by Shirley | Dec 9, 2015 | Life
This post, I think, shall be the progenitor of all things that calls for my own sweet demands and idyllic wishes that I’d like for the holiday season; and yes, I know, I am not much of a dubious little fiend who would bombard good old friends with text messages or Facebook PMs hankering for attention just so I could get any gift I want but of course, I can dream of charity wells springing across town so I may eventually acquire what I fancy, right?
Now, since the holidays are now forthcoming with all them jingle bell carols and churches opening their doors for dawn masses, likewise with fireworks lighting up the sky every New Years’ Eve (so much for the litany) I might desire to have something that might set my year straight. Since I am not so much of a spanking spic-and-span sort of individual but very much obsessed with the untidy—in terms of managing my daily affairs, that is—I need to have something to get me by through all the diversities of responsibilities as well as menacing job-related endeavours. In the same manner am I not a person easily spurred when in a circumstance of much-needed attention: sometimes details escape me that I end up remembering only a word’s three final syllables, regardless of 1,500 of the original piece. True enough, I don’t register that much except that of imaginings that dabble on far-fetched fantasies of wealth worthy enough to make Snow White blush (Oh wait, she dreamt of a prince and not wealth; I didn’t see that coming). Anyhow, my singular point is this: I am a tad bit more disorderly than many people whether in terms of the concrete and abstract so I need a notebook with calendars in it so I could scribble some markings indicating with precision those exact times I ought to shower. In short, I need a planner.
But, hurrah for that since I found a perfect solution to the problem—a planner at the expense of 12 drinks available only at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, which I should say has such coffee that matches my personality (if there’s such a thing). In order to take a good rendering of what the heck I am talking about, here they are:
Image courtesy of CBTL’s http://brewyourbestyear.com
Aren’t they classy and grand? All one has to do is collect the entire roster of the needed 12 stamps from certain “genres” of drinks and you’re all set. Problem about this, though, is the money whereby I might procure even just one: I don’t have any. I am penniless since I live in penury most of the time, no thanks to a deep-seated resentment my body has towards jobs that make me brain-dead. But of course, I won’t force my friends to give me one because I definitely have to mind my own penury business such that I would, in the long run, have a car and a mansion that would hold more cars and cats in it (as if that would happen). Nonetheless, with all the punitive attempt at humour I have been facilitating until the last sentence prior to this one, I could only say that having the planner might be something that could summon me from my misery. Seriously, I have been in a slump for quite a while now that a respite is badly needed. Having the journal might be salvation personified.
Therefore, regardless whether I have the money or not, it still is worthwhile to dream of any of the featured planners in the above image I snagged from the official website. Hopefully, someday, a surprise is waiting that beholding (and owning) a CBTL planner once and for all may not be too impossible as it seems. And oh, before I forget: all proceeds from purchases has some percentage to be donated to the Real Life Foundation which sponsors financially-challenged students to make their way through college.
To culminate, you may indulge yourself to read the entire mechanics and some other additional information about the Brew Your Best Year planner through the official page at http://brewyourbestyear.com and the official announcement page at http://brewyourbestyear.com/articles/giving-flavorfully-with-the-coffee-bean/.
Advanced happy holidays everyone. Have a nice sip of coffee while enjoying the holiday vibe.
by Shirley | Dec 9, 2015 | Anything Online
It has been a while ever since I updated the version 1 of this site at the iblogger.com subdomain but, due to a twist of events (and with my friend Lily as the fairy who grants internet wishes) I finally got my own domain for a mere $0.99 . Nifty yes, and now I am hosted by her since she’s on a business account, unlimited I should say. So despite being on a slow poke computer that has nothing else to do but nudge its CPU capacity to 100% such that it may hang, I am definitely thrilled, delighted, ecstatic, enthralled. Who would not be especially because I now have my own web presence with a matching .com? This is indeed great.
Well, I admit that I don’t post much nowadays due mainly to personal concerns (similarly so that I haven’t fully recovered from that paper-writing fiasco weeks ago) so I have to take my blogging concerns in strides. Likewise, I could not think of anything sane to write about and I don’t think watching teledramas on my computer does count as blog-worthy. Besides I am not good at reviews because I tend to deconstruct my subject a lot thereby sending more rotten tomatoes in. Sceptic me?
