Jun 12
ErinTop of my head emo, musings, sentiments
Ito ay kwento ng isang batang matigas ang ulo.
Nangarap, naghirap, bumuo ng mga plano.
Nagsimula sa baba, nagtyaga sa trabaho
Nagsunog ng kilay; puyat at pagod ay inilako.
Di pagmamayabang, may angking kagalingan
May tereng ang isip kung ano-ano ang napagbalingan
Pero ang di maatim ay ang sumunod sa lakaran
Iwanan ang nakagisnan, sa agos ay magpatianuran.
Sa pagdaan ng panahon, binantayan ang sariling pwesto.
Sa mga paanyayang umakyat di laging umaamo.
“Kayo na lang, masaya na ako dito
Di naman ako sasaya sa iyong mga pangako.”
Ngunit di namalayan na sa oras na tumatakbo
Ang sistemang hinindian ay di naman humihinto
Unti-unting nilulukuban ang kanyang pagkatao.
Isang umaga ay nagising na lang ang batang katoto
Tumingin sa nadaanan,nagiisip kung nasaan na ako.
Di naman dito nagtatapos ang kwento
Pero kung ano kakahitnan, di ko pa napagtatanto.
Bitin. 🙂
May 21
ErinGarbage, Work rant, Work
SLA – the maximum amount of time that a task can be put off that the requester cannot contest except to raise the cost by involving higher-paid individuals to increase the imaginary priority shown to external users.
Sometimes misunderstood to be the time needed to require work to be completed.
May 16
ErinGarbage, Top of my head, Work Garbage, rant, Work
Imagine an environment where standards are strictly enforced.
Where security is of paramount importance.
Now imagine that at the expense of productivity or rational reasoning.
Where compliance is dictated by the contents of a clipboard checklist.
Welcome to Hotel California.
May 12
ErinGarbage Garbage, general politics, musings
Philippines is the prime example of a modern day Babel.
Calls for unity is a running and expensive gag. Political opinions are like assholes, 99.99% of the people have one; most of them different in varying degrees; and each group hell bent in believing that they are in the right. The best we can aspire for is a ruling majority as even consensus is too far fetched of a goal.
Make no mistake that I love my country. Its people, not as much. But the weird part is that we make good citizens but only if it is in a foreign land. I am still puzzled if it means those who have the qualities of being a good citizen tend to migrate out of frustration, or if the endemic political system in the country is really an engulfing viral machine immune to vaccinations. Maybe it is both?
Patriotic but tribalistic; the combination is a bitter sweet pill to swallow. It is like mixing oil and water which is possible with the right emulsifier. If only we can agree on what that is.
May 12
ErinTop of my head
Wikipedia starts its definition of the Golden Rule with mentioning its reference as a law of reciprocity in most religion. For some reason this version is the one that sticks with me:
It is fairly long but there is a shortened version for it which is not normally used as it shows the selfishness of the quote:
May 12
ErinRubbish
(kopya mula sa isang lumang FB post)
Ang tagal na inobserbahan
Bago nagkalakas ng loob na pagtangkaan.
Nagpakahirap na abutin, kamtin
Sa wakas sa isang malalim na hinga ay naangkin.
Pagkatapos ano na ang kasunod?
Puwang na iniwan ay bakit may bahid na lungkot.
Siguro sa susunod na lang ulit na paggising
Aasa ba ako sa iyong muling pagdating?
#MorningKulangot
Mar 13
ErinTop of my head housebandry, sentiments
Lumipas na pala ang dalawang dekada
Na ikaw ang aking laging kasama
Anim na taon na magkasintahan
Labing apat na taon na kasagutan.
Mga nagdaang taon na puno ng pagkukunyari
Teka, ibig ko palang sabihin ay pagpupunyagi.
Ikaw lamang ang aking kanlungan at bato
Ang aking kinontratang ipukpok sa aking ulo.
Sa aking paboritong asawa, kaibigan, kaaway at kabit.
Heto pa sa susunod na dalawampung taon
Tayo ay parang bigas at alak, mas mainam kapag laon.
Nung panahong masaya kami ;P
Feb 28
ErinTop of my head family
It took me awhile to compose this post, possibly because of self-denial.
I am still trying to believe that everything is still the same.
The realization is now sinking in, that my brother is gone and has moved on.
I don’t know to where but I would like to think it would be a much better place.
At least in a state where he is free from physical and emotional suffering.
In his wake I have tried not to shed a tear, even cracking jokes while everyone is near.
My mind silently attempting to fill the unwanted shoes of being the new eldest son.
Wearing a smiling mask while my mouth tastes like ash.
In the end, it was all for naught as the emotions flowed out.
We would have wanted to keep him longer but at the cost of extending his suffering.
We all wanted to cheer him on, to encourage him to look at the beauty of life.
We egged him to believe in miracles for that is the only hope we can offer.
The charade went on until his body caught up with his spirit and both gave up.
I am my brother’s keeper as he was mine.
But now that is just an empty space.
It will take a while for everyone to adjust to the situation
But for his and our sake, we will soldier on.
Rest finally, rest well.
Savor the respite that your next journey bestows.
Don’t mind us anymore as you have already done your part.
We will meet you again, in spirit, in dreams or at the very least in our hearts.
Paalam Kuya Desi.
Image courtesy of Peachy Diaz-Dimaya
Jan 08
ErinGarbage, Top of my head, Work agile, Garbage, Work
I came across a leadership podcast a few weeks back wherein there was a description of leadership that seems to fit the type of leadership that a ScrumMaster or agile advcocate needs to exude. I lost my notes on which podcast it is for the necessary attribution but the notes that stuck with me contains the following (paraphrased) content:
During a performance show, an orchestrator (conductor) is somebody whom everybody in the group looks up to, following every flick of the wrist for the correct entry into the symphony. The choreographer on the other hand only teaches the vision of the dance, corrects any mistakes during the practice sessions, and then sits back in the audience to see the dance troupe interpret the visions, sometimes in ways that even exceeds what was practiced.
Image credits goes to freerangestock.com
The choreographer aspect seems to fit what the agile advocate needs to do. This follows the mandate that in an agile team the scrum master is a servant-leader, a person who influences without any direct mandate. For those who finds that hard to comprehend, it is the same type of authority that friends form over their experiences, wherein a select few of the pack is looked upon for inputs on what to do next. That only comes with trust that the “choreographer” knows what they are saying and that they will not lead the pack into ruin.
The only resistance is the inherent inertia that most of the corporate organizations still pine for the command-and-control structure which gives the “feel good feeling” that everything can be boxed into a specific plan. This makes organizations make more open to the idea of putting seasoned managers as conductors of delivery in order to control every aspect and cadence of the team. They are not entirely wrong but the unpredictability of the human mind and real life means they are also not entirely right.
The conductor can still be a person of trust but normally the conductor’s authority is proportional to their perceived reputation. The reputation is a double edged sword as that can be the initial hump that the team needs to overcome to start being comfortable with having the “conductor” as part of the team.
Jan 06
ErinTop of my head agnostic, Garbage
Personal memories are biased. They are, whether consciously or otherwise, what we have chosen to preserve in our mind for later recall. There is a kind of satisfaction when traipsing down memory lane but beware that sometimes memories encase the reality with the best interpretation we wish to see. We often hear that truth has two sides (yours and mine) and this gets more pronounced when we factor in the dulling effect of time has on memory recall.
But what fun is it to go down memory lane, to revisit friends and moments that have made an impact to who we are.
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