A Girl in the World

April 2010

Being your own boss

April 13, 2010

In addition to the Spanish classes, cooking practice and blog writing, I’ve also been busy experimenting with online commerce and working on a start-up with a few friends.  And wow, it has been a lot of work (both the e-business and the start-up).

As a former corporate employee, I had no concept of what it’s like to be your own boss.  It is much harder than I expected.  You need to be extremely self motivated.  The peer reviews, evaluations, and performance appraisals were all a bit of a pain as an employee but from the outside looking in, I understand more clearly now that they served as very powerful motivational tools for individual performance.  Human beings need structure.  We need roadmaps, goals and guidelines.  We need systems of support and praise.  And even though many self-help books profile entrepreneurs as individuals who thrive on ambiguity, I strongly believe that the most successful entrepreneurs are those who create their own systems of structure.

Being your own boss literally means just that: being a boss to yourself.  This means getting up at a reasonable hour, earning your day’s keep (albeit nonexistent, small or potential) and answering to goals and targets that you’ve thought through and established for the foreseeable future.  It is so not about coffee dates in the mid-afternoon, getting your nails done sometime after that and then doing a few hour’s work here and there.  It is so much harder than that.

This kind of self discipline is tough work.  I’m only starting to get a feel for how to best manage myself.  I have to be my own mentor, advisor, boss, peer, employee.  I have to learn how to ensure that I’m performing at my best.  The most successful managers I’ve had (in my short career) are those who’ve not only pushed hard for successful individual performance, but who’ve also recognized my unique skills and passions and taken advantage of them.  Now it’s up to me to sift through and figure out what I’m best at, how I best work and how to garner the greatest output for my efforts.  This is a mind-bending exercise that takes time, energy and so much patience.

And as so often happens in the minds of writers, marketers, strategists, students or anyone with a deadline, my mind is an expert at finding many paths to distraction.  There are some days when I’ll motor through a task like a machine and other days when it feels like my productive output totaled only an hour’s worth of work (and oh the frustration that days like these bring).  It has all been a process of learning to learn, of learning to work, and learning how best to do both.

The process is long and sloooooow.  Learning about yourself and learning how to be your best self doesn’t happen overnight.  It takes concerted effort, deliberate time and a whole lot of forgiveness.  But here are the few things I’ve learned in the last year of being my own boat’s captain.

Be mindful of your fears
Our fears are a reflection of the things most important to us.  Instead of running from a fear, instead ask why you might be feeling the way you do.  Running away from things most important to us only because we fear facing them is counterproductive and keep us from growing.

Set daily routines

Wake at a decent hour each day.  Allot times for study, work, creative time.  Get on a gym schedule if possible.  Create a routine so that your mind and body know that it’s time to get down to business.


Be mindful of your most productive hours

Part of being your own boss is getting to know your own strengths and weaknesses.  It will help a huge deal if you recognize early how and where you’re most productive.  Do you work best in the mornings?  If so, rise early.  Do you work best with natural light, at a desk, sitting on the couch, in a coffee shop?  Do you need music, silence, ambient noise?  Are you most creative with pen & paper in hand or at your keyboard?  Recognizing your personal quirks can do wonders for your productivity.

Create a personal Board of Directors

Great companies enlist the guidance of a board of directors.  Create a Board of your own.  Garner the support and feedback of trusted friends, family members, old professors, mentors and maybe even relatives/cousins younger than you.  You should be comfortable enough with each member of your board to go to them for personal, professional or business advice.


Learn how to make decisions in ambiguous situations

Sometimes, the more choice we have, the less satisfied we are with whatever path we choose.  Oh, the paradox of choice.  Decision making becomes much easier when you start to look at your choices and your priorities in a silo.  Quit comparing your choices with those of others and start identifying priorities that are most significant to you personally.  Here is a great guide on how to do this.

Forgive yourself

It has taken me a long time to learn that I don’t have to be so perfect all the time.  As a recovering overachiever, I’ve learned to give myself time to discover the things most important to me.  When I traveled around the world last year, I regularly felt guilty for having left a stable job, for cutting ties to all things permanent in my life, for enjoying so much free time during the worst economic recession since the Depression.  I’ve realized that I needed the total distance and change to be able to tap the potential of what lies ahead.

Trust the wisdom of the moment

Surrendering to the moment and trusting in its wisdom is not an easy task.  We’re mostly control freaks, needing to know why, when, how we’ll get to the next big thing.  Sometimes big things will be inspired by the small things.  A chance meeting with a friend of a friend.  A light bulb idea at a coffee shop.  A casual discussion in an elevator.  These moments have the power to reap amazing results if you let them.  Surrender and believe.

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Learning a new language is like stumbling through darkness to a destination not yet charted.  I know I’m going to get there at some point but where and how I’ll know, I have no idea.  Learning Spanish has been like a shot in the dark.  There’s a goal but I’m not quite sure exactly when I’ll know I’ve made it.

