Crisis Interlude

As a child, I envisioned myself  working in some laboratory or science facility– It’s the thing I fancied and work hard for it while growing up because I believe it is on this field I excelled. But a twist of fate brought me to study business instead and it took me time to sink in to this kind of reality for I am at lost, perhaps subconsciously i’m hesitant. So I pursue a career in banking for flimsy reasons and maybe for the perks.

Perks that opened my mind and enjoy it for quite some time that give me the confidence that my gut feel is right in choosing this kind of industry.  The same industry that made me doubtful today. Perks that made some of the industry’s big wigs to ask for more and getting it by all means and oblivious of the risk involve. The same industry that created a domino effect to our economy. Perks that propelled greed.

Now everybody is sowing the fruit even the innocent one. From our office alone, It pains to see some of your colleagues leave everyday and I myself is wary if I could be spared if the situation goes worst. I empathized with my friends and prayed that we may all have the humility to accept our fate with courage and be strong enough to deal the situation.

My childhood dream is already extinct and part of the bleak past I already abandoned but the path that I embrace which is the industry that been shaken by time still breaths hope from its lesson and I still hope for the better because optimism is the only strength I could cling on in this time of crisis if this is not a nightmare.

My Whereabouts and Lessons Learned

Eccentric… Impulsive…Stubborn… Crazy.

Those are the the usual words coined on me by my closest friends and for the longest time they are wondering where on earth am I for I’m sort of into soul searching again though this time not living on hermitage but rather completely detaching from them.

This brought question on why leave a promising career when I am already on a threshold of another career advancement and many would have love to trade places with me. My answer would always be absurd to some, especially for those who live a sheltered and structured life. Yes, I got bored and I always favored risk and adventure for it spices life and realized my work deprive me  of it and much of my time to spent for myself which created a ripple and affect my personal life in a long run.

So, I’m packing my stuff, live like a bum and go to places. In short, I’m having the real vacation I always dreamed of and doing things like waking up late, grabbing the remote and still in pajamas ’til noon but living like a sloth has its toll for it become quite boring after some time and with your bills rising and savings dwindling I feel there’s a need to go back to the corporate world.

Where am I really on earth?

I’m not in Singapore as others thought for I try my luck in the middle east had a short-live job in a contracting company as L/C Accountant in Abu Dhabi and realized my passion is in the financial world and it is where I feel comfortable and happy– I guess my more than a decade experience has something to do with it. Good thing the market for financial personnel’s are wide and the financial world welcomes me back. Now I’m in Dubai and fortunate enough to be one of the pioneers in an american based finance company with worldwide presence who just started establishing its presence in the middle east.

What I learned from doing a sudden halt and crazy stuff?

Practically a lot… I learned that you need to work to keep pace with the earth. I learned that you don’t need to work to live. I learned that you need to take risk to open the Pandora’s box of opportunities. I learned to learn a lot of things simply by leaving the comfort zones. I learned to understand that the world is indeed small and one if you learn to respect each differences.

Though I have any regret?

Absolutely none and such eccentricity, impulsiveness, stubbornness and craziness once again prove to bring colors.

Assignment and Solitary Wandering

Time runs swiftly yet it wasn’t left unnoticed for it is the longest month I ever had. My feeling hasn’t change a bit since I first set foot at the airport holding my one way ticket and realizing the fact that just sink in— @#%*_ _ _ _! It’s for real.

Shrouded with doubts my jovial nature made a sudden flip and a bizarre feeling runs into my spine that strip all happiness and wallow to abysmal longing for reason you simply don’t know.

Fast forward, It’s been a little over a month and my intrepid side help me endure my stay. Though I’m constantly receiving messages of concern, warning, advice and all sorts from friends but still they prove of little help.

The only alternative to overcome such feeling is to bank on the little pleasure Zamboanga has to offer like enjoying the gastronomic seafood indulgence, savoring the smell of the unspoilt fresh sea breeze and learning a handful of words from their peculiar dialect.Though all these provides only a temporary refuge from nostalgia.

