Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts

Who...



One does not live alone, one's work affects another.


There are many types of “who” we used in our everyday conversations with ourselves and with others. Be careful in using this who as they form personalities of their own. Below is a list of those I'm so familiar of.

Who is ...
The game-show-contestant's who. A type of who which if followed by a correct answer advances one to the height of pride as it marks the range of his adventures in knowledge hunting beyond answering the “Who is your father?” question. The range includes facts like who is the first person to walk on the moon, fiction like who is Harry Potter's best friend, gossips like who is your playboy neighbor's current victim, and wild guesses like who is the president of Antarctica. Imagine the pride of answering these questions. But imagine also the effect it might bring especially if it is a gossip.

Who am ...
The I-factor's who. A rustic expression of introverted confusion, rather amicable to those with a built-in identity crisis. This type is good if taken lightly as it forms part of managing measurements but pushes one down to nothingness if kept being dug from personal to scientific, philosophical and even spiritual realms. So I had discussed it that lightly to avoid culturing confusion. Done.

Who will...
The non-involve's who. This is the who which wishes everyone else to do the job but automatically exempts himself. The sad fact about this who is its mostly heard from parasites who just wait for others to do group assignments and share with them the gains. Occasionally this is a type of who individuals are also supported by martyrs who has a philosophy “If I won't do it, who will?” and they form a parasite-host relationship. Who likes parasites? Re-phrase... who likes hookworms in their intestines? Yuck!

Who cares...
The bully's who. An aggressive who against the unkindness of others probably for freak show, fun or profit. But listen, the one who uses this is unknowingly bitten back by his self-made question. By asking it, doesn't he sound unkind too? Ear shot to the bullies! Enough, as I might become one if I discuss more on this.

Who done...
The blamer's who. The pointing finger type of who towards people whom the speaker thought have done a crime-like action. Very familiar to crime novel fans (whodunit). An example is: Who made the prices of the basic commodity rise again? The vendors will point to the unreasonable transport fare. The drivers will point to the Pinoy Gas Brothers who has been monopolizing the Philippine oil economy or the whole economy in the past two decades. But the Gas Brothers will again point to the crude oil price hike in the Middle East due to the US-Iraq forever-until-US-gets-all-the-oil tension. Before the US will blame China for sucking much of the world's oil due to its extra large population, I will stop this cycle of blame. I don't know China, I don't know US, I don't know Shell, Petron or Caltex, so I am not also sure if the sentences above are true but they have crowded the news ever since I started to read newspaper and watch TV. And I don't like the cycle of pointing fingers as they end up pointless. I am guilty of using this occasionally, with remorse of course.

Who else...
The nice guy's who. The who which at its best is followed by “.... are out there?” Here's a story about "who else" I like to share.

I am facing a crowd of people and monsters. I noticed an angry-looking young boy with short brown hair in a wizard costume casting ice and lightning spells alternately against a running red tree trunk. He kept on dying and resurrecting back to where he started, and runs again to where he had been casting spells and dies again. He wondered how not to get killed. He noticed the rest of the crowd. They fight in groups of twos or threes against monsters and they don't die that soon. He realizes that the groups have the usual combination of powerful spells casting yet physically weak mages and non-combatant yet high vitality, self healing acolytes. They shared energy, they leveled-up together. It was fun to look at their happy emoticons popping out after they killed monsters larger than just a running red tree trunk. That boy just knew the wisest thing to do then.

I tell you that this story is true, and that the crowd of people and monsters with a lonesome boy is what exactly I saw, and that brown-haired boy was my Ragnarok character I am facing through the desktop screen. In real life despite how many times I leveled-up, I remained a novice in life, simply because I seldom try to participate as part of a group, I either leave my groups or work as in one-man group. How could that be a group, Oh, forget word play. How could be working alone be satisfying? Anyway its only after playing Ragnarok, what a shame at age of 20+, that I have realize the need to share energies. I like who else as in “who else are out there,” weather it means “who else can help us” or “who else can we benefit” or “who else are affected by what we are doing,” it is a sign that we recognize the presence of other people.

What type of who person are you? Be careful with the “who personality” evolving in you. Remember, you are not living alone, and that your work and worth affects another.

This post is first of a 7-part ellipsis series.

