Back from the Holiday

I just came back from a quick holiday in one of the islands here in Indonesia.

Today, I am officially back to work. I am supposed to be still traveling on my way back to Indonesia if my South Korean trip pushed through. Thinking about what happened and what I went through with regard to planning and missing that trip still breaks my heart. But as my raja yoga teacher said one time in one of our meditation sessions, stop making your life like a telenovela. Stop repeating the same stories again and again in your head. It won’t change anything anyway.

So anyway, I was back in the hills yesterday afternoon. I did some work but was really just floating as my holiday mood is still hanging over.

Today, I really have to show up and earn my living again. Not.

I am still not back, I realized. I had a late breakfast, some short meetings here and there, replied to some mails, then went back to my room and doze off. Can you believe it? I dozed off? I forced myself to wake up a couple of hours later and went to one resto to have lunch. I saw the Aussie chef and started complaining that I am bored. He said the feeling is mutual. I was not in the mood to eat anything really so I just had my green mangoes. Then I was asked by the golfkeeper if I would join the caddy training today. They need somebody to play golf. Well, I have nothing lined up to do yet anyway. In short I spent the whole afternoon in the golf course with the other expat hitting those balls.

I was hitting from the tee box at first but after several holes and a lot of lost balls and wasted time, the Aussie expat declared that I will just be playing from the Drop Area. Fine. He probably needs to prepare dinner later and with me taking all the time in the world to hit those balls, we’d be lucky if we’re done come sun down. Anyway, I was just pitching and putting, pitching and putting, pitching and putting. It really looks like a boring game to me but when you start playing, somehow you get to appreciate it. Precision, accuracy, mental state, body control and a lot of other things are at play.

So there. The day is still not finished but will probably end the way it started. Slack. Tomorrow is another day.


Jalan-jalan – an Indonesian word for walking leisurely; sightseeing (or so I believe) πŸ™‚

Let me walk you through my jalan-jalan today.

It was a bit cloudy. Actually, it is always cloudy here. We can almost touch the sky.


There is an orange plantation that is always on my route. I guess up until I find a new one.


I’ve been doing this walk for almost three months. I’m lying. I do this intermittently if the weather permits (but moreso if I get to convince the self that this is not punishment but an investment to a better me in the future). It’s only now that I noticed this thin shrub (or tree) or whatever. I think it is cute. And those clouds gently kissing the mountains. Sweet.


Then there is this small rest area that I hope to explore one time.


And on and on I walked.


There goes the orange orchard again. I can’t wait for the fruits to finally transform from green to orange. It would just be crazily beautiful.


And a shot I’ve been trying to perfect. Ahhh. Those clouds again.


It was dark when I did my descent back.


And this is where I lay and rest my head to sleep at night.


I think I live in paradise.

Don’t you think so?

Creating Lasting Positive Change

[It’s] the lens through which your brain views the world that shapes your reality. And if we can change the lens, not only can we change your happiness, we can change every single educational and business outcome at the same time.

β€” Shawn Achor

Creating Lasting Positive Change:

– 3 gratitude (Emmons & McCullough, 2003)
– journaling (Slatcher & Pennebaker, 2006)
– exercises (babyak et al., 2000)
– meditation (Dweck, 2007)
– Random Acts of Kindness (Lyubomirsky, 2005)

*Not bad. I think I am in the running.

Sharing to you my daily positive find. Let’s go get that happiness. πŸ™‚

My Indonesian Christmas Party

Living in a Muslim country, I wasn’t really expecting any joyous Christmas celebration similar to what I am used to back home in the Philippines.

But I will take any semblance of merrymaking anytime.

A week ago I was feeling so down as friends and family members got so busy preparing for Christmas, the day when everything is just nice and beautiful for Filipinos.

I was living Christmas vicariously through Facebook as I inhale all the parties and get-togethers that I cannot attend and participate in all because I am here. I was green with envy. Why am I here? That was the question I’ve been asking myself again and again.

But I know the answer. It is my own personal choice.

So when I learned that the Christian staff, which is about 10% of the total population of employees, in my workplace are organizing a party, I invited myself in.

I didn’t know how grand the occasion is for them. They said the party starts at 7 PM.

My jaw dropped open. I went there in my work clothes and saw everybody all dressed up. Like it was a prom or something. I was so used to seeing them in their uniforms but they all look totally different that night. Girls were in their best attires. Some even in their cocktail dresses. And others probably dropped by a salon. Their hair were made up and they were wearing make up! Guys were wearing suit, long sleeves or their favorite batik.

I felt so out of place. Had I known what the occasion entailed, I could have bought a nice dress and curled my hair.

But I am a girl and girls have superpowers. Never underestimate our power to transform. I can move heaven and earth just so I can wear something nice and feel like it’s Christmas. I have nothing nice to wear except for my LBD. But LBD always saves the day.

I asked the driver to bring me back to my room. I only have 10 minutes to prepare. And I made it. Oh yes, I am a real girl.

I have no idea how the program will go. It turned out to be like a church service with performances here and there.

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I was amazed. It was a well-organized event.

They asked me to light one of the candles, similar to Catholic’s advent candles I suppose.

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I also took part in the skit which I volunteered myself to join. I forgot my Indonesian lines and have to peer at my cheat sheet. I still got a warm round of applause afterwards. That’s major effort.

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And after hours of singing carols like Joy to the World and Silent Night in Indonesian version the party was over.

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The short fellowship that ensued with the staff and the picture-taking tickled my heart. I love parties. I love Christmas parties. At that moment, everything felt familiar. The love and joy and smiles and well-wishes.




That day really felt like Christmas.


Be a Hill-Seeker


A note to self.

I found this in one of the blogs that I discovered recently. Check out his posts here. They are nourishing.

And since I live in a hill now where life is teaching me new things, I just have to remind the self that the ascent might be tough now but eventually it will make the ride downhill all the more worthwhile.