express their condolences and at times say 'Merry Christmas' and my mother would graciously say 'Blessed Christmas'. I admire her for that.

The days after we laid him to rest next to brother's urn (my brother died 13 years ago at 31) were spent trying to fix all those things my father did not complete because he thought he had more time. Even if the doctors told him he wouldn't be living long, he spent his days fighting the disease, finishing paper works, making phone calls--being the strong leader of the pack that he is. I think he knew time was running out but he didn't want to show it. He wanted to still be in control.

He handled the finances of the family. My sister and I now need to take over, make sure things run smoothly for my mother. My mom having lost her only son and now her husband of 45 years must be cared for; less worry for her is our goal. She needs to live and live comfortably.

Now that the Christmas break is over, the kids are back in school, we're back at work. I feel so unhappy knowing my mom will now wake up on weekdays with no one at home--because life goes on. Good or bad, happy or sad, we move on even if the spirit is down. She now needs to find new purpose.

My father, Jose Mari, loved us with as much love his heart could exhibit and muster. There are no words that could give him the credit he truly deserves. A father who loved me in spite of my mistakes and moodiness; who loved me every second; whose face lights up when the family is around him. My father was a gentle, loving, compassionate and caring man. Yes we have been truly blessed.

Since my bosses allowed me to take time off and attend to things, I found an hour today to pamper myself a bit in the nail salon as well as have a facial. The thing is I don't like going around the mall, seeing people. I don't want to bump into anyone who will ask me how I'm doing--some ask the question innocently and I'm in no mood to tell them I'm not okay because I lost my father. Because I feel this way, I haven't gotten back to my regular schedule and would rather stay at home. Next week this has to change. I need to get back.

I once said 'why can't we just live forever here, be altogether here?' then someone replied, 'then this would be heaven'. 'Why can't this be heaven then'? Only God can explain. My faith will have to strengthen because the one consolation I've been told is that we will all one day be reunited with our loved ones who passed on and are in heaven with God.

Christmas Gift Idea #3: Rags 2 Riches

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 04:08:00 +0000

I love bags and I especially love bags that are made of unusual materials. More so bags designed by famous local designers and hand made by women living in shanties who are being given opportunities to earn. This is the reason I love the bags of Rags2Riches.

Rags2Riches Inc is a social enterprise that creates fashion and home accessories by using scrap cloth, organic materials. They have commissioned the help of fashion designers Rajo Laurel, Amina Aranaz-Alunan & Oliver Tolentino to design the bags that these women will produce.

For more details check their website rags2riches

Christmas Gift Idea #2: Invisible Sisters

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 06:25:00 +0000

'I work with garbage because there is just too much of it', a quote from Ann Wizer, the artist, visual artist and no doubt, an environmentalist who started this project called Invisible Unseen People Unseen Waste. Early on Ms. Wizer understood that there is no getting rid of trash, that we will always have trash so she decided to make use of these and make them into useful items and at the same time train the unskilled workers so they can live better lives.

Today I was fortunate to have met two members of the Invisible Sisters, the group of women who does beautiful hand woven, crocheted or knitted bags, wallets and pouches out of plastic bags, tape of cassettes or VHS tapes, wires etc. The goals of the Invisible are reduce waste, reduce poverty, education and good design.

-some of the bags in different patterns & colors-

-check out this intricate pattern-

This Christmas you may give pretty gifts crafted by women whose dreams are to continue to learn, live better lives and do good for the environment. Learn more about them at Invisible Sisters website.

Lessons from Oprah #3: You Are What You Believe

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 00:17:00 +0000

" Our beliefs can move us forward in life-

or they can hold us back".

-Oprah Winfrey-

It's pretty self explanatory don't you think. The gift to me when reading statements such as this is the confirmation of the theory and the awakening that follows. I remember reading this and immediately I thought of who I've become. I'm no extra ordinary woman. I'm not a super mom who juggles family, work and personal responsibilities. I'm a stay at home working mother who opens herself to opportunities and is in constant search of that calling.

