-Ernest Hemingway
It’s Not Worth It!
February 27, 2009Mention to me someone who says he’s a workaholic and I’d give him a heart pounding slam on his back joined with a teary-eyed face because of a non-stop turbulent laugh. If I may say… even if you stay in your office late every night, every time you miss every social events because you are trying to be “efficient” and you’re trying to show them that you’re worth every penny of your employer’s money, it’s just not worth it.
So even if you hear those words of praises and receieve a pat on the back every time you do a good job, it’s not worth to boast to your self and to rise your ego up above your mainstream level.
So, enough of those crappy bullsh*t talks that would try to give you “assurances”, instead, why not give them your ”non-stop nods” and “I see” lines even though you can’t even see their most basic point.
Then when you get out of that meeting room that seemed to be a Rialto that takes you in a virtual ride, but at the end, will still take you to the exact place you’ve been, you mutter to yourself all the curses you’ve learned since childhood until your present years, but then, that wouldn’t be enough.
It’s time to take action.
So from now on, screw that darn job description and go on live your life with the people you love and never miss a moment because of that extra - ” and others that the management may assign from time to time” bullcrap thing.
Because at the end of the day, your work can never give you that warm treatment that your family and friends give you.
Tokwa’t Baboy
February 20, 2009Yesterday, I acted as the praning person I was. I was happy, and I meant the word from the very bottom of my heart, even if you try to hollow out the gulch inside me, you’ll find it there, hovering - happiness. I may looked as if I was high with MJ that day but darn I was happy. Did I mention I was happy? Oh, yeah I did. The thoughts alone circling around my head made me burst into giggle whenever I thought of it him, and the memories. That weekend, I fell in love. Though I may not be able to see him again, he made me know myself better; he made me realized, unconsciously, that I am indeed a girl worthy of love. He taught me, though he didn’t know, how I can be myself. And now I know where I should stand…
Deja Vu
February 16, 2009I was updating my draft, when suddenly, the image struck in a flash. I think i’ve dreamt of this before, the same and exact moment. I was telling this story about the vacation, the car, and as exactly as i was thinking of someone - the images jarred in my thoughts. This is deja vu. I felt that the scenario has genuinely happened in the near past. I am uncertain though of the exact event but I am definite that this has already happened, and then it has occurred again. The feeling is so strange. I was amazed by how clearly the thoughts came to me…weird.
LBD
February 13, 2009Argh…my officemates keep on noticing my outfit for today, too many comments. They’re making me conscious…It’s just a simple black dress, what’s the fuss? I wish it’s already time for school and dinner…
Deathbed
February 4, 2009i wish to extend my condolences to Ana and her family, her brother passed away yesterday due to complications on his kidney. He was still so young…
This made me think, that anytime soon, i’ll be dying as well…and no one knows when. What if my time’s gonne be up soon?
Then… I’d be on my gear, climb mount everest, and when i reach the top, I’m gonna scream that i’m the king of the world until i run out of voice.
I’d spend all my money and savings and explore that the world is indeed round.
I’d go cliff diving until my fear of heights and fear of the ocean leave me.
I’m gonna walk around the city and adopt all the stray kittens i’d bump into.
I’d be fearless, carefree, and reckless. The heck with them, i’m gonna die soon anyway.
I’d tell everyone that i love him/her and that i’m thankful that i had a chance to impart a moment in his/her lifetime.
I’m gonna eat up all the pride inside me and, I’ll tell him that i love him and he’s the perfect guy I’m picturing myself to be with. But before i tell him how he really means to me, i’m gonna stalk around him and find out why his mystique fascinates me.
But then… I’m not.
It would be a different story today and tomorrow. I’d be the same boring and coward person I am. Because i know that the time keeps ticking, and the sun keeps rising.
On the other hand, i wish I’d die lying on my deathbed, no, i wish i’d die facing the sunset, sitting on the shore line of a beach, dying because of cancer. In this way, I would know that the angel of death is coming. And I’d embrace him and be ready to leave the world, and prepare myself for a new search outside the physical life.
