For my Leadership class a few semesters ago, we were asked to share our own "A-ha!" moments. I shared mine as the time when I went to a fastfood with my older sister and my then-four-year-old nephew. The fastfood offered bottomless drinks.
I ordered just one glass for the three of us.
We were eating and my nephew, who just started to learn to read, read out loud "Please do not share your drinks." He turned to my sister and exclaimed, "Mom! Why are we sharing?"
And I stopped and thought how we don't think sometimes and not realize how we influence others.
Since I helped facilitate the mini camp a few months ago for kids aged 12 to 14, I have to be a bit more cautious about the way I act. They follow me on Twitter and in Facebook. So I have to remember that I'm not just dealing with people my age.
Wow, where did I get this sense of maturity? Haha.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Story of My Life
My friends introduced me to one of their eligible friends. (It's kinda funny to use that adjective).
This was the night after Guy #1 (the guy I've been writing about for the past posts) got drunk during the event and said thinks that I found unfair.
So let's call this "eligible" guy as Guy #2. He's eight years older and unfortunately shorter than me. But since we had dinner as a group (with my married friends) the conversation was fun, interesting and even intelligent (I was surrounded by Harvard graduates).
It turns out he knows my brother in law. Small world isn't it.
I honestly don't mind getting to know him more. He added me in Facebook that very night during dinner. But he didn't ask for my number.
Guess he's just not that into me.
It's just how it goes for me. There's a guy who likes me (Guy #1) and then I find Guy #2 interesting but he's not interested. I couldn't help but thank why can't Guy #2 see what Guy #1 sees in me.
Of course we just can't have it all.
I'll just be patient till I find the one I'll like and likes me back.
This was the night after Guy #1 (the guy I've been writing about for the past posts) got drunk during the event and said thinks that I found unfair.
So let's call this "eligible" guy as Guy #2. He's eight years older and unfortunately shorter than me. But since we had dinner as a group (with my married friends) the conversation was fun, interesting and even intelligent (I was surrounded by Harvard graduates).
It turns out he knows my brother in law. Small world isn't it.
I honestly don't mind getting to know him more. He added me in Facebook that very night during dinner. But he didn't ask for my number.
Guess he's just not that into me.
It's just how it goes for me. There's a guy who likes me (Guy #1) and then I find Guy #2 interesting but he's not interested. I couldn't help but thank why can't Guy #2 see what Guy #1 sees in me.
Of course we just can't have it all.
I'll just be patient till I find the one I'll like and likes me back.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Playing with Emotions
I hate it when people make me feel guilty.
Last night, I saw the guy I've been writing about in my past few entries. We attended the same event. Somehow I knew something was wrong before the event because he didn't bother asking me what time I was going, etc. This assumption was made based on his track record for the past weeks.
He showed up late and I waved at him just like I would any other friend. He sat beside me several times, but I acted nonchalantly. I was there to be around a lot of friends. I didn't want him to stick too close (I guess my walls were up).
Somehow later that night he got a bit drunk. He sat down beside me and was edging his chair too close. He was pouring himself a drink and that was proof that he was a bit drnk because it was splashing a bit, some on me.
I'm sure my body language was obvious that I was leaning away from him.
He started saying things like "I'm glad you're here," and "Even if you don't mind my messages (via Blackberry) -- even if it hurts, it's okay -- as long as you read them."
I didn't want to respond, it just wasn't the right time. Luckily there was a diversion that allowed me to stand up and walk away.
I don't want to hurt him, but I was left with no choice. He's been moving too fast and the situation was forcing me to make a decision. I couldn't see why we couldn't just be friends first. He didn't have to smother me with calls, messages and visits. I didn't even get the chance to get to know him much because there was already the pretense that he was interested in me. It started that I was confused and didn't know. But after last night, I guess my instincts were already saying "no".
Then still talking about guilt. My employee has been on leave for weeks now. Originally she said she would be back by third week July. She moved it to beginning of August. I texted her July 31. She said just not yet.
She finally texted yesterday saying she can come back next week. Lucky for her I didn't find someone else yet. I didn't respond to her text yesterday yet. I replied this morning with a simple "ok". Then she replied with thanks and said she worried I didn't want her to come back na.
Why do people have to say things that have to make people feel guilty when I didn't do anything wrong? If I did something wrong to you then fine, put on a layer of sarcasm or something. But not when it was you who didn't do things right.
Last night, I saw the guy I've been writing about in my past few entries. We attended the same event. Somehow I knew something was wrong before the event because he didn't bother asking me what time I was going, etc. This assumption was made based on his track record for the past weeks.
He showed up late and I waved at him just like I would any other friend. He sat beside me several times, but I acted nonchalantly. I was there to be around a lot of friends. I didn't want him to stick too close (I guess my walls were up).
Somehow later that night he got a bit drunk. He sat down beside me and was edging his chair too close. He was pouring himself a drink and that was proof that he was a bit drnk because it was splashing a bit, some on me.
I'm sure my body language was obvious that I was leaning away from him.
He started saying things like "I'm glad you're here," and "Even if you don't mind my messages (via Blackberry) -- even if it hurts, it's okay -- as long as you read them."
I didn't want to respond, it just wasn't the right time. Luckily there was a diversion that allowed me to stand up and walk away.
I don't want to hurt him, but I was left with no choice. He's been moving too fast and the situation was forcing me to make a decision. I couldn't see why we couldn't just be friends first. He didn't have to smother me with calls, messages and visits. I didn't even get the chance to get to know him much because there was already the pretense that he was interested in me. It started that I was confused and didn't know. But after last night, I guess my instincts were already saying "no".
Then still talking about guilt. My employee has been on leave for weeks now. Originally she said she would be back by third week July. She moved it to beginning of August. I texted her July 31. She said just not yet.
She finally texted yesterday saying she can come back next week. Lucky for her I didn't find someone else yet. I didn't respond to her text yesterday yet. I replied this morning with a simple "ok". Then she replied with thanks and said she worried I didn't want her to come back na.
Why do people have to say things that have to make people feel guilty when I didn't do anything wrong? If I did something wrong to you then fine, put on a layer of sarcasm or something. But not when it was you who didn't do things right.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Scared yet excited!
I'm gonna start a new business (that's still related to my existing one). It's the first risk I'm taking since four years ago when I put up my business. The capital isn't as big, so the stakes aren't so high. But my hopes for this is great. So I really hope I'm not over-shooting. If it works it, it has the potential to be big. Not so big, but big enough. I really hope it works out and everything pays off!
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