My mother is a stay at home mom. I remember distinctly when I was younger, she said to me- 'don't be a housewife'. I know now why she said that. An old belief that the role of women is to take care of the family while the man works breaks the dream of women to succeed. Not to be misunderstood, I don't mean keeping the family intact is not a sign of success, however, a woman's role should not be just a figure at the home. The problem here is that since it is an expected role, a note of appreciation comes seldom. And for the men, success is evidenced by the material possessions and are recognized for it.

I struggled for a while when I used to just stay home waiting; waiting for the kids to get home, waiting for my husband, waiting for something nice to watch on TV. I just kept waiting for anything exciting to happen in my day.

I'm lucky now that I am able to earn a small living and still be able to pick up the children from school. Let me expound on that a bit. I think I envisioned myself to be doing something productive and earn a bit from it. I've given up the vision of Mayi holding a top position in a company or Mayi the famous bag designer. I've learned to be content. Nonetheless, I've opened myself to the universe, willing to take invitations for self enhancement.

In a nutshell, whatever it is you believe, that's who you will be. You are what you believe.

Christmas Gift Idea #1: Messy Bessy

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 05:39:00 +0000

Here’s the deal. I love to write but have difficulty finding something to write about. Unlike other blogs with specific topics or themes, mine talks about anything. Last night I attempted to post something but ended up deleting the whole thing. It wasn’t a happy post.

So I thought since Christmas is just about two months away I’ll post some gift ideas. However, these gifts must be made locally & provide some sort of livelihood for the less privileged. This way I stick to a specific topic as well as bring out the Christmas spirit in everyone.

So let me start with Messy Bessy.

Messy Bessy produces all natural cleaning products, each carefully tested. Because the environment is important to them, their products do not emit toxic fumes and chemical residues.

Messy Bessy is a product of HOUSE that employs formerly abused, trafficked young adults with the objective to rehabilitate them. The beneficiaries of their in house classroom called House SCHOOL will receive diplomas in grade school and high school as well as skills training.

Last year I gifted my family and friends with their products. Even Jamike gave these to clients and partners. Your orders will be carefully packed. This year I will do the same because I love their products, the environment and I want to make the lives of others better.

Check out the website for their products

Remembering My First Full Mary

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 01:47:00 +0000

Today marks the first year anniversary since Jamike and I ran our first full marathon in CamSur. I thought to reminisce since the CamSur marathon was held yesterday. I remember the grueling training days, when we gave up many drinking nights and just laying down on the bed during the rainy days. I look at the rains we have now and I recall we had to run about 18 kms under strong rains because when in training, there's no excuse. Well except for one time when there was thunder plus lightning that I thought it wise to cancel training.

This, completing my first full marathon with Jamike was or is one of my greatest achievements. May it inspire others who are getting into running in their 40s to go for it.

Click here to read my post.

Lessons from Oprah #2: Forgiveness

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 06:28:00 +0000

At one show, Oprah shared the best definition she has heard of forgiveness. That is, “Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past should have been different and moving on from here. It is not saying that what happened was ok, just that it was the past.”

To forgive is a difficult task. There is no harder submission of self-belief, to accept an apology from someone who has wronged you or to adhere to the unfavorable circumstances life has given you. Life will at some point stab you straight in the heart, the thing is, life goes on and so you must move on. Pain and disappointment is there to teach us how to manage things. Have you noticed how resilient some people can be, that after an agonizing experience, a shield is formed to somehow block the same from happening all over? Yes, life lessons are learned the hard way.

Dwelling on the past is living in the “what ifs” and we all know this will only lead to more madness and depression. The past is what it is, past. There is no turning time back and reliving. Sometimes I still find myself crying over something I should not have done many years ago but then I look at the present with the hope that the lesson I learned there will guide me in making better decisions.

“Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past should have been different”. In sadness due to a loss of someone special, the act of forgiving the indescribable pain life provided will take humility along with hard work. The pain may never leave, however, the arduous task of moving on is the proof of acceptance.

Power Couple

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 06:26:00 +0000

It's here. The magazine is here and they really featured Jamike and I as a Power Couple in MultiSport magazine. Scary but stimulating at the same time.