But the best thing I had here— is it slacken the pacing of my absurd lifestyle. If before I am used to sleep for a few hours or even less for a lot of unnecessary stuff to do. Here it taught me to languish on a terribly idle time which give me more time to relax, rest or simply stare blankly on the ceiling which is sometimes torturing.

In a way, I was able to draw some plans for I never really had for ages ‘coz I stop having one after realizing that my childhood dreams were a fancy and at an early age the real world give me the taste and taught me the art of compromising.  Thus I turned into the type who just let fate unfurl what store and just live with it.

Silly also some crazy stuff flooded in like developing an allergy to top on a number I already had and hating the words "further notice" for it always gaves me a goosebumps and cringed my tummy every time I heard it these days. _ _ _ _! I should have killed the one who introduce it to the corporate world.hehehehe.I guess my mind just went berserk— if this is what they called intoxicating solitude then I think  I finally had a taste of it .

Missing Sunrise

The sun rises magnificently as it breaks the darkness and creates a river from its reflection in the calm estuarine water and its light radiates and penetrates the man made forest where spaces between mangrove trees serve as windows that showcases the breaking of a new day.

Hmmm. This is how my friend describes and unfortunately I screw it and let that view escape from my cam’s grasp where I could have capture it perfectly right at my cottage back terrace.

I was late and I can’t turned back the hand of time nor spend another day to witness it for I don’t have that luxury and its proximity from my place makes its possibility nil.
Thus, it would remain only as a weekend getaway and the only place where I failed to witness the sun rises.

I blame it to the hooch that poison my system for it changes my body clock. But that few minutes late, help me notice the morning mist that came after and I was able to appreciate its odd and soothing calmness.

Maybe it works that way as always— Choices are laid to us but we turn a blind eye because we are focus on one option.

Then I realized my day wasn’t wasted.

BUS

"all my bags are packed I’m ready to go…….."

I laughed while hearing it onward to my new assignment — the City of Golden Friendship… though I won’t be saying much on this new place  since I’m barely a week old here.

My exodus from touchdown hometown where I had my temporary stopover going to my new assignment has brought some memories and the long journey made me realized of some trivial stuff — the bus ride. For ages, I’ve been riding it a number of times and yet I’m not aware that I develop certain habits very much predictable everytime I ride a bus. 

Now, I’m aware that I always feel comfortable riding at the window side of the second row near the door. It’s the least comfort I could offer to myself, for the ride would never be comfortable even with airconditioned bus. I think the quality of our bus has something to do with it and you can spell the difference if you really tried riding a bus in other countries which are daintier, more comfy and bigger or maybe the quality of our road also matters. Oops! enough of it I’ll be whining again third world blues and I promise to be apolitical to add more years of youthfulness.hahaha.

"A long and winding road……"

I hate this standard song, yet I loathe more the fact that I’m actually traversing the real very long,  winding and bumpy road making my trip more dizzier. But the entertainment inside the bus eases a bit and in a way shorten the travel and breaks its monotony (Kudos!to the one who have thought of it). Though I’m not really a big fan of Jean Claude Van Damme and Steven Seagal,  I’m proud to say that I’ve watched most of their movies even those not shown in the big screen it’s because I rode the bus more often, and I’m having a second thought of reporting it for infringing the copyright laws so that I can watched other movies with them not as the actor or maybe I could share my pirated DVDs.hahaha.

Comfortable or not I appreciate the vacuum of time created where most of my serious thoughts formed and with this I appreciate my ride for I was fortunate enough to discover and used it.

Three cities for the first quarter…. not bad enough. Now I’m living in a temporary abode where the only thing I could consider permanent and priceless possessions are my bags and sometimes I find it tedious unpacking when you know for the fact that any moment you’ll be moving again.

February was spent in a rururb Davao and I’m saying goodbye for the mean time and I’ll be welcoming March in a bustling Makati, where my laid back nature need to adopt the fast paced lifestyle. Fast… like it’s better to walk than to ride a vehicle ‘coz definitely you’ll arrive first by doing it, not unless you are willing to waste time enduring the tremendous traffic.

But the coin always have two sides and perhaps I just seen more of the other side and I need to explore the other. For now, I should be contented looking the city from the 28th floor which has now become my past time and prying on tenants of other building and wondering if they are also doing the same.

