tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55874952011-11-30T06:58:49.330+08:00I, C.E.O.The ramblings of a would-be, wannabe conqueror.Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-51049663702678818552008-12-03T07:36:00.003+08:002008-12-03T07:53:43.265+08:00Homo, RumpiAhh... so where was I before I was so rudely interrupted by life and the exigencies of living? Ah, yes, I was writing about how, being 41 years old and all, it was time now to take stock of the lessons learned from youth, and to carry the wisdom into my middle age. I had started off with sharing seven important and immutable realities I have come to recognize and accept as the Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-11669818295107089262007-10-10T14:43:00.000+08:002007-10-10T14:49:37.479+08:00Equilibrium: The Universal Ledger, Or The Cosmic Balancing ActIn my humble and inconsequential opinion, the most important part of Einstein’s famous equation, e = mc2, is not the cryptic set of figures on either side of the equal sign. The most important part of this equation is the equal sign itself.It’s a simple equation, stating that energy comes from some mixture of components. But in this Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-15894318205169294702007-10-02T08:46:00.000+08:002007-10-02T08:56:09.256+08:00Reduction: How To Swallow An ElephantIf something can be done, then it most likely can also be undone. That’s not necessarily bad, especially when you need to accomplish a task, and that task is overwhelmingly complex. The trick is to break it down into smaller component parts, then work on the individual pieces. The European colonial masterminds, during the age when Europeans were annexing Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-27030165095088651002007-09-06T17:54:00.000+08:002007-09-06T18:06:42.508+08:00Synergy: Faulty Addition, Or When The Sum Is Greater Than The Parts I used to watch the PBA at the height of the Crispa-Toyota rivalry, way back in the 70s and 80s, but with no real understanding of the game. It simply was fun to watch, and it was even more fun to pick a side and irritate the dickens out of those who picked the other side. Then Crispa and Toyota folded up, and that was the Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-63769374567166640252007-09-04T18:31:00.000+08:002007-09-04T18:35:36.881+08:00Evolution: The Art of Incremental DevelopmentI first became truly aware of and fascinated by the concept of evolution during my freshman year in college. One of the required subjects for students in my batch was NatSci 3, which I suppose was basic biology (I never paid attention to these petty administrative details). Our professor was a scrappy little woman who (although she was probably only Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-3671339264935461592007-09-04T10:38:00.000+08:002007-09-04T18:30:13.420+08:00Seven Life Lessons I Have LearnedI just turned 41. After thinking long and hard about it, I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am past my youth, and am at the doorstep leading into the next stage of my life. Hello mid-life, please welcome your newest member. I should have accepted this a year ago, but denial is such a sweet pill against reality.Frankly, I don't know why I’veAngelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-59691757002557108552007-08-14T15:03:00.000+08:002007-08-14T15:07:18.650+08:00Defining MomentsRecently a colleague at work asked me for some help. Her daughter was scheduled to take the admission exams at the universities she was considering. One of these universities was requiring her to write a short essay explaining how specific events in her life demonstrated her character, and my officemate asked me to coach and motivate the kid.That exercise got me thinking about Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-74220435357508016812007-06-25T09:30:00.000+08:002007-06-26T09:18:53.869+08:00Living By Design or Losing By DefaultBeing the CEO of a company means you have to have control over everything. Everything. Being the CEO of your own life requires pretty much the same thing. That’s where my problems begin. I’ve grown old wielding the philosophy that I only need to keep my focus on a handful of things. This is what keeps my life simple: I don’t sweat the little stuff. And forAngelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-90874326872169016602007-05-24T09:28:00.000+08:002007-05-24T18:21:30.983+08:00Why didn't I vote?Several years ago, I had the opportunity to work with a Brit named Mike, a rather geeky engineer who introduced me to South American music and an instrument called the xampodium. That was way back in 1994, and in one of our talks, we ended up discussing Philippine politics. One of the bits of wisdom I walked away with from that discussion was that "people who don't vote deserveAngelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-90690523126740088242007-05-22T17:17:00.000+08:002007-05-22T17:47:03.342+08:00Today, out in the field, I had another eureka moment. A minor one, but significant, nevertheless.I'm currently doing the copy for this major web rehash by one of the large local banks, and as I say in today's meeting, the project manager revealed one of life's beautiful secrets."Under-commit and over-deliver."The skies never parted. There were no glorious choirs of angels, no bright lights. Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-22539749972893944642007-04-26T18:17:00.000+08:002007-04-26T18:18:53.849+08:00man... i must have the most boring blog on the planet.Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-70781227941607893102007-02-19T21:40:00.000+08:002007-02-19T22:07:02.686+08:00"I must have traveled down a thousand roads.Been so many places, seen so many faces,Always on my way to somethin' new.Ohh, but it doesn't matter,'cause no matter where I go,Every road leads back,Every road just seems to lead me back to you."- Bette Midler, "Every Road Leads Back To You"So here I am again. I thought I'd forgotten all about this here thing that I'd started, what, ages ago! But likeAngelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1113378542299329592005-04-13T15:18:00.000+08:002005-04-13T15:49:02.300+08:00Epiphany No. 27Another EUREKA moment for me. A chatmate was insisting on her obviously warped view of love and relationship. I try to be as polite as possible, while pointing out how infantile her perspective was. All the time I'm thinking to myself, "you're over 30, with no stable relationship, and no prospects in site... and you're lecturing me on the fine points of love and relationship???"Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1113299419112380622005-04-12T17:47:00.000+08:002005-04-12T17:50:19.113+08:00A little story...There were two moths fluttering happily together. One of them saw a flame shining brightly in the distance."Let's go closer and have a look," said one of the moths, the boy."Are you sure?" asked the girl moth, "It looks dangerous.""I'm sure it will be fine," insisted the boy moth. And the two moths flapped closer to the brightly burning flame."Oh, how beautiful!" cried the littleAngelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1107822758231512572005-02-09T00:17:00.000+08:002005-02-08T08:32:38.230+08:00"I want a new drug..." -- Huey Lewis and the News
Caffeine just doesn't seem to do it for me anymore. I just finished up the last few shreds of that precious Italian coffee I lugged back all the way from Casirate, provinzia di Bergamo. That was marvelous coffee, what the experience of drinking coffee ought to be. Never mind that it was decaf. I will be hard-pressed to find anything from the Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1107769213745081962005-02-07T17:33:00.000+08:002005-02-07T17:40:13.746+08:00"I shall return!" - Gen. Douglas MacArthur
And so I have. Two years is a long time, especially by human standards. If I live to be eighty, two years would constitute 2 and a half percent of my entire life. The 700 or so days that constitute two years is time enough to make great things happen. I wish I could say that the reason I've not been able to keep my journals here up-to-date is becauseAngelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1061769643010278632003-08-25T08:00:00.000+08:002008-12-12T15:08:03.086+08:00The Interlude
Ah... it's been a while. I can say I've been buried beneath tons of work. I always say I'm buried beneath mountains of things that need doing. But, nah. There's always time for things. And there has always been time to log in and jot down some thoughts.
But, characteristic of me, I just find it easier putting off things I need to do. It must be a component of my death wish (pipe Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1059354239808265022003-07-28T09:03:00.000+08:002008-12-12T15:08:03.092+08:00At dawn on the day I turned 37, some soldiers stormed into the heart of the city's premiere business and commercial center. They holed up in the historic Hotel Inter-Continental and the prestigious Oakwood apartments, planted some bombs around the perimeter, and proceeded to lay siege in the area.
A coup d'etat on my birthday. Nice.
I can almost hear the people groaning and whining all across Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1059124182255380362003-07-25T17:09:00.000+08:002008-12-12T15:08:03.098+08:00Sometimes the CEO stumbles
The last couple of days have been terrible. I just can't seem to get anything right, or anything done. I almost always start the week (which for me is a Monday) on a high. I'm a man with a plan, and nothing's gonna stop me from fulfilling my dreams. Then before I know it, it's the middle of the week, and nothing has budged.
Then everyone starts getting in my face. My Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1058909095262947292003-07-23T05:24:00.000+08:002008-12-12T15:08:03.106+08:00Having this blog to maintain has added yet another layer of pressure and expectation to my already convoluted life. It's interesting, though, because I occassionally catch myself thinking, "hmmm... this will be good to write about," whenever I encounter a character-building situation.
Speaking of character-building situations
I used to spend a lot of time listening to Jim Rohn personal Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1058569842165598352003-07-19T07:10:00.000+08:002008-12-12T15:08:03.114+08:00Breakfast
Had myself a quick breakfast yesterday morning at McDonald's San Fernando. I found myself pleasantly distracted by a dozen or so men at a nearby table. They were rough -- the kind of characters you'd expect to see gathered together in a mining camp at sundown, sharing a jug of moonshine. Not exactly the kind of crowd I'd been accustomed to expect at a "civilized" fastfood joint.
Oh, Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5587495.post-1058421548030887412003-07-17T13:59:00.000+08:002008-12-12T15:08:03.120+08:00I used to believe I was born too late.
I yearn for the days when conquistadores and explorers walked the earth, and discovered new worlds, and experienced things they never imagined possible. I imagine I would have been one of those intrepid young fools who left everything and set sail to new lands, with nothing more than the promise of riches and fame. Then, I'd sigh and tell myself, "Ah, well,Angelohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12515779029654721716noreply@blogger.com0