When I got hooked into running, a result of constant prodding from Jamike, I never imagined that one day we would be featured in a magazine, a sports magazine at that. I remember clearly the first time I stepped on the treadmill and after 5 minutes pressed the STOP button because I was just so bored. But Jamike kept pushing and encouraging me to keep trying until I covered the distances. Most important of all was finishing our first full marathon at CamSur last year (this was my idea so kudos to me); I was 42 then.; 42 kms at 42. This was special.

Biking came to me like a natural progression from running. This time I did not have to be convinced. I imagined it, so naturally I went for it. Honestly, I still have so much to learn and many more miles to cover but I do hope to participate in a duathlon next year. Jamike, on the other hand, does all three-swim, bike, run. We hope to complete another marathon next year.

As a consequence of enjoying sports together, we get to spend time with each other, chatting and essentially we relate and encourage one another. In anything, to have a cheerleader is pivotal. In fact, Jamike and I are lucky to be an adventurous couple, having climbed Mt. Pulag last May.

In a nutshell, I hope we keep at it and continue to find new thrills and reach new goals. We are in our 40s and it’s a great feeling to have accomplished much.

Lessons From Oprah #1

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 01:51:00 +0000

I love Oprah and felt sad that she ended her show because I can honestly say that I learned so much from her. Jamike suggested to me to share some of the lessons so that's what I'll start adding to this blog.

"HAPPINESS IS NEVER SOMETHING YOU GET FROM OTHER PEOPLE.

THE HAPPINESS YOU FEEL IS IN DIRECT PROPORTION

TO THE LOVE YOU GIVE" - Oprah Winfrey

Oprah talks about how she realized that what you receive in the world is what you give to the world. It is the third law of motion; the essence of Karma. At one time, Oprah had a guest on the show talking about her failed marriage; she kept saying that her husband used to make her happy and he doesn't anymore. What Oprah learned and eventually shared from this is that happiness is never something you get from other people; that happiness is in direct proportion to the love you give. 'If you think something is missing in your life or you're not getting what you deserve, remember that there's no Yellow Brick Road. You lead life; it doesn't lead you.'

When we were young we all learned the golden rule: Don't do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you". I guess this is it--the big lesson in our lives. It is probably the only rule that applies to everything, work, love, attitude, upbringing, values, etc. Treat someone bad and you will be treated just the same maybe not from the recipient of that bad attitude but by someone else. The same goes when you do good. Smile and love and you will get the same.

Give Up On Life Or Live

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 02:21:00 +0000

I had a conversation recently with a relative about a woman who is unhappy with her life because her husband cheated, came back and is sleeping around again. This woman treats this as as the cross she needs to lift and drag for the remaining years of her life; a sacrifice in the hope that the gates of heaven will accept her when the end comes with no questions and no judge asking her to plea her case.

As I was being told this story, I simply said, "how sad that she is spending her life this way; what if God says, I gave you a good life and you didn't live it." I truly believe a martyr is born one. Obviously it is not for everyone, just like the priesthood or being like Mother Teresa. It is a calling to be a hero, to give up all and serve the people in the name of God and for the sake of humanity. But to choose to suffer in the company of someone who disrespected you and offer it as some kind of lamb so that your sins are forgiven and to gain exemption from purgatory is a different thing altogether.

I look at the people suffering in Africa and the children begging on the streets outside my village and I am thankful for the life I am living. I recognize and embrace the blessings. I make an effort to treat the small irritants as unimportant and should not ruin my day. I want God to see that I love the life he has given me. And if painful experiences come my way, I pray to have the strength to still get up and live. I admire those who have smiles on their faces despite the pain of death, sickness or betrayal. We have heard stories of people like this. We all need some source of strength and it is all up to us to find it.

In a nutshell, there is no perfect life. When hurt is handed to us, do we just take it and live like there is no hope or do we find meaning in the experience, seek help through family and friends and turn our lives around and start living all over? For us who have the comforts of life and have people to turn to, we must open up our frailties and accept advice. At times it is the pain that presents your true calling.

A Good Thing

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 06:37:00 +0000

- Found this ladybug in a sea of flowers; a good thing-

A good thing should always be noticed.