Happy thoughts number 2: GREEN LEAFY VEGETABLES

I think I already move on, I’m not quite certain but the fact that I’m in a new City with lots of stuff to explore helped me in some way. I’ve been here a lot of times but it never fails to surprise me, especially on my gastronomic trip for it is home to  varied cuisine, it even surprises me that some are not even palatable enough but once you’ve tasted it– they are superb. I guess the saying holds true that you shouldn’t be deceived by looks.

But no matter how many delectable foods I ate, my taste buds always long for home cook food and that reminds me that everybody in my family are a good cook and unfortunately,  me as the exception. I guess that explains why I’m a bit small compared to them.

Now, its a bit frustrating commuting everyday in going to my work passing the public market and seeing all those green leafy vegetables.Gosh! I haven’t eaten it for sometime and they are always my favorite and it reminds me how I always ate it with gusto and me a voracious eater always feel the guilt of gluttony afterwards.

Travel Magazine

As a student, I hated going back to school after Christmas break ‘coz I knew I will be writing again "My New Year’s Resolution" composition and it’s very difficult on my part to make one because I don’t have any and most of my works are made up and sugar coated just to get that much coveted "Outstanding" remark.

Years passed…now I’m an adult who live fully and probably in my mid life– for my high risk lifestyle, and yet still I don’t have any new year’s resolution.  So, I started my first weekends of the year diverting my trip to meet my old high school friends. Indeed, it was fun seeing them again and reliving old high school memories.

But what amuses me this new year was having a book entitled "14,000 THOUSAND THINGS TO BE HAPPY". Well, it is supposed to be a parting gift from my officemate since I’m moving for another assignment. At first glance, it was just a list of things some of it I’m not familiar with for it is very western. They are mostly simple stuff that are ignorable or easily  put into oblivion such as a spoon,hammer, thought of winning, eating egg on breakfast and and so on. But once you started to recall the memories attached to it, you’ll realized that you can’t help but laughed out loud.

I guess it is better to start writing down simple things and thoughts than making a new year’s resolution where you are certain that it is difficult to keep.

Hence, my list would start from a travel magazine. I just grabbed the premiere issue and the content was really worth reading for what’s inside is the detailed guide in going to Sagada. Just having that thought lift my spirit and I’m contemplating doing it on Holy Week though it’s difficult to find intrepid souls within my circles who are willing to sacrifice comfort for the sake of adventure but still I’m hoping I could grab one and that’s enough to keep my spirit high.

"it’s the most wonderful time of the year."

I heard it played over and over in the airwaves and now it’s so bizarre hearing it with my tummy cringe and feel the goosebumps– for surreal thoughts of nostalgia  sink in. I didn’t know that such a happy song could also be a sad song. Maybe, because I won’t be singing it this time or I dreaded to sing it where memories behind are still poignant.

I guess, I will just let time unfurl its ways and that’s how it always go. It may not end up  like Darby and Joan in a song but it is good to know that some things really happened and we can’t stopped nor have control over it and that does not give  enough reason to shut our world and dwell on it.

I realized that as you grow old you accumulated a lot of friends and know a lot of people but when it comes to availability you’re lucky if you could find one, unlike in your teens where you are always surrounded and when it comes to having fun,gimmick or some sort of adventure you’ll be surprised how all of you fit in one vehicle… am I right?

But time taught me, that in a journey you are always alone even from the start and you forgot about this fact when you started to interact with people and in a way influence and became dependent on their presence–They could be your family, your friends, your lover or even a complete stranger. However, as you age you’ll learned that their existence are merely passing and their purpose is to prepare and mold you to become a better person in order to equip you in your temporary sojourn in this world.

Why do I think of this stuff?

Actually, it’s quite rhapsodic and totally nonsense, it’s a simple story of a friend who made a travel plan on which I agree, we are supposed to meet halfway but made a last minute decision to reschedule it due to paranoia on some force majeure  and I can’t grab anyone to replace her. tsk.tsk.tsk.

