Confessions of a Facebook Addict

Hi. My name is 7.11 and I am (afraid I'm about to become) a Facebook addict.

I'm glued to my phone's 4-inch retina display and it’s not making me (and the hubby) happy. It’s freaky, if you come to think of it: me checking FB by the hour (sometimes by the half-an-hour), poking, lingering, scrolling down, refreshing, refreshing, refreshing.

What's freakier still is, I'm not even enjoying it as there's practically nothing about Facebook that feels exciting anymore. The feed is boringly predictable; everyone pretty much sticks to his posting themes and patterns. And yet. I would check my Facebook feed with the clockwork routine of a prison sentinel, making sure that no status update has gone past the radar.

The menacing habit of regularly checking on Facebook has grown into some sort of a weird psycho-physiological reflex:

traffic slowing down, check Facebook; food/friend/my turn taking 1-minute long, check Facebook; stuck in a paragraph I can’t quite get right, check Facebook; zoning out in a humdrum meeting, check Facebook; book getting nauseous or boring, check Facebook; webpage taking 30-second long to upload, check Facebook. Any lull is practically an invitation to check Facebook.

All this is making me want to puke at myself.

It also makes me want to puke at some people on Facebook.

It’s really not their fault, this nausea I get when I scroll down my news feed. It's me and my occasional hyper-sensitivity to (what feels to me as) tasteless status updates, the (downright or humble-) bragging, pontificating, intellectualizing, or complaining.

I really shouldn't have a problem or a care with other people's updates especially if I’m not even the object/subject, but somehow I get affected. And I catch myself every so often treading the path of the judgmental and the scrooge. The scrooge is when I simply just refuse (in my head only of course) to indulge some people with their need to be admired and seen in a particular way. I mean, how hard can that be? It's a natural human need and I for one crave these, too. It's all funny, if you really think about it. And yet.

To me, this only means one thing: I've lost my so-called sense of humor. You see that a lot in cranky, unhappy, sanctimonious old people (old being a matter of state of mind).

At 35, there are only a few other things that scare me more. And the longer I linger on Facebook, the harder I get taunted by this scary realization: I'm losing that underrated life survival skill.

People say Facebook isn’t real life. I don't totally agree. If you are on it, Facebook is a real sphere in your life the same way that your job is. Facebook takes up space and energy in your real world. There is no distinction in terms of real-ness between the experiences and roller coaster emotions you get from Facebook and the ones you get from 'physical' social interactions.

For addicts, Facebook can easily become a negative space and energy in our lives. Facebook puts us in the middle of fifty conversations at any given time. That can really fuck up the psyche.

And unless you're not just an addict but a masochist as well, then by all means stay on Facebook and enjoy the feast. But if you care for your sense of equilibrium, calm and youth, my suggestion is we run away, even for just a short time while we try to regain our sense of humor back.

Not Really A Food Review

A not-a-proper-food-critic’s thoughts on Wildflour Café + Bakery*:

•    WCB is obviously aiming for that LA breakfast eatery feel, and to
some extent it succeeded.  The interiors hit the mark {very pretty and
not in any way intimidating}, but the overall vibe doesn’t quite make
it. The hallmarks of bakery and café were missing: the inviting coffee
aroma and the delicious smell of freshly baked bread wafting softly
through the air.





•    The food is unabashedly decadent, with no remorse for the jammed up

cholesterol and calories.  We ordered poached eggs on toast with

mushrooms and croque madame. They looked really tempting, and tasted
good, though you have to understand that in my book, any eggy and

hammy dish is good and satisfying. But of course coming to this place

{where the prices of the brunch items hover at P350-450}, I expected
to be more than satisfied {because I can always do satisfied at home}.
I wanted to be totally blown away.




•    It didn’t happen. There was no bomb. It felt as if our food heavily
relied on the butter to deliver the yum.  In my humble opinion, our food should have
been served with fresh baby greens on the side, to neutralize the
richness of the butter and cheese. Along this line, I think there is a
dearth of resto in the city offering a variety of decent fresh, leafy
salads. I could definitely be wrong; my exploits have been far from
exhaustive.

•    I’m a coffee person but for the sake of novelty and my love for
anything hazelnut flavored, I tried the nutella choco drink.  It’s
very likeable, but you have to drink it while it’s warm and delicate.
The problem is, you tend to savor it quite slowly {coz there’s only
so much sweetness you can take, just like with people}.  And just
before you have finished half, the drink has become room-temp already.
Perhaps these kinds of drinks should be served on some quirky drink
warmers and stuff?  Or can using a warmer make the drink look like a
fondue sauce, or is that weird?



•    The coffee was good and reasonably priced. In my book, that’s a winner.



•    Will I come back to this place again? Sure. But it’s not going to be
something like can’t-wait-for-the day-I’ll-be-able-to-come-back. And
it’s definitely not a spur of the moment breakfast place, like
McDonald’s is to us {it’s my happy breakfast place}.  No, places like
this are sort of a pilgrimage.  But not the sort of pilgrimage that I would
make like if I were to go back to that unassuming joint in Barangay
Uno in Laoag where I had my first taste of the glorious papaitan at 5
am from an all-nighter. Oh how that humble dish left an
imprint on my soul!