A good thing must be recognized as such.

A good thing ought to be appreciated.

In the course of our lives, we oftentimes fail to see the blessings, the good things. Often than not, we count as blessings the big items, the material stuff that cost a lot but blessings can come in very simple packages like a glass of cold water after a meal, a smile from anyone, finding some alone time.

It saddens me to see people that handle every day like it's a burden. Honestly, I do not blame those who are struggling to make ends meet act grumpy. However, I still believe that there are still 'hidden' gifts that go unnoticed simply because the negativity towards life takes over. It is more bothersome to see those who have so much to be thankful for waste away a day because they are so self centered; when things are never enough for them.

I will not deny that at one point in my life I did care for the material things and often compared myself with others, feeling envious of what they own. I thank God for experiences that made me realize how ridiculous I was considering I have a loving hubby, two great kids, parents who are still around, a bestfriend in my sister, friends, relatives, good health and the list is endless. I believe in the following sayings-'manage expectations' and 'contentment breeds happiness'.

So what is being contented? To be content is to be 'in a state of peaceful happiness'. Even this definition is simple. Would you be happier driving a Porsche vs driving a Honda Jazz? If your goal is to just get to places, wouldn't the Honda Jazz achieve this as much as a Porsche? I think so right? But if your intention is to boast then the choice you'll make is obvious. The next question is, 'why boast then?'. Life in itself is complicated with challenges that come around the corner when you least expect it, throwing you off guard that you need to sit down to process, gather yourself and fill God with your prayers of help. Material things are temporary sources of happiness--the truth is they do not make you happy for long. Like you, that too will age and lose it's sparkle.

In a nutshell, try as much as you can to see the good things in your life and be thankful for them. Wake up and see what matters, or rather, what should matter. It's a shame to not see what's beautiful in you and around you. I'm not perfect at it. I forget and fail or sometimes the troubles are just too much for me to handle smoothly but the thing is, I get up and call in the positive vibes to fill me. My family is well and that alone is more than just a good thing.

Postscript:

As I ended writing this post, I smiled remembering the good things that I have already experienced and the day is not over yet-woke up with my family around me, had a good 14 km run with hubby, got some work done, got the permits needed for the repair at my house, visited my sister who is not feeling well, saw my mother for a few minutes, bumped into a friend at the grocery, had a great roast beef sandwich and right this minute, having my kids home.

Must Bead Again

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 00:12:00 +0000

I was going through pictures and I saw these photos of bags I designed and beaded. I just let out a huge sigh thinking this is something I've always wanted to be--a bag designer. I made a few of these, sold them and gave it all up. I realize that I always give up. If I dissect this one character I possess, the simple explanation is my lack of leadership skills--I am a follower, always have been.

I'll have this grand idea of a business, learn to do it, make some then throw it out the window (not literally) then when I see someone making something similar, I regret not pursuing it. They say to be successful, you have to have passion and hard work. I keep abreast with trends, not exactly wearing the trends because this can be costly, but I can say I pretty know what's in and what's not.

It's funny though that a few days ago while I was looking for nylon threads for a rosary I had to fix, I saw my racks of beads, in different colors and sizes as well as my tools and it kind of gave me goose bumps, I got excited. So I think that is a good thing. Then now I see pictures of my work.

In a nutshell, I have decided then to just start the hobby again and treat is as such. Otherwise, there will be pressure and the enjoyment will fade away. If by some divine intervention opportunities come my way, then so be it.

Resilience Or The Lack Of It

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 01:54:00 +0000

Sad as well as traumatic experiences can break the soul and spirit into pieces. The ability to get back up, live and see the positive, I believe would be the deciding factor of one's success in living a life well...of moving on as the cliche goes.

On the way to Makati this morning, I saw a man riding a bike with one arm. I am a newbie in road biking and I cringe at the site and sound of cars heading towards me or are behind me. I fear falling and hurting myself badly. I'm scared a bad experience will throw me off my goal of one day completing a duathlon. Or just enjoying a simple bike ride in the village. I admire this man who was biking in the busy road of Sucat service road, contending with all sorts of vehicles and pot holes. I wondered what happened to him, how did he lose his arm and what motivated him to get on the road again? Like anything we aspire to achieve, there must be a motivating factor. I recall when I was training for the marathon, I would follow my training program. Rain or (more rain) shine would not stop me from crossing out the the task on the program.

