Half baked batata, but still tastes as nice …

I remember being drawn to the magic of words since a very young age. I like reading books so much that I decided to try putting my hand on crafting my own stories – mostly kungfu saga with a heroine that more or less reflecting myself – and shared them among my family members. There were also on-and-off attempts to keep a journal, inspired by Anne Frank’s story of how she was immortalized as this young, free spirited girl under the Nazi regime oppression through entries of her diary. I said to myself, “If I want people to remember me, I want them to remember me for my words – a reflection of my thoughts, actions and way of life.”

Oh, and did I tell you that I’m also a lazy-ass so all those romantic goals fell flat in reality?

I started my first blog in 2004 (almost 10 years ago) on a Blogger platform as an avid writer trying to make an opinion on any turns of event in life. But as time progressed, life taught me some lessons, and sucked out the joy of fleshing out my thoughts in words; I adopted a livelihood of crafting words for corporations. My words became cold and rigid as I am constantly reminded to be mindful of the yellow lines given about what to and what not to share/write online. Whereas I have seen SO MUCH and it killed me – not being able to share my view on them. So that’s where my passion for writing left off.

Last year I learned that my first blog had gone (Blogger no longer supports it) along with some precious memories of my early encounters with a corporate career, tragedies, and life’s ups and downs as a young adult. I silently mourned that loss and moved on.

I started this second blog in 2006 in the hope of a fresh journey to move forward from my naïve perspective of the world. As the title said, I’m half baked – a work not yet done. I’m pretty good – not yet great. This place has become a venting zone for me and as I read through my old post, the articles were too much of rambling and mirrored my state of growing pains.

After a while, I have come to terms with this phase of growing up. I began to identify what ticks or drags me – yes, I admit it – I had struggled with a certain period of severe depression which often got me asking why haven’t I start seeking a professional help. I met some true friends in life and somehow foolishly discarded them in my darkest time of need – a decision I would forever regret.

Anyways, what’s done is done and one can only hope to move forward to a new chapter. Keeping this journal alive would not be the best way to do so. This blog has become like an old dress you will never wear again, but too dear to throw away because you wore on your first date or something. I will keep this blog out there so I can have a look whenever I miss it. After a while, the internet will swallow this part of memory as it did with my first youthful blog – and by that time, I would be more willing to let go.

Thank you for keeping up me on this journey, Half Baked. Let’s start a new page.

Adieu.

I have to say that I’m quite proud on what I achieved personally this year.

I started 2012 with a bit too much weight on me. Ah, who am I trying to kid, fine, I was FAT. Not the chubby cute kind of fat, but the FAT kind of fat. The kind of fat that one would put on when they use food for stress therapy, and it was not good at all.

But then my friends and I made a pact/bet on who lost the most weight by end of this year. We set up a somewhat realistic goal and I tried to make my plan. At first I tried dieting, I lost some but then they returned, then I tried to do some exercise, then more were gone, then I joined a gym membership and the numbers were getting smaller and smaller. All in all, I tried to stick to a plan and I did it!

But that’s not what I wanted to brag about. The lesson learned from this was: I finally developed another obsession: I’m starting to like exercising, especially: running. And you know what: I recently finished, yes FINISHED, a 10 km race! It was a major breakthrough for me!

So yeah, I can say that I’m very proud of myself. Although in the end my friends bailed out on me, I stuck to my plan and I achieved something better. I know that I can exercise regularly when I want to.

Now, let’s aim for that Halle Berry body by 2013.

Well, anything starts with a dream, right? :p

Found this, and oh it’s so true:

Lesson One:

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, “Can I also sit like you
And do nothing?”

The eagle answered: “Sure, why not?”

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a
Sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Management Lesson: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting
Very, very high up.

Lesson Two:

A turkey was chatting with a bull. “I would love to be able to get to
The top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, “but I haven’t got the energy.”

“Well, why don’t you nibble on some of my droppings?” replied the bull.”
They’re packed with nutrients.”

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him
Enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day he reached the second branch and, finally, after a fourth
Night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Management Lesson: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won’t keep
You there.

Lesson Three:

A little bird was flying south for the winter.

It was so cold; the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

There, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to
Realize how warm he was.

The dung was actually thawing him out!

He laid there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow
Dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Management Lesson:

(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.

(3) And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!

This ends the three minute management course.

From:
http://www.wildstylechef.com/words_of_wisdom.htm