So, I am left alone and being stubborn I don’t thwart things already planned. Hence, I pursue with the original plan and made some minor changes. This time I’ll be traveling lite, with a backpack just enough for a carry on luggage and forget about being fashionable, I’ll be riding through different airlines and staying at different hotels everyday  with no guide ‘coz I hate ending up on museums and do some silly things like you are a moron. With these, I think I could explore, marvel and enjoy my travel like a child for it is being a child again where one could find pure fun and happiness and tomorrow I’ll start my voyage with anticipation of a child in me. Wish me luck!

I received a text from a friend whom I haven’t seen for more than a decade asking to borrow a sum of money. I wonder where she get my number— I guess the news spread fast about me being a poor collector…hehehehe. I may laughed at it, but sometimes reality bites and sometimes I felt I’m being used.

Though I was still having a second thought and contemplating about it.

Alas!Fate forewarn me not to lend. I guess it’s a sign reading timely a line about money and friendship. To quote,  " Neither a borrower nor a lender be; for loan oft losses both itself and friend." Shucks! it’s a word from Shakespeare and its an aged tenet I haven’t  learned.

From those words I should learn a lesson, for many times I fall prey of losing my savings because I lent it to my friends, hoping in a way I was able to ease their financial problem. But I dunno if they are thinking of it as a loan or a donation and I’m too uncomfortable reminding them always for that would mean additional waste of money and time calling or texting them or maybe my tolerance on their selective amnesia is very high I don’t know which is which.hehehehe. So, the result will always be losing my savings and defy its very purpose of using it for leaner days and leave me in quandary where to look when I’m in a financial distress.

Hence, I realize when it comes to money matters I should have a second thought if they are really friends for keeps or not (hahahaha…. tanga gihapon). But hey !I should share this, if you have a good credit standing people won’t hesitate to lend you money…. so reputation is also an investment and I’m proud to say I have that.

The dog days are supposedly over but it seems it’s overstaying and took few more weeks on the rainy season— blame it to global warming.I don’t know if this extremely humid climate has something to do with man’s temper to easily flare up.

I should have said this, because when I arrive to my friend’s house to fetch her up his father dander up for what he saw on the evening news or maybe he don’t like my presence either..hehehehe. But my conjecture was wrong, for he was merely reacting to the news concerning the proliferation of crimes and blame it for abolishing death penalty. Oooops… DEATH PENALTY!— ABOLISHED? Where I was when it was announced, I am not aware of it. Tsk.tsk.tsk.The problem is– I just turned apolitical, I don’t know when it started but It seems my new conviction is not to bother with the news anymore.

Omigod! Her father turned to me and ask my opinion about it. Well I just give an empty smile. Gosh! too silly of me for giving such moronic response and I think my second conjecture would now become true for he started blaming the young ones for turning deaf on the issues and started going back to memory lane on things they did for the country.Well.. maybe he is right for I turned a deaf ear towards his litany and pretend to listen. Perhaps, it would be better  than answering back, " Hey! I’m older than what you think and I am a pro life advocate."hehehehe.

Thanks goodness my friend just came out and that would be the best excuse to scuttle away. I was save. But honestly I was happy as a clam and I feel the oats when I heard the news from my friend’s father. Because personally I believe that it is not justice to kill someone to pay for his crime but purely vengeance and that’s the savage side of man.I also believe that people change, since I’m an optimistic one, I always hope for the better. Lastly ,it’s not death penalty that deter a man to commit a crime but rather it is more on the act of being caught and put behind bars— I think it’s where we are lacking. Nywayz, this issue has already become moot and academic but it really made my day and sent my spirit high.

Proem to My Writing Exercises.

I don’t know how this blog work, I set the settings into three columns, then what comes out is just one column and worst– almost all of the first paragraph of my entries are gone. I don’t know if friendster blog is not user friendly or I’m a gungho when it comes to this stuff. I don’t know what went wrong but I will continue to write an entry at least once a month– to practice myself. Because I feel there is already a need for it– base on experience where I took an exam a few weeks back and unfortunately I had difficulty threading thoughts for a simple essay. Heck! I don’t know if it would be needed either since my work deals with numbers and you are lucky if you could write a single sentence in a day without using the formatted template.tsk.tsk.tsk.