A few meters after seeing the biker, there was a man, completely naked, filthy, sitting on the pavement. They are referred as "taong grasa". I once again thought what happened to this man? Obviously he has family and friends and at one point in his life enjoyed their company. What triggered him to lose all hope? What made his family and friends give up on him?

I ponder on the strength and weakness of the human spirit. When I think there is only one life to live, I feel sad for those who do not have the will to fight or were not given the opportunity to rise.

Every night I thank God for bringing my family together, that we are in one room getting ready to sleep and I pray for another day that will end as perfect as the nights passed. I train myself to always think positively, to allow the good energy to enter my life even if I know there will always be sad moments in life. In a nutshell, faith, strength and resilience are important to get by life's obstacles and more importantly, while we are fine, make sure we get to smile everyday.

My Arms, My Waterloo

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 11:42:00 +0000

I hate my arms. I will put it straight out there. I super duper hate my arms. No matter what exercise regimen I do, my arms stay and sway like jelly even though I work out regularly. When I lose weight, it's noticeable through my face and legs. But the minute I wear a sleeveless attire, my arms get pinched and I get told "you gained weight". And everybody knows this, no one wants to be told she gained weight, not even a recovering anorexic will take this as a compliment. At one point, I banned all sleeveless shirts in my closet--I wanted to pack them and keep them at the top of the closet. Months later, I had some kind of awakening and had this "i don't care what people say" attitude and at this moment I had total control; that I should love myself...and so I thought until this writing.

All the running, Pilates and TRX have not trimmed the fat in my arms. As I was telling Jamike this, he reminded me that I have so much of the 'chubby' gene to contend with, with both sides of my family having the not-so-skinny bone structures. Plus the sweet tooth that seems to be traveling down my veins that if I let go I can surely gain a pound every day. Although I do not follow a strict diet, I also do not binge. Could it also be age and my very slow metabolism? I guess so. In fact I do take thyroid medication to keep it at normal levels so I can't blame it on this because my test show my thyroid is okay. Seriously contemplating on trying the Dukan diet.

I'm just whining through this blog. So utterly frustrated. I know at some point I should just let it go. There is no way I will spend thousands on fat melting procedures--I have more important things to spend my money on. While I continue to struggle with this mundane issue, I apologize for bothering you with this post. Simply just venting.

They say if you write down your frustrations you will feel better. Well, I feel like puking. Right this moment my TV is on the show Style Icons featuring Jennifer Aniston and Reese Witherspoon with their svelte figures. Argh!!!! In a nutshell, for now I'm just going to change the channel, skip dinner and just fill myself up with water. Don't get me wrong, I'm not giving up. Although my arms may not look toned, I do feel healthy and strong and that is a good thing.

News From Left Field

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 23:46:00 +0000

In life when things go the way you want it to, or when everything is smooth and functioning enough to put a smile on the face, we forget to take notice of these days. We thank God at the end of the day for a 'perfect' day but that's about it. We do not sit in a quiet corner and play back in our heads the good experiences and blessings of the day. Then out of nowhere, completely from left field as the saying goes, comes news that catches you off guard of course, and there and then, the happy cells turn sad, worried and anxious.

A few days ago, we celebrated the good news that the tumors in my father's liver has gotten smaller and that there are no new growths. Last night, however, while we were having dinner for the 14th birthday of my son, Lucas, we were told that my father will have to undergo a procedure today to drain out the liquid in the lungs. This congestion is making him pant and cough more than usual. After making calls to doctors to confirm this and were told it needed to be done soonest, the moods obviously changed. I just wanted to retire on my bed, get a restful sleep (I wish I had a sleeping pill at this time) because I knew today would be tiring.

