Two Nerds on a Saturday

A friend of mine  (Grace) and I had talked about going on a walking tour around Oak Park today.  It is a village with a vast selection of points of interest like Frank Lloyd Wright home and studio and his Unity Temple, Ernest Hemingway homes and museum, Edgar Rice Borroughs home to name a few. Earlier in the week, the weather forecast was looking bleak for today with scattered thunderstorms and possible downpour of hail OR it could be just sunny with a high of 87F.  I am not a big fan of heat, let alone to be walking around in it.  I would like to think that the the plans for Oak Park had been thwarted because of unavoidable weather related concerns (and laziness). So where do nerds go on a nice Saturday afternoon? My buddy and I ended up hanging out at the local library where we enjoyed the constant chilled air that is blasting from the vents directly overhead.  By the time we were done doing our nerdy tasks, my stomach started feeling a wee eleven o’clockish.

We left at around half past noon for lunch and boy oh boy did I enjoy what I had.  we went to the local CPK (California Pizza Kitchen) at the commons and I ordered me some nice and juicy ribeye that came with some rocket salad and some finger taters. I don’t care what one would say about what I am going to say but..  the fat on a ribeye steak tastes like heaven to me!! I closed my eyes on every bite of that meat as I savored the taste of good ol’ fat!! While we still on the subject of food starting next weekend, Grace and I would start exploring places that had been featured in Guy Fieri’s Triple D’s. I am excited about that so I can’t wait!


Ponderings into the night….

As I get older, the days become shorter and the list of the things you want to do gets longer. People’s patience towards me becomes limited while I try my best to be the opposite. Then I woke up one day and wondered if this continuous cycle called life would ever have meaning. Would it all be worth anything in the end? Do we sleep to wake up or do we wake up so we can sleep? Maybe everything in this post is just pointless, or maybe there are some truths that it can be useful. Do we live for the moment or do we take a moment to live? So many questions, so little time.

In search of calmness


Would be nice if you could bottle this alongside common sense

Bottle of Patience with the side of optimism.

I found another medium to help alleviate work related stress and anxiety. I found myself drawing while I was on a call today at work. Didn’t really thought that I could draw until i just started doodling and this is what I came up with.  I think that is just apt that I name this bottle patience because this is something that cannot be bought. It is something that you are blessed with, and maybe if all mankind has the right amount of patience then the world would probably be less chaotic. I am still the optimist.

De-stress yourself


I work in a call center and a lot of people think that sitting down on your rump all day is easy work and there’s no reason why I should be stressing about it.  I go through the wringer everyday just to make sure that I please that person on the other end of my phone line while at the same time making sure I hit my goal metrics by executing  different mandated bullet points in the process. It is all about balancing the numbers they say, do not overthink it they say…. It is the nature of the beast unfortunately, it is about either you sink or swim.  I intend to swim as far as my will  and patience is able to take me

I have been trying to find ways to ease my stress level for quite some time now because of work.  The last straw was when I found myself standing fifty feet away from the door of my job, I felt like Aladdin all of a sudden. You know that scene where he is about to go in the cave of wonders…. I knew then that I needed to see a doctor, which I did and she gave me my happy pills and it helped “taking off the edge a bit” as how she puts it.  It is funny (it is actually not..) how that probably half of the people in my team  including myself are on happy pills. In an effort to find ways to De-stress, I started seeing them doing adult coloring books at their desks.

That night I did went to Barnes and Nobles to pick up adult coloring books and gel pens from the craft store.  I somehow found it to be rewarding in some ways but then again I don’t know if it stresses me up more because I cant decide on what color to use next (facepalm).

Cocktail needed ASAP

I have never felt so excited about my weekends and how I was going to spend it. I have just done a 7 day stretch at work and it kind of reminded me why I have avoided shift swaps, heck I dont even390061_176146215819625_100002727431949_222260_1587731655_n swap shifts with myself. I swapped schedules with one of the  guys I went to training with, only because he is a nice dude and he said that he is celebrating his anniversary with his wife. I am not complaining and I was happy to do it but that would be the first and last time im going to do it. I remember reading that taking days off or going on vacation prolongs your life because it reduces stressors that can contribute to coronary heart disease. It’s kind of doing a reboot on your whole body including your mind.  Nearing the end of that long stretch was that feeling reminiscent of when I had to write a 14 page essay paper for my greek mythology class. It took me three days sitting in front of my computer trying to squeeze out material out of whatever my lazy bum can come up with when I did  research about my topic.  And also I have never experienced school detention but in my mind I was thinking that this is probably how it felt like.  I was happy that I did it because I know I have made somebody happy but at the same token the next time somebody asks, I dont think I’m going to have an issue saying no.


At the end of the day, there are somethings you just can’t help but talk about.
Some things, we just don’t want to hear. And some things we say because we can’t
be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say. They’re what you do.
Some things you say because there’s no other choice. Some things, you keep to
yourself. And not too often, but every now and then… some things simply speak for