Anyway, all I can say is that I am blown off by such a remarkable gift of hosting and a .com to boot. I am indeed overflowing with gratitude here that I’d deign in myself speak in Latin: GRATIAS!
by Shirley | Nov 25, 2015 | Life
It seems that this blog has taken on the responsibility of chronicling my almost-daily woes of writing my academic papers and it’s sort of apparent that there shall be more in store pertaining to my dilemmas. Today, as I have initially resolved to continue moving forward with this task (and eventually end it all), it seems my agonies still have the upper hand onto perpetuity. Indeed, it has become so uncomfortable that my anxiety attacks are now getting more frequent by the hour.
Just right now I decided to read all my resources for the nth time but for some strange reason nothing comes to me… again. Perhaps it has something to do with the anxiety now or that my agitation concurrently morphing into something more severe but all I know is that I could not make sense of anything no matter how I try to peruse everything onscreen, let that of touching—yes, touching!—all my borrowed books. It is evident that my body has begun reacting indiscriminately towards anything that has got to do with writing a paper, and all I need is to calm down. Of course, I needed to breathe in and out: the usual prepping up for a more pacified state of mind so as I could breeze my way through the task. Next would be the talking-to-myself mind resuscitation technique whereby I have to incessantly condition my brain through personal locutions worthy enough to be mantras in themselves. I have to talk my way through a task, say, “conversations” that should dissuade me from feeling discouraged so as I may strive to move forward “and win”. If all else fails, my next move would be to spend time away from what triggers all such perturbing sensations: I would stand up, go elsewhere to recline or maybe eat; and this would I engage in for a handful of minutes until such time I’d feel ready enough to face the turbulence of being busy and busier. (more…)
by Shirley | Nov 24, 2015 | Life
Still, here I am, stumped with a paper and I have class tomorrow. Not so much because of that in which I have decided to skip attending for tomorrow’s session but because my brain seems to be so dead tired from thinking and absorbing all the wreckage that is my screwed up paper. And I need to finish yet another due on the same date (November 27, a Friday). So talk about complications.
A meltdown was already apparent last night that my hands were getting clammy and my feet getting cold, with a redoubling of anxiety that water has become bitter to me. Hence I tried to message the nurse-counselor that I have been in correspondence with for sometime now since everything was going haywire, with the knowledge that I could do something unthinkable again like harming myself in a fit of either epilepsy or the bipolar. Inasmuch as I was getting stressed to my core and shaken to my bones, breathing itself has become labourious with my head unable to take in all the amount of information that needs to be processed. I wanted to make sure about why these symptoms were occurring so I resolved to message the counselor on Facebook. I wanted out from the mess. (more…)
by Shirley | Nov 23, 2015 | Academically Speaking
To make a long story short, it has been two weeks ever since I last borrowed a book from our school’s library and renewed some others so as I may still bring them home as references for my two reports. But I have been scouring the library for resources as early as late October since I have anticipated that things would be rough and tough for me as days tag along, given the fact that I am not growing any younger hence my brain cells losing acumen. To admit: I am not as sharp as I have been in my youth—as I have mentioned in my previous post, 9 more years and I will be forty—so reading materials for that much sought-after data and referencing can be a pain in the neck. To complicate matters, I have been diagnosed with a kind of epileptic condition, one of the repercussions of which would be a degradation of my existing neurons, letting them “die” through a series of seizures hence accelerating the onset of dementia or Alzheimer’s. Of course, I would do everything in my power to deny that it should be so, but in actuality I now feel the onslaught of such symptoms: there would be glitches in my comprehension skills that I could not focus properly. It does not help that I also experience panic attacks and anxieties, with random breakdowns that render me utterly helpless. All these have I kept in mind, the reason for preparing really earlier for two written reports (with another one coming), all for my mental health’s sake. I do not want to plummet yet again into a Gehenna of hyperventilating spiels or worse unbearable breakdowns that leave me desolate for days on end. All I want is to be prepared, well-versed on my reports, and confident that I know I can deliver. (more…)