Anywayz… This would be like my composition notebook in grade school …. hehehehe. I’m going back to basic of putting all meaningless twaddle and going back to the same problem of finding the nice topic to write.

passing thoughts

…………………………………. Gosh! I can’t write a single thought…….. I’ve been staring at the screen blankly for more than two hours………. Worst! I feel like I’m drank without the hooch.

Oh my…oh my… I used to write winning piece in an hour with at least 300 words in a given topic.(lol…way mokontra …hehehe). Does it mean the day of reckoning has come?

I don’t know…I don’t know… Perhaps, because I was too busy with matters of consequence and I neglected to develop such passion or… is it part of growing old? I thought depreciation are for things and not for human interest but nevertheless,I feel like I’m getting dumber and  dumber as time pass.

I knew I can’t anymore draw nor write stuff like I used to… ooops! I almost forgot, I think I should also include computing without the aid of calculator and formulas in my excel files.hehehe. I guess they were just part of the passing passion of a disoriented youth who had so much time to waste.By the way, do I really had that talent? Naaaah…I think i just made it up to boost myself .

On a serious note,whatever it is, I feel life plateaued for the longest time, maybe  as a result for being passive to everything that surrounds me or for favoring simpler things to avoid complication without knowing that it slowly bring things that I passion in my youth to its doom.

Why does all these thoughts sink in… I guess, I just made a decent decision of a grown up man which receives the accolades and bravados to some who have known me. But  again,sorry to disappoint ‘coz I’m very gullible and I am taking another detour to add not just days but years of my wasted youth.Hehehe… sorry folks.

Strange Law

My trip was a bit weary, but I had a good time at Davao last week and as usual it really amazed me again to hear a new law on liquor ban at 2:00 a.m. the way I was surprised then, when I entered a smoke free bar and billiard halls, two years ago–which is more advantageous on my part, who is a non smoker, and that law really rocks.

Now, I can emphatized how the smoker felt then, when they now imposed the liquor ban. Just imagine how it felt when you are having a drinking spree and all of a sudden they stop serving and your money had lost its worth for alcohol.To think, it is imposed indiscriminately even to adults.tsk.tsk.tsk.It is even more absurd at the convenience store where you can literally touched the beverages but they won’t sell it to you. We have no choice but to abide with the law, but Filipino ingenuity is innate to us and we are able to grab one.hehehehe.

While on a Jeep

I just arrived and felt the inconvenience of traveling from our pier which is two towns away from our house.I’m a little bit irked or maybe disappointed, I dunno, but I’m always confused between the two.

My day could have started right, though I’m a little bit groggy from lack of sleep. I am one of those passengers who  disembark earlier and heed to the jeepney terminal, for simple reason– I want to arrive earlier, so  I could have more time to sleep and recuperate. That’s what I long, until this jeepney incident fret my adrenalin that leave me very hyper until now.

I hated being bamboozled and making me look like a fool. I don’t know if I could attribute most travelers credulity to being tired and weary, or maybe they just turned a blind eye, or there’s an unwritten law I’m not familiar with. As always, jeepney drivers took advantage from the horde of passengers that came in and again as always they overcharge.My normal self, as always won’t allow it and as always also, I insist on what is right.

I gave the exact fare when the driver asked for the balance, I pointed and read the fare matrix to emphasize it to him just in case he forgot about it, he gave me a flimsy excuse that according to him he parked in the terminal and I said,"  Naturally! That’s why I rode on your jeepney ‘coz you’re at the terminal and that’s the point and to think, I should have paid much lower ‘coz the terminal is very far from the pier." Then, I heard people mumbling something, as if I’m a very mean person and from their looks it seems I committed something grave, well I just ignored them for I’m already numb to that kind of reaction. So, it ended up everybody paying the overcharge fare, with me as the exception ‘coz "I insist "and I think the driver don’t want to mess up with me .

But what pisses me off are the people’s reaction. It seems they already knew about the system and they just concede on it and there is this one guy who demand for what is right and due then everybody thinks he’s rude,I dunno for what? I know it only worth a few pesos but how about to most who can’t afford much, will they just submit to what the majority agreed? Is this the unwritten system? Is being unusually submissive, the Filipino way of being obedient? I don’t know ‘coz everyone had their own answers.