I’ve never been very good at languages.  I supposedly graduated from the French immersion program in high school but it was a big fat joke.  I don’t even know how I managed to write the book reports required of us.  What I do remember is reading the English version of the French novel and going from there.  Lazy, I know.

In London, I hired a private tutor.  He was from Spain, took his job as a tutor very seriously and within a few weeks fired me because I wasn’t taking my job as a student seriously enough.  That was the end of Spanish learning in London.

In November, while spending six weeks here in Buenos Aires, I was taught by another private tutor.  She was great and we became friends.  We became such good friends, in fact, that we talked more about our lives, our men and our hopes and dreams than verbs, conjugations and all things academic.

Today, I’m enrolled at the University of Buenos Aires.  And it’s amazing.  Though the pace of class isn’t that of a normal university course (I’m taking Spanish for Foreigners, which ensures that our class is a mixed bag of immigrants, party animals and people who are just hanging out not knowing what to do between lunch and dinner), we have proper homework and verbal exercises and (hopefully) quizzes.  The teacher does not speak a word of English and at first I thought this would be counterproductive.  I was wrong.  It’s amazing how much harder your mind will work when it feels like it’s drowning in misunderstanding.

It feels so good to learn something new again.  I’ve been on vacation for almost a year now.  My mind has relaxed and expanded, my perspective has grown and changed.  However, I’m starting to feel the itch of wanting to take on the next big challenge, the next new thing.  Human beings aren’t meant to be idle.  I think we all have an innate desire to grow, to change, to stretch ourselves.

I wish I’d done more of these learning courses while I was working.  Doing something fresh and different from the everyday grind is good for the mind.  What would I have taken on?  Let’s see…

… drawing classes

… a pastry course

… French for beginners

… jazz dance

… a sales course

… blacksmithing

… creative writing

What are you going to learn next?

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To market

April 9, 2010

Life is good.  Seriously.  To wake up in the morning and worry about nothing more than buying ingredients for the day’s lunch is just … heaven.  And no, I didn’t win the lottery, nor did I strike it rich with stock, and no I don’t come from old money.  A few months of simple, care free living is so much more affordable than you would think.  And I hope that everyone finds the courage, the time and the support (from loved ones, family members and friends) to do something like this.  It’s so good for the soul.

Today’s big adventure was lunch.  We perused every aisle at the supermarket, we lusted after hand made pastas, we bought a gorgeous block of fresh mozarella cheese.  I picked basil fresh from my little plant in the kitchen, we fried small steaks with oil and garlic, we slurped pumpkin pasta slathered in olive oil and sundried tomatoes.  We cooked while the local radio station blasted latin pop in our bright, breezy apartment.

Life is so good.

I am so blessed.

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Spanish: lesson 2

April 8, 2010

A few more of my favourite words:


pesadilla (peh-sah-dee-shaa)

Nightmare.  Really?!  What a beautiful word for nightmare.


llover (show-vehr)

This is the verb for rain.  Rain is a verb!

yo lluevo. I rain.
vos lloves. You rain.
el llueve. It rains.
nosotros llovemos. We rain.
ellos lloven. They rain.

cuchillo (cooch-eee-shoh)

Knife.  This is very similar to the tagalog (Filipino) version which is cuchillio (cooch-eee-lee-yoh) but the Castellano version is much more fun to say.

And some of my favourite sentences (taken from my grade 1 level workbook):

Los loros repite todo lo que oyen.

Translation:  The parrots repeat all they hear.

Oyen here is pronounced oh-shen.  Ohshen ohshen ohshen!  Fun fun fun!

A la mañana yo siempre caliento el agua para hacer maté y despues me ducho rapidamente.

Translation:  In the morning I always heat water for maté and then I shower quickly.

Do you know how amazing it feels to read that sentence and know what it means?!  I comprehend!  I comprehend!  Yo entiendo!

And other fun things!

Breakfast, lunch and dinner are also verbs!  I breakfast, you breakfast, he breakfasts, we breakfast!

Que bueno!

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While I was sleeping

April 8, 2010

I’m a night owl.  He’s an early bird.  I can sleep in till noon if left to my own devices.  He’s up prowling the apartment like a cat at 7.30 AM.  Sometimes he takes pictures of sunrises.  Like this morning.  I think I’ve only ever seen one, maybe two, sunrises in my life.  Once in Greece while dancing till dawn and second on an airplane crossing the international date line.  =)

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Everything in its place

April 7, 2010

A few nights ago, I decided to honour my place as a woman and my mother’s origins from the food capital of the Philippines (Pampanga) by cooking dinner.  Specifically, I decided to cook a staple Philippine chicken dish called adobo.  Yes, I said it. I volunteered to cook something different from scrambled eggs and toast.  I’ve attempted this dish several times before (it’s my default exotic dish whenever I want to show off my culinary culturedness) so it wasn’t a new feat for me.  This time, however, it turned out better than normal.  Delicious, in fact!  Just the right balance of salt and sweet, with caramelized onions and garlic.  I marinated, I boiled, I pre-fried and sautéed.  I consulted mama’s recipe over and over again to make certain I did everything right.  And it turned out excellent!  Yummy!  Sumptuous!

