Delighting in Black
It defines the music that you listen to. As if rock could never complement with hiphop. I just happen to like both, but not those baggy, oversized jerseys that go with their music.
It’s a neutral color. It’s sleek and formal enough for any event that I was pushed into. And it’s easy to blend in with any crowd.
It doesn’t have to signify the death of a loved one. Rather, it’s the mood that I’m in. When you are merely compelled to go about your daily tasks because it is what is expected of you.
It’s walking zombie-like in the mall or on the streets, mentally shrouding myself in a black cloak to be invisible to everyone. I’ve tried this trick many times and it actually works. I just need to concentrate a bit to lose myself in the crowd.
It’s the depth of words, the intense array of images that throb within, the constant confusion that’s fairly audible in the physical level, hence, it’s the signifying color for Dream and Death.
Whacked
Who would've thought...
That one can never have enough photos taken with all things going digital nowadays
That going to the office can be like going to a playhouse
That watching movies and TV series can be a good diversion from work
That writing is inherent, even if I have shunned it, I can't seem to escape from it
That cafes also serve liquor..(thank you Segafredo!)
That staring on your PC is a good way to doze off (..atleast you'd look busy)
That geeks can be a fascinating bunch provided you allow them to express their geekiness
MBS this, MBS that!
Keep it simple.
Does it concern me or do I want to be concerned?
If something’s amiss, I find out about it. If I don’t understand, I ask questions. If I don’t agree, I argue. And if I don’t want to concede, I say no.
The difference between the old timers and me is that they’re forced to give in to this environment whereas I chose to be in it. I had a fair idea of what I was getting myself into (work-wise). The old-timers already had their work attitude developed from their GP days and naturally, these changes can be a difficult thing to grasp.
Office politics.. it’s a given and I try to avoid it. I’m used to dealing with the top honchos head-on, which gave me plenty of headaches and perhaps a few lines on my forehead. I just want it plain for now.
So far, I’m still adjusting to this ‘rank-based’ structure. Life is attractively simple as a developer. I can spare myself from seeing the ‘big’ picture which often goes with bigger responsibilities.
So work is work. I try to be nice but I can’t help it if I end up being a strict taskmaster. I try to get along but I don’t have to get along well with everyone.
I try to keep an open mind. I’ll let you say whatever it is you want to say. But don’t expect me to always agree with you. And I don’t always have to have a say on your issues.
Kwentong Barbero
Oras nang magkape, mananghalian, magmerienda
Sa maliit na silid na parang pridyider sa lamig
Ano naman kaya ang pwedeng pagusapan?
Loner ka ba?
Hindi. Pero sa pagkain, ok lang. Mahirap kalabanin ang kalam ng tiyan.
Pasok si G.. at kanyang pinansin
Masarap pala talaga ang kape sa opisina
Madalas lang ay luma ang umaabot sa ‘ming mga mahilig magtimpla
Sumunod si T.. at sinimulang buklatin ang takeout sa KFC
Bakit nga ba kailangang pumunta?
Nagulumihanan siya sa email, pati rin pala si J..
At ito ang nag-hudyat sa mga isyu na hindi ko pa narinig na pag-usapan subalit matagal ko na ring napag-isipan
Sino nga naman ang mag-aakala
Magaling silang maglibang subalit sa tulad ko na marami nang pinagdaanan
Hindi na rin ako nagulat sa kanilang mga paratang
Subalit ano naman kaya ang patutunguhan?
Di kaya ito isang kwentong barbero lamang?
Perspectives
Cycles. I'm an old soul. I've gone through many lifecycles. Not much has changed but I do believe my world expands everytime.
Time. It teaches us many things. The mere presence of it helps us explore new grounds. The lack of it makes us overlook so many little and yet important things.
Conversations. I've had so many conversations with myself and it went on far too long. Recently, I understood the significance of having a real talk. This means that the people doing the dialogue are actually listening to one another. Otherwise, it's just talk-- empty and meaningless. How many times have I done this? Perhaps endless.. Manila's society taught me theimportance of doing just that..Talk, to mindless or unmindful people. It's quite easy to go on and on every night because people can actually find you charming for that. But then, if you begin talking sensibly, then you'd be dismissed even before you know it.
Dreams. I'm so full of it.. Always hoping and always seeing things whether or not they should be.
Colors. They're my everyday adventures. For a time it were the many trips that I had. It's trying out new things that people would only talk about but never actually did. And then the colors became distinct with the many personalities that I've met. They have brought me to the heights and angles of human emotions. I could never get enough of it I suppose.
Carpe Diem! Home is where the heart is. Love is the only real magic and these words are mere expressions of the truth for reality can never be fully captured by ink.
Pamatay Oras
Kailangang magsimula. Kwentong makalilibang.
Subalit papaano mo pipigain ang utak na hindi naman bihasa sa nakangiting lathala.
Bakit hindi subukan. Naaalala mo pa ba?
Si Tino yung Bikolano mong kaeskwela. Noong una’y nahalintulad mo siya sa isang karakter na pambata. Yung batang mahilig lumipad at hindi tumatanda. Natuwa ka sa kanya at sa mga sulat niya.
Pahingi naman ng papel. Gawan kita ng drawing.
Lumipas ang taon. Pagsapit ng bakasyon, naiwan ka sa Maynila.
Marahil sa sobrang pagkabagot, sa init ng panahon o sa ingay ng mga pulitiko, naisipan nyong magpalitan ng selyo.
Kamusta na? Bungad ng una niyang sulat. Siya’y tumutulong sa pagkokopra nilang mag-anak. Minsa’y lumalangoy siya sa ilog, kasama ang mga pinsan at kababata. Ika’y nagulat, natuwa at nalibang. Sino nga naman ang mag-aakala.