Untitled

I was reading my friends blog and gosh I was struck– their works are impeccable. Their way of writing has evolve to a tremendous  extent  while mine doesn’t move thus far.

I felt insecure then for my amateurish attempts but I guess I should write more often to keep my brain cells working ‘coz I dreaded more on having a dementia during my twilight years than losing all my creativity. 

Old Notes

Shhhh….

Hush is everywhere.
    I crack my nuts
    to get over from boredom.
Suddenly, someone says, shhh…

        Silence is everywhere.
            I move my chair
            to have a comfortable position.
        Suddenly, someone says, shhh…

Hush is everywhere.
    I read audibly
    to understand the content.
Suddenly, someone says, shhh…

        Silence is everywhere.
            I play my pen
            to pass the time.
        Suddenly, somebody says, shhh…

Hush is everywhere.
    I talk with my seatmate
    to ask if his through.
Suddenly, someone says, shhh…

        Silence is everywhere.
             I keep my mouth shut
             and pass my paper meekly.
        So that, nobody would say, shhh…

Well, I found it from my old notes while cleaning my stuff.I could fondly recall that I scribbled it at the lobby while waiting for my friends to finish our exam.Though it was a little bit of an understatement ‘coz I was literally forced out by our proctor for being generous in sharing my answers even if it’s unsolicited and I’m always been the early finisher. So, I coyly went out ahead of them. I was unusually laconic then– to pretend that I’m remorseful for what I did.hehehehe.If only she knew, she should have flunked me.

Now, I must admit I think I’m old for I started looking back more often than before and I wish I should had made a journal then ‘coz I find it funny reminiscing things you did before but nywayz it’s not too late yet.

Free Weekends

 I should have packed my things going to Siargao, since the group I’m going with made the last minute change of sched, so I was left with the whole weekend free.

After having my annual medical examination, I decided to arrange the little clutter in my room—hehehe. I guess if I were a little bit younger my mother already yell on me. I dunno how the mess turn out, I just throw those bric a brac on one corner, my rackets on the other side, the books everywhere, my shoes and sandals on the floor, my bags on the table, clothes everywhere, luckily I still manage to throw my dirty clothes on the hamper and fortunately I could still see my bed. But really those little clutter piled up and create a maze on my room.

My plan runs smoothly, my room already looks almost like a bedroom, though I  can’t throw old stuff and I’m worst when it comes on decluttering.Then I realize books are the major factor contributed to the mess– maybe because I’m a voracious reader.

My interest on reading varied from different subjects and I even read all those tabloids used as packaging when buying things in the market.But my attention was caught when I’m arranging my books.Gosh! I haven’t finished reading it for almost a decade now.Actually, it’s a book I bought at  Book Sale, where I was glad to find it or shall I say very happy to find it and that’s the start my friend considered me then as a serious bookworm….hehehehe. Well, I was happy then ‘coz I read much of the review and the author is being compared with the literary immortals—Homer, Virgil and Shakespeare to name a few.

The book is a masterpiece, so to speak, of John Milton entitled “Paradise Lost”. They said it’s nice or they mean it as a fine work of a master.  But I never finished reading the book  ‘coz it’s either too deep or I am too shallow for it. Nywayz, I think it is better appreciated if someone read it for me and I ‘ll pretend that I’m blind, after all it was written by the blind poet. I dunno what discourages me from finishing reading the said book, I guess I’m distracted with the mispelled words which Milton made intentionally and I considered it much worse than Dickinson’s unusual used or overused of punctuations which she also used intentionally, or maybe—— well, I don’t want to discredit their name but I guess they had their own world.

Whatever it is I leave it as it is, I still didn’t read it nor plan to finish it but I’m keeping the said book hoping someone might read and explain it to me.My room is still a mess and I just wish my mother would find time to arrange it.

Jogging

"Is it a dust? Oh no! I’m inhaling fumes and eating dust at the same time.Gosh! The sun hasn’t risen yet , I dunno if it’s the result of urbanization or simply negligence. Whatever it is, I need to run faster, not again I’m panting, my goodness I’m having a lactic attack, okay I need to slacken a bit."

What was it?