•    Still, thank you, WCB. You are awesome for trying.




*Post brought to you by Carol, who asked for my food review.

the thoughts swimming in my head lately

I want to tell you about these things:

Our Christmas 2012/New Year’s 2013
It has been deliberately low-key, and I liked it.  A big part of the low-keyness was for convenience:

The Christmas Tree – instead of our old, bulky, dust-gathering tree, our tree was a real tree, er shrub.  My principled self’s reason for using it is I wanted to bring in a new, more meaningful Christmas symbol that is the Jesse Tree. My practical self’s is it didn’t take up valuable space in our tiny unit.

Gifts – I convinced my colleagues to do away with our gift giving (which was starting to feel obligatory) and have instead a ‘shared experience’. We toyed with doing the rounds at the homes for the aged, but we lacked the energy. So we settled for the easiest to pull off: an eat-all-you-can fest.  For their kids, the idea was to give experiential gifts, so I gave tickets to a museum.  Gift buying was generally a breeze.

13 round fruits – totally abandoned the round fruits, with the permission of my mother who is the family’s NY tradition keeper.  My principled self invoked Roman 8:28 (“And we know that all things work together for the good of those who love Him.” ). My practical self just didn’t want the hassle of collecting the lucky 13 fruits which, according to my mother’s handbook should include a twin-head pineapple for improved luck.  And do I have to tell you how the prices of fruits go wild leading to new year’s?

The media noche – we didn’t bother finding out what are supposed to be the lucky aoohdfnd not-lucky food; we just prepared what was easy to prepare and what we actually wanted to eat.   I didn’t feel harried and there were no obscene quantities of leftovers.

Some people might say that not making the effort to make the holidays a wee bit more special is so un-mother.  We’re supposed to make Christmas extra special for kids.  I hope my kids don’t feel that, and if they do, I hope they forgive me.  But more important, I hope my kids don’t feel like they have to wait for Christmas to feel our family’s togetherness and love.  I hope they don’t need Christmas for the feel good moments because, well, if so, isn’t that tragic?

Matthew 6:33
This is what I said would be my verse for 2013, seeking God above all else.
I used to make long list of New Year resolutions, but most of these resolutions don’t cross over to the list of accomplishments.  So the list feels stale, with all the recycling it went through. I said maybe I need to change approaching things. Maybe it’s time I recognize there’s more to will and motivation when it comes to changing yourself, or anything for that matter.

God’s grace.

And then this verse just presented itself during a conversation with colleagues.  It spoke to me, and I’m claiming it.

But what does it mean to seek God, I’m not even sure.  I want to operationalize God-seeking in my life, not only during Sundays when I’m psyched up for depth and soul connecting.  How do you seek God in the context of the day-to-day and the mundane, because this is where my challenge lies?

I want my life to be a manifestation of my God-seeking.  I want my family life, my relationships, my work, my credit card bills, my driving, to be an expression of my deep yearning for God. (note to self: for starters, how about resisting that urge to honk hoping it will make the other driver feel guilty about cutting you?)

By God’s grace.

The Man in the Arena
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,

because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly . . ."

This is from Teddy Roosevelt’s speech “Citizenship in a Republic”.  It’s a long one, but if you care for speeches that don’t BS, that take a clear stand about certain beliefs, avoid platitudes and ambiguities, then this is a good read.

Sometimes I’d like to daydream about the things I would be doing if money was no object.  What would be my arena?

I think I used to be passionate about certain things at work, but somehow along the way I started feeling jaded.  And that’s something I promised myself I wouldn’t to turn out to be.   I like to think about myself as having that fire, the drive to do and produce something meaningful at work.  I don’t know about you but work plays a big role in my self-definition.  

I pray for passion for things that matter, for spunk and stamina, for kindness and understanding for people who don’t seem to get it, for forgiveness for myself for unmet expectations, forthe wisdom to know meaningful passion from vanity, for useful skills.   And when I have indeed done the things I dreamed of doing, I pray for the grace to proclaim, I did it only by God’s Grace.

These are the things that swam in my head reading the speech.  Be careful indeed what you read.

Mommy guilt

What's not so good about being a mother is realizing you're not the mother you wish you could be.

I saw the teacher's note in my son's diary about how he he failed to submit 3 homeworks. Meanwhile, my other son failed yet again to submit his HELE project on time. I realized just then how unmindful I have become about my sons' schoolwork. I haven't been giving them enough supervision and attention. In short, I got so lazy.

When I get home, I feel so spent I just want to cuddle with the baby and listen to funny stories from the boys. I want the warm and fuzzy side of parenting but I couldn't be bothered with the messy stuff such as homework.

There's no excuse for this. I'm a working mom but my work is not so much the demanding type. I could come to work much earlier than my usual and come home earlier so I would still have the energy for the messy stuff. But there's really something about weekday mornings that make me want to stay glued to bed. So. Be late for work = get home late = not enough time and energy to spend with the boys.