About Lag, Log and Hulag


Who lagged in the blogosphere?
Who cared not reading beyond this line?
Who expected 2020 is best to start blogging?
Who made finding a niche as lifetime consideration?
Who dug deep on writing, and put off posting till tomorrow?
Who fell intimidated of other's page ranks, subscribers and links?
Who wished to monetize but remained wishing realizing its difficulty?



Who lagged in the real world?
Who neglects to mine his potential?
Who wavers to attempt commencing work?
Who targets to no direction and terminates early?
Who perpetually damages his capacity to persevere?
Who puts the labor fire off and start a life burning activity?
Who sleeps work yet form grave nightmares of what future brings?


If you do, adjust your phase.
If you lag, fire up now and move!
Listen to your mental desires promptly.
Boost your ego by steering yourself to progress.
You know living off-life, online or off-line is not living at all.
Still frozen? Try wheeling with Wangbu at hulag.blogspot.com
He attempts to shift his lagging attitude to logarithmic proportions.

What's this?
hulag is a Hiligaynon verb equivalent to the Tagalog galaw or the English move, especially to definitions 1. To initiate action, 2. To set or maintain in motion, 3. To change in position from one place to another, 4. To change posture or position, 5. To make progress or advancing. “Hulag!” is the self-command of Wangbu, the author who is a procrastinator. But hulag can be a call to anyone unmotivated or rather kinetically-challenged to start to move and keep moving.

What for?
The value of motivation as the act or process of stimulating to action entails the presence, awareness and compression of it prior to any action. A corollary is that all those living and the rest of verb+ing proceeds after motivation of whatever matters.
This blog accepts unmotivation as disabling as allergy and asthma, ADHD and autism, blindness and deafness, cerebral palsy and Down syndrome, diabetes or hypertension, kleptomania (but not kleptocracy) and erotomania, phobia and schizophrenia, or the whole list one can associate with the wheelchair. As a disability, it often intersects one’s ambitions and life pursuits, it sickens human interaction, it is sabotage to some people’s way of viewing themselves, oftentimes the blame to near a hundred of things one just can not do. But a disability can be cured in more than just a hundred and one translation of “cure” the creative solutions the Disability Blog Carnival members have thought of. Wangbu, the author of hulag and a self-rehabilitating procrastinator himself, utilizes motivation as an optimistic answer (a cure in a sense) to procrastination (unmotivation in a wider range). He specifically exploits the self help approach on motivation. As he views procrastination as a wheelchair to be pushed, it is like wheeling your own wheelchair - thus went the invitational line above: wheeling with Wangbu.

What now?
This weblog pertains to motivation in broad-spectrum although the author has a personal advocacy on the art of killing procrastination. Cases of unmotivation not in line with procrastination might be discussed here. The categories that were painstakingly selected focus on diverse aspects of personal development one have to realize, reflect, and reinforce prior to acting. These were favored by the author who got frustrated connecting the motivation theories factual life and World Wide Web offers.

Managing Measurements
Outsourcing Opinions
Tolerating Taboos
Investing Imagination
Verifying Values
Achieving Action
Tackling Terrorism
Improving Interaction
Occupying Opportunity
Navigating Nature

What then?
Everyone, technophiliac or not, is invited to visit this site for self motivation or sharing of opinions or for the leisure of reading. Although this is not make money online blog, those who answered yes to the introductory questions above may find a rescue to their problem by reading hulag. But in advance the author warns that despite the obsessive-compulsive arrangement of hulag, it is still a personal blog and must be taken lightly. And although some facts are written by a medical student, it's far from being a medical resource at all. Anyhow readers are welcomed to suggest topics down there the comment section or at the Guest Book page. Some what if's on this blog might be clarified by e-mailing to the addresses provided at the side bar.
A worthwhile wheeling with you!!!

Wangbu the Pro-Blogger


Trigger:
Wangbu
, 26, M, Iloilo City, self-preoccupied, Procrastinating Blogger



Subjective Hystery of Present Illness:
2 months prior to blogging, to which his cell phone calendar is still fixed, Wangbu discovered that web logs exist and swore he is going to have one. He set back the date each day to provide himself extended moments to come across whatever that life bit of high cause which will quake him out of idleness and motivate him to put in writing. To rush was not his game for deadlines seemed not rational excuses for well calculated lifetime considerations. He contemplated then. But he swiped the blame to December whose punctual cold breeze set a meeting with tardy rains of June sponsoring long hours of sleep and uselessness...
Until few hours prior to blogging, nothing was exactly accomplished. However, his wishes and the setbacks that dumped in burst into bloggable volumes that on the hour of blogging he stroke the keyboard about one thing he is concerned most...

