A footnote to my previous entry
A couple of my girlfriends started apologizing to me immediately after reading my previous entry. I think it was the part where I said that talking about guys becomes uncomfortable sometimes. This does not read: I don't like talking about guys so stop it. I felt a little bad, and figured out that they might start clamming up because of this entry. So, please, by all means, just continue being open to me! Hahaha. Instead, it's that kind of personal discomfort that I feel when a certain topic strikes my thoughts. I will end that there.
Also, my last sentence was not meant to endorse any form of misdirected foolishness towards love or guys or whatever. Believe me, I'm not a big fan of that either. Hence, the use of quotation marks. All I really meant to say is this: love intensely and passionately. Go that extra mile. Trust. Break your rigid rhythm and just... be (with the right person of course).
I am going to stop writing about this topic. Writing on first instinct gets me in trouble.
But on a final note: don't be anyone's fool. And don't be fooled by anyone.
I think "Linger" will definitely be kicked out of my head now that this whole thing has been sorted out in print.
Sidetrack
And so it's the beginning of another work week. Oie. Yesterday marked my second month at my workplace. Everything is just so uncertain right now. And as much as I don't want to get drowned in all the confusion, it's hard not to be. I've always felt like this is a world of unlimited possibilities. And despite the country's current state, I've always been a believer of creating your own opportunities. But it certainly doesn't feel that way. Why, oh why?
A mosquito in a nudist camp. I was going to blog about this the other day, when it actually happened, but I was too lazy when I got home. Cza and I had to make a presentation to the president of a non-life insurance company this week. It sure sounded like a great opportunity, but what began as an opportunity to "get ahead" became my personal opportunity to realize that it's time to move on.
One of my friends told me that he envisioned that I'd become some corporate hotshot someday. The only reason I would like that is for the wardrobe. But after meeting one, a real live one, I was just so filled with gratitude that my father is not like that. And more than ever, I'm convinced I don't want to turn out that way either. I don't want to talk about numbers and percentages and acronyms. I don't want to have to monitor the business section. This may be exciting to some, but personally, the whole Wall Street thing is just soo not me.
The experience was so traumatizing though. It was like entering some third dimension where the PA announced at the entrance: "welcome to the real world." Right. The real world of money and billion-peso transactions and corrupted morals and just the whole shebang.
After one whole hour, I only had one thought in mind: I need to get to my happy place.
Also, my last sentence was not meant to endorse any form of misdirected foolishness towards love or guys or whatever. Believe me, I'm not a big fan of that either. Hence, the use of quotation marks. All I really meant to say is this: love intensely and passionately. Go that extra mile. Trust. Break your rigid rhythm and just... be (with the right person of course).
I am going to stop writing about this topic. Writing on first instinct gets me in trouble.
But on a final note: don't be anyone's fool. And don't be fooled by anyone.
I think "Linger" will definitely be kicked out of my head now that this whole thing has been sorted out in print.
Sidetrack
And so it's the beginning of another work week. Oie. Yesterday marked my second month at my workplace. Everything is just so uncertain right now. And as much as I don't want to get drowned in all the confusion, it's hard not to be. I've always felt like this is a world of unlimited possibilities. And despite the country's current state, I've always been a believer of creating your own opportunities. But it certainly doesn't feel that way. Why, oh why?
A mosquito in a nudist camp. I was going to blog about this the other day, when it actually happened, but I was too lazy when I got home. Cza and I had to make a presentation to the president of a non-life insurance company this week. It sure sounded like a great opportunity, but what began as an opportunity to "get ahead" became my personal opportunity to realize that it's time to move on.
One of my friends told me that he envisioned that I'd become some corporate hotshot someday. The only reason I would like that is for the wardrobe. But after meeting one, a real live one, I was just so filled with gratitude that my father is not like that. And more than ever, I'm convinced I don't want to turn out that way either. I don't want to talk about numbers and percentages and acronyms. I don't want to have to monitor the business section. This may be exciting to some, but personally, the whole Wall Street thing is just soo not me.
The experience was so traumatizing though. It was like entering some third dimension where the PA announced at the entrance: "welcome to the real world." Right. The real world of money and billion-peso transactions and corrupted morals and just the whole shebang.
After one whole hour, I only had one thought in mind: I need to get to my happy place.
hugs, 
@ 2:47 PM
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