How you start your day can really become a dealbreaker (if you can call it that for mom-kid relationship)

But I digress.

What I'm saying is I'm shortchanging the boys. I'm not trying hard enough. I'm being irresponsible, making poor choices, like on how to spend my time. and money (that's another layer of guilt. will tackle that separately).

I get fascinated by the super efficient moms who seem to have enough time and energy for everything - work, home, kids, business. They seem to tackle everything excellenty while I settle for so-so.

I guess I need a serious reformatting. An upgrade would be even better. But hoping for these things and confessing my guilt are not going to make me a better mom.

So why don't I start with the waking up early. Yes?

Us

My biggest dream come true.

a slice of life

Thanks Venice for the photos!

Zaki said

 5 Days In  Singapore written by someone who was in Singapore

          Singapore is a great country. It  is very small, but it is one of the richest and successful countries in the world. I have never acknowledged that fact my whole life until I went there. So I dedicate this essay, reaction, formal theme, or whatever you may describe it, to show you my journey in Singapore.

       On the day that we were to fly to Singapore, I woke up very early. Part of it was I was excited, but mostly because someone left the lights on. I woke up my brothers because I thought we should be awake since most of our flights are early. But then I discovered we had to wait for three more hours until the flight. So one of my brothers groaned, while the happy one (optimistic, my parents say) said it’s okay since  he’s not sleepy anymore. So I put up with my brothers for three hours and eventually my parents woke up. And so did my grandmothers. So we prepared, waited at the airport, then finally flew with Jet star™

       When we arrived at Singapore, we were greeted by our teachers who were waiting for us and our other classmates. When all of our classmates were together, we took a bus to our hotel.

       During the drive to our hotel, I was amazed. The streets which I thought had little or no trees, since I heard that Singapore has no natural resources, were full of them. There were no signs of traffic (I don’t really know how other countries’ traffic are, since it’s most of the time heavy traffic.). And, their taxis were colorful and were different types. There was even a celerio taxi! I was also mystified that the beach is so near to the city.     And we took pictures.

        I didn’t write much about what happened when we checked in the hotel because we didn’t do much in the hotel. Anyway, it was the second day of our stay in singapore and the day of the CMA competition. It was held in Republic Polytechnic. And when I saw the school, I didn’t  think it was a school. It looked like some fancy business headquarters. But this was it my mom said. “They invest a lot in education.”

    Before the competition, we were led to a big hall where we were supposed to relax by sitting down and watching Mr.Bean reruns using a projector. Then it was time for the real competition. The competition was very hard, not really that the questions were hard, it was because of the time limit. But all that hard work paid off: I got two silver wards, a nook touch, 1000 pesos from my grandma, and the best of them all, two donuts: one glazed, and one chocolate.

    The third day was one of the best days. It was when we went to Universal Studios ™.  We had a really fun time. One of the first rides we went to was Transformers: The Ride. We had to wait for our turn but they kept us entertained with waiting rooms that looked like NEST HQ. When we rode it, WOW! It was great. It actually felt like we were being chased, getting wet or getting eaten by Devastator. We also went to other rides, like Shrek 4D Adventure and canopy ride. But one of the best rides was  The Galactica Rollercoaster. There were two types of it: The Human and The Cylon. We tried the Human and didn’t vomit, and after several excuses that my bladder will explode, we rode the Cylon.

      After we visited Universal Studios, we ate. We found a KFC restaurant and ate there because we had a very strong craving for rice after three days living on bread, noodles and paella. Sadly , they had no rice. But on the bright side, they had chicken which is a whole lot better than bread, noodles and paella.

       Still on the third day, after Universal Studios and eating in KFC with no rice, It was time for the night safari. It was very dark, the whole place was lit with torches, and it smelled like… animal. We waited in a line to watch the creatures of the night. We sat on small chairs in a position similar to a stadium, then when everybody was settled down, the show started. The first part of the show was an introduction by the animate tamer not to feed the animals. Then after that he said “Do not use flash photography” in four languages. Then there was a showcase  of the different creatures of the night. After that things got out of hand (or so I thought) and a snake got out of his cage. It quickly slithered to people and their bags as they screamed in horror. But it soon got controlled and was turned to part of the show. Then after that we took the night tram, where we rode in a safari tram while the guide gave us info about the many animals we saw.

     After that, we used an MRT to travel back to the hotel, except that we took the wrong train and we were stuck in a station. But in our time of need, someone came to save us. An Indian guy who was working in the Customer Service helped us by finding taxis for us and letting my mom dad grandma and brothers rest in his  resting place. We will never forget him (I hope.).

After sleeping at 2 am and waking up at 7 am, on our fourth day in singapore we went to Marina Bay Sands(which is a tower, not a beach). We went up the fifty seventh floor to, of all things, take pictures. We exited the building and went to the mall to shop. Then we ate lunch, which was finally with rice. After eating, we shopped some more. After that it was our last day in Singapore so we packed our stuff, went to the airport, and flew back to the Philippines. 

    It feels kind of weird now to look at streets with little trees and lots of traffic

   But at least I can eat rice again and had a great experience in Singapore.