Past Elliptic Episodes
He had a costly degree in worthless living and developed expertise in doing-nothing-at-all. Certainly he had no place in life. However, at one time he was brought to the ICU after a vehicular accident he still survived because he also procrastinates to die. His main obsession was writing about himself time after time... none of which was finished...
April 2000 ...You lie supine on the upper board of your wooden bed. Jack fruit double deck to be exact. You eye up the fluorescent bulb drop hanging from the sky of your twelve year old room but you picture out the quad-centennial dome of Magellan's shrine. Who was Magellan? Whine back your first Cebu stopover to this sailor who planted the cross to your country. Through him that is why you make the forehead, bosom, left and right shoulder gesture with right and middle index fingers. As you believed...
He paused… thinking that he writes language he is now unfamiliar of…
October 2001 ...Think of running nose and awful phlegm, meals skips, fund shortages, weather threats, irresponsible classmates, annoying co-borders, midnight lessons, nearing deadlines and wait from five to seven o'clock for a Jaro Liko ride and miss a homeward van ... On the same day when you reach your home, think that life is beautiful before hearing some parental homily on body weighs and measures...
And twelve pages of lizards concerto, and then stop...
October 2002 ...Whhhhiiiiwwwwmmmmnnnnngngngng!....hi-fi as steel breaks... ears like a sonic blow from a police kettle. Ah! The do-re-mi of reaping... knew that? It's Back! The old sickening heart numb of speeding clocks is on high again. Nosing it once in my matchbox years, plumbed rusted lungs and that rushed blood pipes and oared a typhoon into the skull heart... more bang bangs... Ugh! Adjectives, adverbs...maize stupidity! Wasn't it? All written atop that oinky weeky double deck in my hometown was tugged to say hallå to the Swedish Academy than to blue print the true “was” of me...
Bang bangs and more bang bangs then stop …
July (not sure if its 2003 or 2004) ...Why do I keep on writing? Because I am afraid the world will end (I mean my world) without a single person having understood me. Lately, I thought I don't need someone to understand me anyway. Yes, I still can't be understood. I am an old piano piece. Hopeless. Typical. Fool. Partly incorrigible. Making autobiography is a preventive measure from self-destruction ...autolysis... I always take each day my final day. If I'll die early, it is OK. In the end, I'll be just another vacuous sapien like formaldehyde creatures that med studs cut up in their Anatomy lab....
Autolysis and autolysis until he candled, eating himself…

Objective Condition:
Lately, he forgot English and write something like this...
PROcrastination is never a PRO, it's non-PROductive, it's not PROletarian nor PROfessional. You PROtested! It is the most economical way to save your PROteins and carbohydrates...
You even read of PROcrastinators becoming PROponents in PROpelling it to monetary PROportions by PROclaiming to other self-PROhibitors how satisfaction-PROmoting is their recent PROcedure in fighting PROcrastination. Though same word PROfile was made in their previous well PROliferated manuals, books,”PROficient” time management softwares, getting-things-done DVD systems, work-group PROGgrams and PROfound anti-stress algorithms for which they have PROcured or subjected themselves under PRObation in PROcession...
In the PROcess, they however, lost more time and money since the PROdrome has an inherent PROpensity to PROlong.. So you PROnounced that how many times you PROfane PROcrastination like an ex-god you still whoreship it like a PROfessional...At least, not of the PROmiscous type....
But you are currently happy that it PROvoked you to write PROfuse PROsaics that you have PROposed to yourself long ago... Well at least a PROlogue. So you PROcreated this site http://www.hulag.blogspot.com/ and start a PROphase post to give yourself a PROem...
Hi, I'm Wangbu, a PRO BLOGGER of Tomorrows. And that is my PROBlem. Welcome to My Blog!
He lately found procrastination as highway to self-destruction. A barrier to personal development. An impediment to expressing responsibilities. A parasite to time. And think of the reality of a million other time-challenged individuals like him, out of unparticipation the world will drop to ruins. He denounces it and now that he started blogging he forbid this post to be the last. He vows that through this blog he will beat this kind of unmotivation from the other side as a conscientious person.

Assessment:
A Self Diagnosed Procrastinator... as of now, learning to move...

Plan:
To blog against procrastination... or rather about MOVE and MOTIVATION.
Will he succeed?