So much effort that, at times, you end up wondering if it’s worth it at all.
Anyway, the last I remember – the one that didn’t require effort at all – would be the time I turned 34.
Yes, I love it when I get another year older. It means another year overdue of the age I believe my original lifespan would have been. (That would be 30, thanks to a recurring dream I used to have.)
This year wasn’t so different from the last one, and maybe from the three others before that: I was again in the office at the first hour of my birthday.
However, the people surrounding me in those first few hours had always been the ones that define the moment – always different, always wonderful.
The Techies and all who brought the videoke to its breaking point (tsk tsk haha!) never failed to cheer things up. And thanks Anne and Sergey for bringing me to the KMS party –
I had fun, guys. Thank you.
And for the past three years, the best part of the day would always be coming home to Joan. ^^
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We’re used to calamities. During the early parts of my childhood spent in Metro Manila, I had my share of riding rubber tubes and wading through deep floods in Pandacan. When my family moved to Aklan, I had my taste of mind-blowing super-typhoons and freaky flashfloods.
But I only have good memories in all those experiences – playing with classmates in the floods after classes were suspended, gathering fruits from fallen trees around the town, standing in the beach wearing a crash helmet while waiting for the gust of wind to lift me off the ground (it never happened, though, maybe my body was too streamlined to achieve liftoff), breathing lungfulls of cool, crisp, leaf-scented air after the storm, and spending another day or two at a friend’s house while waiting for the roads to be clear of floods.
Back then, there were no fears of leptospirosis, no mudslides, no murderous floods or mudfloods, and barely are there scenes of people crying on their rooftops, or running or swimming for their lives, or people begging for help and mercy on national TV.
Either I was brain-dead back then, or something is really wrong today.
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Every morning since typhoons Ondong and Pepeng, I listen to the radio on my way to work, and get snatches of feel-good moments from news of people helping others, sometimes in the most unique way – boxes of condoms and contraceptive pills donated to evacuation centers were the least I expected to hear.
But hey, just keep the help coming.
And everywhere in Facebook, blogs, and online news, there are people reaching out a helping hand.
Cheers to you all!
Of course, one has to endure all the bad in majority of the news to get these bits of feel-good ones. It’s all about being selective.
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Natural selection.
Here’s a term stuck in my head recently. Life is all about making choices, and from those choices or decisions arise the fate of not just your own but those of others.
If a team of multi-tasking individuals was given one project too many, each one of these individuals will autonomously exercise a selection process determining which among their many tasks they will prioritize.
And which to sacrifice.
Ultimately, the collective choices of these individuals will determine the fate of a project.
I know now how it feels like to lose every spare tire, every lifeboat, and all reserve fuel needed to finish a project within the deadline.
Sigh. First time for everything. But hopefully never again.
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This is it.What can I say?
When it comes to what he does, Michael is perfection.
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I’m finding it so hard to resist these cute and satisfyingly lethal little characters.
Luna Online by Run Up Interactive Corp. is slowly becoming my worst nightmare – an addiction. It’s been feeding my love for “hybrid” characters.Gaah! Please let this not be the Ragnarok-type of addiction, or it will ruin my life. Haha!
My first duel -- what a rush (especially if you've won haha)!
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