Each good day should never be taken for granted. There are no perfect days. You can be driving and a motorcycle speedily passes the side of your car and nearly sideswipes your car or a househelp accidentally stains your favorite shirt, or your child wakes up with colds, but all these are manageable when treated calmly. These do not ruin a day. News of death, sickness, loss of homes and the like are the ones that challenges our faith and one we must work hard to win because at the end, when the pain is unbearable, especially for the weak in spirit, we only have faith to keep us sane.

In a nutshell, enjoy the simplest of days. Take that time out to reflect before hitting the sheets and thank God for living it, surviving it and having the strength to tackle the next day. That's what I did. I thanked Him for my son's 14th birthday celebration and prayed for all I'll need as I stay with my father at the hospital.

Are You A Pleaser?

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 05:01:00 +0000

Are you a pleaser person? Definition: someone who makes others happy, content and going out of his way to do this.

I am a pleaser; so much so that sometimes I get depressed when it is not noticed, even if I do these things without expectations or recognition. But of course a simple 'thank you' would be appreciated.

Ironically, I can please others but fail to do the same for myself. Everyone goes before me. Is this right? If there is one thing Oprah Winfrey has consistently done over the past 25 years is to produce shows that speak of the importance of valuing your own person. It hits me all the time. So there I put down things I would want to do and experience. However, these are one time activities and not the one that will make me say wholeheartedly that I am where I should be in my life.

At 43 years of age, I am beyond what words could express, grateful and thankful for all that I have, Jamike, my children, family, friends, good health and the list goes on. However, I feel like I am still floating, like something is missing. I know what it is but I fear it; winning over it will take too much from me. So I will remain in limbo.

Optimism is a powerful word and one that needs to be given much attention when living. The downfall of a person is the lack of optimism and faith which I think go hand in hand. We may pray to God and all the other saints but it comes down to acceptance of what is current, in believing; not live with the 'what ifs' and 'I should have'.

To be content is the right way to live. This makes sense. If expectations are lessened or brought down to what is realistic, then disappointments can also be managed.

Before I am misunderstood, I do not regret doing things for others. I just have to serve myself too. In a nutshell, I end with a quote from the Dalai Lama:

'Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.'

AZKALS: Third Time Still A Bust

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 01:24:00 +0000

After the long, hot and tiring run last Friday, I was pleasantly surprised to see the AZKALS training on the polo field of the country club. Not that I have this crush on them like some teenager, but it’s the AZKALS, popular, some very attractive but all great players.

I must say here that this would be my 3^rd encounter with them but I never had the chance to have a photo taken. I decided to take a closer look but not without washing my face in the restroom located under the grandstand. Exiting I got face to face with the cuties; I did not notice that the cooler carrying their drinks was by the side of the grandstand. Shocked and speechless, I failed to even give a smile or better yet wish them good luck in their upcoming match vs Sri Lanka. Fail!!

So all I got to do was take a picture of their bus and van.

Calling For My True Calling

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Tue, 31 May 2011 09:41:00 +0000

I wish I could say I have found my true calling. Yes I am a wife and a mother of two boys, and aside from all the 'titles' I have like daughter, sister, running mate etc., I feel something is missing.

If inner peace and happiness can only be attained through acceptance and love of oneself, then I am not there yet. I know I love myself because I respect my being, more so, now that I truly appreciate my physical capabilities, my willingness to always help or make people important to me happy and I feel inside me that there is this searching happening.

I admit that my interest in fashion design may just stay that way. Although I am a believer that we should do what we like, I am also a realist; no one will hire me without educational attainment and experience in this field. I will always be a spectator and admirer of designers. Three years back when I turned 40, I took a two week course in bag designing at School of Fashion & Arts (SOFA) under the famous bag designer, Amina Aranaz-Alunan. But with my lack of leadership skills and the fear of failing, I am just a graduate of that course. Nonetheless, I have no regrets because I had the time of my life learning.

My dream board is a collage of different things; things I value and interests me. You’ll see my family, travels, running, biking, a nice office, shoes, bags, a dream anteroom, bedrooms, smiles and positive quotes. Dream boards are there to help you keep in mind what you want to have and must be placed in an area where you can always see it. It doesn’t necessarily mean I will attain any or all of these, but to have an open mind, I believe, will allow good vibes into my life.