It was my jogging experience this morning and finally I quit. It didn’t bring me any good ‘coz pollution sucks.

I quit jogging for a year ‘coz I converted myself into a baddict (slang for Badminton addict). It turned out I am losing a lot of weight– roughly around 20 lbs. Many people start noticing and asking if I just survive from a terrible illness or I’m currently languishing. I can’t stand with it, so I decided to lessen my playing hours to the extent of almost quitting the said sport.

I decided to stuff myself literally with foods to beef myself and regain those lost hard earned pounds. My plan turned out well, I gain some weight but I could feel my gut loosen up and I need to do something.

That was three weeks ago and that was the time I decided to run again though I cannot anymore run a decent 200 meters without having a lactic attack nor pant ‘coz I used to run 7 to 10 kilometers thrice a week and for quite some time it became part of my routine. But with the experience I had now I think I should finally bid adieu to jogging ‘coz I didn’t find it enjoyable like I used to.

A Ballpen

I woke up not a bit enthusiastic today. How could I? I know I will be going to various agencies, part of my job and its the one I least like.Okay…okay… it’s too compromising comment, some might raise their eyebrow, nywayz they can used the hyperbole if they want. I admit,I never like it at all.

Without a choice, I did my job processing papers on foreclosure. I mindset myself, internalize being friendly and patient— though not my normal self ‘coz I’m always been the one who voice out  on inefficiencies. But in dealing these peeps you need a lot of considerations, after all being friendly begets friendly people, and I gain a bunch of them which sometimes expedite me in processing without the need to queue.

Well… enough of that, the real story I want to share is my experience with one agency. As usual,I got inside the office with my plastered smile–trying to look amiable and charming…hehehehe… hoping it will work.Luckily,it turns out they were very accommodating peeps,  talked my business with them did a little explaining  then whoa process the papers I asked.

It could have run smoothly but the  clock ticks to three, and everybody seems talking in silence for in unison they suddenly stop working and leave the stuff they currently tinkering. OMG, my few precious minutes will be wasted. But I understand,they were having a break, I myself would went berserk if my lunch break would be disturb by some inconsiderate clients. Then, I spent almost an hour droning and trying to stifle as many  yawn as I  can  for there’s no TV set in their office.

At last…  finally I felt relieve  for they went back to work and I guess in a few minutes it will  be done. And my conjecture was right,for it was made in haste and she was about to sign when she notice her ballpen was lost, so she asked her officemate  ‘coz she remembered that he borrowed it a while ago. But she got a rueful reply then a spat spark  up and they started howling to each other. Gosh… I was dumbfound for I was sitting in front of them and they were exchanging foul words,  then their boss overheard and scolded them for unbecoming conduct in front of me. So she hurried up my papers, finished it and I scuttle away.

Outside… I sighed in disbelief  and it made my day— I’m now a bit in a jovial mood. Tsk …tsk…tsk… I was laughing to myself now, for an issue over a  ballpen  also happened in our office.I guess it’s not an isolated case and a lot of offices also had experience a spat  over a ballpen. It rejuvenated me and it’s the part I liked— witnessing a scenario of a real life drama over petty things.lol.

The Other

   Real thoughts…he hides

in two parts it was made.

Lurk on different blogsites

for truth might excite.

Only then it could be decipher

when two read altogether.

Weekendcapades

I wasn’t playing for quite some time and my previous weekends are preoccupied with various sidetrip.So I had the whole weekends a little bit slack since I never also did overtime in my work. But then, I got bored and texted some of my friends whom I rarely see for ages to pass the time.

Do you think I’m smart enough to pick it on my reverie? Of course not, I just read it from the Men’s Health mag I’m reading because their discussion just went berserk and I couldn’t bear it anymore.
My intention then was successful, I got their attention as they turned to me with quizzical look and I gave the jocular expression and their discussion was closed. But one bothered to ask… WHY? I said, " I thought I just pigeonholed myself and felt too comfortable with it and failed to explore other exciting things and I need a shift." They never buy my idea for I’m always been known to be the  most adventurous  or shall I say the only adventurous in the group who hated bigots  which until now they were wondering why I keep hanging with them. We call the day but upon going home I can’t help but pondered and had a serious thoughts about it.