Mama, you would have been so proud of me (bar the fact that I burnt the coffee, AGAIN!)!

But, besides the delight of cooking something and having it taste the way it’s supposed to, something more serendipitous added to my joy that night.  I was so overcome with glee when I found out that the kitchen utensils we’ve been using are perfectly matched to our pots and pans!  Please see the picture below for a clearer idea of what I mean.  The hole in the giant spoon!  It fits just there, on the handle of that pot!  There’s a whole set of them – utensils, pots and matching holes and notches.  How great is that?  So great!  So great, in fact, that I might just be inspired to cook again.

*gasp*

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We spent the entire day yesterday trying to get me into Spanish for Foreigners at the University of Buenos Aires (UBA).  We trekked downtown, I took an oral and written exam, got a note from the ‘principal’ and then trekked all the way back into Palermo to attend class.  Phew!  So much walking and talking and planning but finally, I’m in school.  I’ve got homework and oral assignments and classmates and a teacher who refuses to speak a word of English.  We bought me a notebook and different coloured pens.  All I’m missing is the Spongebob lunchbox and the rolling Rainbow Bright backpack.  =)

I’m excited to be learning something new again.  The desire to ace everything, to perfect the material, to really learn this language is on fire.  I dream conjugations of regular and irregular verbs.  I speak broken Castellano every chance I get.  And it is so much fun!

I’ve been here a week and already I’m at a panic over how quickly these next two months will pass by.  Can’t time just stop for a few years while I play here and there?  =)  How lovely would that be?

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The tour

April 5, 2010

This is our home, for the next few months.

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Simpler times

April 5, 2010

On Sunday afternoon, we decided to walk over to the Hippodromo Palermo to watch some horse racing.  Gambling on an Easter Sunday wasn’t exactly part of the plan but it was a great excuse to walk through the parks and get some sunshine.

During the hour-long trek over, I thought a lot about why it is that I’ve decided to spend another 9 weeks in this city, in the middle of Autumn, in a place that feels a million miles away from home.  Buenos Aires is as far south as Capetown.

Besides obvious things like matters of the heart, an affordable cost of living and some interesting business opportunities, there’s definitely something more about this place that keeps me close.  Right now, I’m sitting at a corner coffee shop on a Monday morning watching dog walkers run their daily routes.  There is a butcher around the corner that sells fresh meats and chickens, a pizzeria down the street and a fresh produce stand with the most gorgeous garlic bulbs I’ve ever seen.

There’s a feeling of community here that’s hard to find in other big cities around the world.  The grocery shop will deliver any purchase over $150 pesos (30 USD) to your door.  Similar to big cities like NY and London, grocery chains here understand that urban living in large apartment blocks requires a level of service unheard of in the suburbs.  Grocery delivery isn’t a new idea to me.  But here, as we walked home with our few bags of food a few nights ago, I was stunned to see delivery boys walking wheeled carts across the street ready to deliver groceries around the neighbourhood.  I don’t know why I found it so humbling.  I expected a large Carrefour truck to come barreling around the corner ready to tackle the day’s orders in record time.  Instead, a small army of ‘walkers’ hand deliver each bin to apartments big and small. I laughed.  It is so charming.

That same evening, we stumbled across a local video rental store.  Amazingly, they too deliver.  With delight, I tweeted about it:

dcg another reason i love buenos aires: video rental delivery. choose a movie, phone the store and they come with the dvd to your door. =)


My friend replied:

@dcg you need netflix instant play


To which I replied:

dcg @christosap but i like the door-to-door delivery precisely because it is so old-school. simpler times, simpler times. =)


And maybe that’s exactly why this place pulls at me so.  It’s a modern, crazy, bustling mess but somehow, in the heart of these tree-lined neighbourhoods, there’s still a way to connect to simpler times, where lives are lived not only in the confines and securities of home but also at produce stands and butcher shops and coffee terraces along sidewalks and parks.  Here, I feel a part of the community.  And that’s important.  Being a part of something bigger than yourself is important.  It feels nice.

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Saturday in San Telmo

April 5, 2010

Easter weekend in this here Catholic capital was a quiet one. Those of us who didn’t run down to the beaches to catch the last rays of Indian Summer sunshine were treated to a ghost-town oasis in one of the most bustling cities in Latin America. An empty Baires is strange. It’s like running down Times Square with Tome Cruise in Vanilla Sky. There is no pollution, no traffic, no noise. Just wide empty streets and an eerie breeze catching the trees.

We decided to hop on over to San Telmo, one of the oldest, most bohemian neighbourhoods in the city. Every weekend it is host to an antiques market, very similar to Saturday market day in London’s Notting Hill. We perused gaucho stands, leather boutiques and coffee shops decades old. Time travel in a city suspended in the in-betweens.

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