So going back to my true calling, maybe for now it is to be a wife and mother (I wish I could be perfect in these two roles but nah). I know God will allow me to extend my gifts, talents and will provide opportunities. I just hope He won't take too long. In the meantime, I am opening up my senses more, being very observant and sensitive of what may be opportunities coming my way. And more importantly, being more appreciative and grateful for the countless blessings.

Running With A Group

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Fri, 27 May 2011 09:12:00 +0000

After two and a half weeks of not doing any running because of our journey to Mt. Pulag and the family vacation to Bohol and Cebu, I was a bit scared joining the running group because I knew that the scheduled run today is a long one-2 hours. Add to this is the introduction to a new route that coach Pat Joson willingly looked for per request of some members of the group. The route was hilly and I was not prepared for this. After 1.5 hours, I had to take a 5 min. break.

The advantage of running with a group that is passionate about running as you is that you have a supporter; when someone feels tired and needs to slow down, it's okay for others to slow down or someone will sympathize and take a walk break with you. And this is what happened to me earlier. I felt cold sweat and had goose bumps and since this has happened before that led to a sore back, I knew that I had to walk a while; luckily fellow running group mate, Bea Azcuna offered to accompany me.

The other good thing about running with a group is that it pushes you to complete the task with everyone. While Bea and I were taking our walk break, I looked ahead, the others running continuously. My pride can sometimes take the better of me and despite the recommendation of coach Pat to rest longer I decided to run the last 2 kms. I knew that if I didn’t push myself, I’d feel bad. As of this writing, my legs hurt & my back is a bit stiff. Only have me to blame. But I did it!

Running with a group helps keep your mind off the fatigue and pain. We talk about anything. We start off with the girls together & the boys running side by side. We talk about the latest in news, the houses we pass, the latest break-ups, controversies & even where to get have the best bikini wax—this topic threw the boys off, so funny.

Running with a group also allows for comparing of gears, nutrition, races to join, therapy and all other things relating to running. No matter how many articles you’ve read or first hand experiences encountered, there’s always something new to learn from other runners since their experiences as well as their accomplishments and not to mention the teachings from a coach can teach you so much more.

Lastly, at the end of the run, we can all say we have taken cared of our bodies as well as made deeper connections through shared laughter, insights and stories during the 2 hours we were running together.

In a nutshell, I have made the best decision in so far as my running is concerned. Although I do enjoy solo runs that I have occasionally, the group runs just make me push more. Yes, pride can be a good thing, sometimes.

I Survived Mount Pulag

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Thu, 12 May 2011 07:12:00 +0000

-the tip of the mountain at the backdrop is the summit-

After a 5 hr ride to Baguio, a 3 hr jeepney ride to the DENR office for a briefing then another 1.5 hr jeepney ride to the Ranger's Station we finally arrived; not the top of Mount Pulag yet; this is just the drop-off point and the trek begins from here.

Jamike and I have always talked about reaching the top of this mountain. After our adventurous trip to Sagada a year ago, we sort of made a pact that we would see more of the country and maybe be more fearless. So when our friend Francis Macatulad invited us to join his group we immediately agreed. Here's a few facts about Mount Pulag: It is Luzon's highest peak at 2,922 meters or 9,587 ft above sea level and the 3rd highest in the country (this is being contested because others say it is the 2nd highest).

-arriving at the Ranger's Station-

It was a tiring ride, going through winding and very rocky roads. I felt my fat jiggle all over during the bumpy ride. When we arrived at the Ranger's Station I wanted so much to start walking and trekking up the mountain. We were lucky we had very good weather during the climb because it turned out to be quite challenging, even for Jamike and myself who are active in the workout scene; we are runners, bikers and I do Pilates regularly.

We took the Ambangeg trail, the easiest route; 3 hrs to the camp site. I decided to hire a porter to carry my backpack because I was still recovering from a sore back. Another good idea was to use a stick; it just makes balancing and dealing with uneven and rocky roads easier. The trek has three parts: pine forest, mossy forest and then the grasslands.