Anniversary

We were celebrating another milestone of service to the public and that’s banking with a heart and soul a legacy we are keeping for 85 years already.

Well so much of that mushy thing we celebrated it last August 16, our bank is flooded with chinese food stuff the whole day for our clients and I’m grateful that we end it up over dinner with well what can I say  "Filipino foods" and I guess nakadefault na jud ako taste buds sa ana nga klase nga pagkaon ‘coz I could never appreciate other cuisine.

I’m Back

I already arrived last Monday and thanks goodness I’m only suffering a full blown colds after enduring the sleepless night at Cebu and traveling where I dunno if there is a storm brewing basta hastang lubaka sa dagat and I felt all the potholes in the nautical highway and the background are the creaking of cargoes and people throwing up.

It may sound absurd but  I did meet my virtual friends and those are the people I met when I’m chatting on the side line with my old friends separated by distance.

Until now I wasn’t able to get over with the euphoria and I could proudly blazoned it.The pictures speaks for our experience and no adjective could ever describe it and indeed we live with our theme that we chatted… we converged… and we clicked. But most of all I could finally say " nice meeting you" physically.

Some useless thoughts

Maybe I should start with "Dear Blog" to get an idea but I can’t help but laugh out loud with those two words not with its ubiquity in the net but more it reminds me of old tagalog movies. hehehehe… "Dear Diary"… Heck… I should share something maybe I’m inspired with what Ginee is saying in our egroup.

Well, I should start with what keeps me busy the past few days. But guys it maybe gross but I never took a bath the whole weekends, look sloppier and ate less ….All because I’m under the spell or perhaps mesmerized by Rowling’s book—Okay I’m a Harry Potter fanatic. I could freshly picked on my reverie the worst thing I did for the sake of her book… imagine I got an INC grade ‘coz I didn’t took our final exam and did lie with all sorts of excuses I could think of… tsk..tsk…tsk.. reading HP when all my classmates are burning their eye brow studying.

I finished reading and I can’t help ponder on my age for they were just a bunch of kids when I started reading it and some of my friends used to jest that I’m a bit overage for Rowling’s book–who cares…I may have this thought because the book talked much about love— puppy love, first love, true love but definitely not filial love. They were now a bunch of teens making petty quarrels on things that doesn’t made any sense… Imagine Ron got angry because he learned that Hermione kissed Victor Klum…sounds silly though…but yes and Hermione had a tryst with Lavender over Ron. The same holds true with Harry, Dean and Ginny.It also revealed that Tonks love Lupin and Bill getting married with Fleur despite of the fact that his face is beyond repair and she didn’t knew what would be the effect after Greyhound the werewolf bitten him— unconditional love… tales of two women. Definitely the book talked about love for it is the only edge Harry had over the Dark Lord.

But happiness is always coupled with loneliness and such feeling of lost and grief is felt over the death of Dumbledore…yes, he died under the hands of Snape-the half blood Prince. I dunno if they agreed on it or the sycophant Snape wanted to please Voldemort… I never knew and that’s make it more painful on my part because I will be going to endure the agony of waiting for the next book and I dunno if it would be the last for the Dark Lord divided his soul by performing horcrux magic. To the last count they only destroyed two— the diary and the slytherin ring.

Hey… why I’m sharing this because I could sense that someone out there are begging me to shut up for I’m spoiling the story …. hehehehe…. I could gloatingly laugh and sorry folks I read it first and this would be all for now… ‘coz I’ll be leaving for Cebu this coming friday and I hope I could grab "Romanov Prophecy" by Steve Berry— they said its a good book.

Baptism of Fire

Tsk..tsk…tsk…. i just can’t think of anything to write ‘coz I’m not used into chronicling events or keeping journals…What a heck… this would be my novice attempt —My first time.

Maybe time has ripened or maybe I cannot anymore rely on my memory but I’m not implying something.

Okay… I’ll admit maybe I’m envious to those people who have something to look or to scan back and relive those bygone years in their life with clarity because they keep a record.

Nywayz… I’m hoping that I can do the same and capture the zeitgeist on every episode of my life through blogging and now I’m taking the plunge.