I've always loved creating and managing projects, but I've yet to find the project management tool that I'd stick with for the rest of my life. Each PM tool I’ve signed up for has their strengths and limitations. And with every one of these tools I had to adjust the way I plan and manage to fit within their limitations. Todoist was fast and simple with ticking things off the list, but managing the work that needs to be done for that task is always messy business on the app. Trello is ideal for all things kanban, but kanban itself doesn’t really feel like I’m completing a project. Like a neverending waterfall of tasks and processes. Asana—well, I just deactivated my account five seconds ago. Mindmeister and its brother . . .
I've come to believe that important life lessons are learned through either advice or hands-on experience. The latter, more often than not, is the best and most painful teacher. It's also the teacher whose classes I keep attending with or without intention. 😕 This week's lesson I had to (re)learn is to read before you sign. Read what you're signing up for before putting your signature on the dotted line. Read, else you'll realize three years later that you just spent a good portion of your life savings into something you'll probably never get back. That something was my life insurance plan. P185,736.96. Imagine that big an amount going to something that I wouldn't be able to enjoy until I was dead. That could've been for my . . .
Every time I log in to Twitter (@heysstef), I get distracted by the 18.4K tweet count glaring at me from the side of my feed. I couldn't shake off the urge to bring that number down, no matter how senseless and time-consuming the task was. Did I really post that many tweets? What were those tweets about anyway? When DID I first jump on the blue bird wagon? Bored with work, I checked for possible ways to go back to the start of my timeline. Turns out you just need to go to https://twitter.com/search-advanced, type in your username and select the date range. BOOM 💥 instant shame and embarrassment to scroll through for the next half hour. As a regular digital consumer + content creator, mindfulness is something I've only begun to . . .
Socially responsible stationery—it’s everything a paper collector like me could ask for. I get to bring ideas to life while helping others in need. You can just imagine my joy when I stumbled upon Bright Books by Amy O’Shea. Founded in 2009, her experience in Uganda with the Arlington Academy of Hope inspired her to start a business that could help the communities that struggle for electricity access everyday. I was shocked to learn that the most frequent health problems encountered at the clinic were chronic upper respiratory infections. Not malaria, not AIDS but chest colds, in large part because of the indoor air pollution created from kerosene lamps and cooking over open flames. This seemed crazy to me because we have the technology to . . .
If you peruse through my 2017 planner, you'll find a section called "Good Things That Happened" where I note down my small-big wins in life and work. The past few months these Good-Things-That-Happened boxes are filled up with all kinds of achievements and events that kept me away. It's wonderful and frustrating at the same time, and I've been kicking myself to write my Friday recaps regularly. Today's sad excuse for an update will hopefully break the silence and keep on going from hereon. I'm launching my stationery blog-shop 🌸 (100% done) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bah9DVdh3oP/?taken-by=pagerieco I call pagerie.co a "blog-shop" because I want my writing will be the expression of my passion for paper products and writing tools. For . . .
It was on the third week of May 2017 when I decided to change my lifestyle. I wanted to lose weight, be more active, and prevent myself from becoming sick. Unfortunately leaving the house and going to the gym wasn't an option for me yet. My 3-year old son throws gargantuan tantrums when he knows I'm leaving that it's impossible to say goodbye without stress. Instead, I decided to browse through fitness apps on the App Store to see if I could work out while at home. It was a tough choice considering there are thousands of weight loss and fitness apps, but I eventually started my fitness journey with an app called 8fit. The first thing that drew me to 8fit was the visual queues that came with the workouts. As someone who hasn't done . . .
While traveling home from our 2013 family trip to Macau and Hong Kong, I stopped by the souvenir shop at the Mactan Cebu International Airport and spotted this blue-green bamboo creation with the name loudbasstard carved on its side. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxPS_NX3PyM Founded in Cebu on that very same year, loudbasstard is an eco-friendly natural music amplifier cut and carved out of bamboo by Filipino craftsmen dedicated to their work. It’s natural because you don’t need additional cables or electricity to enjoy your music. Just insert your mobile phone into the slot and music fills the room. Unfortunately, the amplifier I purchased four years ago can’t accommodate bigger phones like the iPhone 6. Its design, however, gives . . .
Discovering Baron Fig and CW Pencils (New York) last 2017 was like being sucked into a wormhole filled with beautiful notebooks and pencils. These guys introduced me to this world of paper-pencil lovers that feels right at home. I learned about pencils from all over the world, of different colors and brands, pencil grades and their differences that I promised myself a new set of higher-quality pencils on my birthday this year. I picked up a few notable pencil brands to go with my Pollux brass sharpener. After my last MUJI pen ran out, I decided to test run the Viarco Desenho 250 B pencil first. Viarco is a Portuguese pencil manufacturer founded in 1907 and the only one of its kind in the country. The pencil I chose is apparently a . . .
The black elastic bracelet—its wooden pendant carved 04/21/09 I left inside the drawer with printed copies of his conversations. They're peppered with sweet good-night wishes, promises of a future where we'd always hold hands. I included the pair of innocent silver promise bands he bought for us. These lasted longer than my wedding ring. For some strange reason there was only nostalgia. Not joy or warm fuzzy feelings, but a deep longing to return to Manila of six years ago and rewrite that part of my personal history. Such dreams are never good for the health, so I decided it was time to stow them all away. It's all about living in the moment now. - Last February I was just inches away from my first love after ten years of . . .
Over the weekend, I worked on this small fun project to help me achieve two things: enjoy my passions to the fullest and celebrate life through focus and accomplishment. I created this to address and eventually silence a crucial personal issue. For so long I've felt like a lost hummingbird darting to and fro, dabbling in my interests and activities, never really taking hold of what I have and what I can accomplish. Everyday I see people on social media holding up their big ass megaphones, blathering about plans and promises, but never really accomplishing anything significant. I look down at my own megaphone and realize I'm still part of this mob—stuck at the same spot, but doing things silently. There are holes and dark corners that . . .