The weather was perfect. While the tents were being put up by our team leader Paul Villegas and his partner, both UP mountaineer members, we had time to walk up some more hills and just take in the fresh air. Everything was perfect at this point except for the "bathroom". Oh boy--there was no way I was going to take in anything that will trigger a poop. No way!!!

-the 'bathroom'-

-Jamike w/ the camp site at the background-

-starting to get cool-

By late afternoon the breeze joined us. It was fine since we came fully prepared, ready for the low temperatures. But things became nasty later in the evening. By bedtime it was so cold, that we had mists and rains. With no exaggeration, I had on 2 shirts, a fleece jacket, a water proof jacket, a scarf, leggings, pants, 2 pairs of socks, gloves and a bonnet--and I was shivering. I had no sleep at all. And I was worried because we were supposed to get up at 4 am to climb the summit. Jamike was freezing too.

-5:30 am. All set to climb to summit w/ friend Glenn Garcia (red) &

team leader Paul (blue). The 10 yr old boy is Rafa; son of Francis. He made it too!-

Because of the bad weather, we were told by Paul that it would be useless to climb at 4 am since we won't be able to see the sunrise anyway. So we began our climb at 5:30 am instead which I preferred; safer to climb when it's not so dark. With the freezing temperature, there was no doubt the climb will be a bit of a challenge. I thought the strong winds would blow me off the trail. Like every challenge conquered, the rewards are indescribable. Just the feeling that WE REACHED THE PEAK OF THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN IN LUZON IS AWESOME!!!!! Pretty much like when we crossed the finish line together in our first full marathon.

-at the summit; sooo foggy and cold!-

In a nutshell, I am really lucky to have a husband who loves to experience new things..and with me. I don't have a bucket list printed on some journal; it's more in my head and it's great that even in our not so young and not too old age, we welcome adventures. In a few days, we are off, with the kids this time, to Bohol and Cebu. This trip may not be as tiring but I am excited to see other parts of the country and treat my senses to what these places may offer.

Face Value

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Wed, 04 May 2011 07:10:00 +0000

Whenever I'm at the grocery, I spend a couple of minutes just going up & down the skin care section. With all the advertisements showing products that can minimize wrinkles, remove sun spots, even out skin color or smoothen skins, I'm curious if any of these will actually work for my 43 year old face. I think it's been 20 years since I've seen a dermatologist and I only started to apply moisturizer in the evenings a year ago. I also do not put on creams with SPF during the day.

I look at my face and I can tell that it needs some pampering. But the products are not cheap so I am not sure which ones will be worth every peso--Ponds, Olay, or the simple DOVE soap. I saw a commercial wherein women were challenged to only use DOVE for 30 days and there was remarkable difference in the texture of their skins. I limited myself to the grocery selections because I cannot afford the expensive ones like Obagi, Clinique, Guerlain or Murad.

My mother is so good at maintaining her skin with constant visits to the dermatologist and complete avoidance of the sun. I know why I can't; it's because my exercise regimen is done outdoors, biking and running. Nonetheless, my skin is also my protector so I should do the same.

I have committed to make a better 'physical' me through exercise and adventures; a better 'spiritual' me by being thankful and grateful so now I seriously want to pay attention to the 'external' me. I will make sun blocks and moisturizers a staple. It's about time before I start looking way too old for my age.

COCO

noreply@blogger.com (Mixednuts) — Mon, 02 May 2011 08:26:00 +0000

I love our black labrador Coco. When we first got her a little over two years ago, I didn't think I'd get so attached to her. I love it when she is pleased to see me any time of the day; the tail wags continuously until I pat her...or until I feed her something.

I love that she protects our home. Any one who steps into the boundaries of our house will get a strong, scary bark from her. She is so protective. It's good that I can count on her. There are times though I wished she was friendlier--like to my dad and other relatives. The thing is, if she is met outside our house, she wouldn't give a damn about you but the minute you step into our territory, she can be very tough.

We got her because we wanted our children to care for something; to be responsible for another living thing. They don't feed or bathe her but they walk her sometimes. I under estimated the positive effect Coco would bring to our lives. I can say for sure, from now on we will always have a pet to care for.