Why We Broke Up

I’ve made this silly challenge with myself to keep out of social networking. So I could live more on the “real” world. Being disconnected is not that hard for me despite unlimited and almost infinite access to internet nowadays. Perhaps because I always kept my distance even online. I could get weirder in many aspect.

Well, I am almost 2 weeks there – in my solitude from internet. Or just social networking. Because I still check my mails daily and news and music and other (stalking works) cool stuff I can’t really give up. For a while i was able to reconnect with my thoughts, read, listen to a lot of music, organize my things, do my nails and laundry, appreciate tangible things and the ones that are not. It’s a window to infinite things that I have taken for granted.

I’ve stumbled on this post from one of HuffPost while I’m in this challenge and I thought, “Exactly! That’s what I meant to say.” And I’d like to share it here on my little spot.

“But a downside to this expansion of connectivity is that each time we’re able to get online in a place that was previously not a hot spot, we lose something: an opportunity to reflect on the world around us, to be with our thoughts, or to truly connect with the person we’re physically with, free of technological distraction.” -Timothy Stenovec, HuffPost

It only shows that I am getting (and sounding) old for using quotations to speak for me. (Haha!) Anyway, thanks Tim. For feeding my cause. You’re the man.

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Letter To The Future

Summer, 2013

Dear Buddy,

You can make it. Not because you are older but because you are stronger. And you've been ahead so many things than I am. The fact that you're reading this is a proof that you survived all the bad stuff in the past. You become a bit more introvert as you grow old, I know. Communicating your thoughts and feelings is not your strongest suit ever. I know it's been like forever trying hard to be social and straightforward but don't stop. You have given up to so many things like math and worms and others things. Your invisible room of forgotten and denied things is getting a bit crowded. So get your act up, live the f*cking life and stop at nothing.

It's a shame I have to write this letter but I have too, because you're a do it yourself person. And a very stubborn person. You listen more to your own thoughts. That's alright. Just remember that you are not alone and you don't have to be. G is always there and J. They can get it out of you through reading your mind because they have superpowers and they know you very well but isn't it always better when you say it? Like actually vocalizing it instead of the conversations you make in your head? Okay? Cool.

Below. A list of things that might actually help you. In random and confusing order, sorry.

Feel the pain. Don't be an alcoholic, it'll just make you more depressed. Don't turn to drugs. Focus on the things you have and remember how badly you just wished for it before. Pay attention. Live one day at a time. Make a little effort on making yourself look good. Try to look good until end of the day. Okay, you can eat more than usual if you feel down, it always makes it better. Thus, exercise. Appreciate. Ask. Hydrate your body. Celebrate lightbulb moments. Do not compare. It's just raining. Read through your old blognotes. Love yourself. Golden formula for percentage is Rate/100 = Portion/Base. The world is still beautiful.

Hang on tight and see. It gets better, Buddy.

*My attempt to save myself from all the possible effects of quarter-life uncoolness

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Brighter Days

After almost 3 or 4  months of struggle for leaving the town, moving, adjusting and adapting to a totally different place, here I am, alive and back. Jen, whom did a lot of effective pep talk for me, would always remind me no matter how hard it gets for us that there's no other way but "straight up". Direcho lang. That's our direction everyday. I never thought I could make it through Day 1, then doubts went on until my first pay out, which is like one and a half month after. Because I was dead penniless when I decided to move out. So yes, whoever said that money can't buy happiness can die now, because that's not true. Apparently, happiness costs more bucks than you thought. To get me to Jen's place, to eat, to sleep in a decent room, Jamaican Pattie, and what have you. Other than that, the big city is exactly the place you see in TV. Traffic Jam. Blistering heat. Flood when it rains. Ugh. Longest lines I've ever been! That's the worst I can say. So I got a tip that you might want to keep handy. By any chance you'd use the ATM, never assume that the line will be shorter LATER, because it won't. It will just get longer so you have to fall in line as soon as you arrive. That's also true to filcab and the loos.

I work 9 hours a day, 5 days a week, in the most convenient schedule I could have. I wake up at 4 AM and take off to work at 5 and I'm at home before 4 PM. Neat eh? I'm just in training and I also get to spend Saturdays with Jen so I'm having the time of my life. I never felt so alive.

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Letter No. 0519

My forever love,

We are about to start a new chapter in our adventures. To something bigger for both of us. I know it is not going to be that easy that is why we need to be strong. Stronger. I believe in your strong and now chubby guts, love. And you do not even have to worry if that fails, because you will have me after all. I know we can make it because we have each other no matter what. And aside from daily breakfast, these are the things we must always remember:

1 Talk with each other no less than we do for 4 years (we are doing an amazing job on this);

2 Think. It is overrated to say we must think first before acting but there;

3 Prove the world's great fortune teller wrong for saying we won't last;

4 Laugh on the dumbest desperate tries of our subconsciousness to tear us through bad dreams and everything of that sort.

You may revert if you want to add other things. Until then I will live on this everyday. I will wait for that right time for us even if that job stings for me every minute.

Mush Potato

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That's My Big Cake There

Item no. 12 from my 50 Things To Do Before I am 60 list way back in 2009, CHECK. 

Thank you, Tier2Pedia! I will miss you big time, too.

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Msiplecad

One year after graduation, seven months after passing the Not so Easy Board Examination, I still feel the same. I'm misplaced big time.

You can tell that I am. I haven't got any decent job in the hospital, or clinic, or community. I wonder if there's ever a "decent" job out there for us now, honestly. But no matter how my profession has been "challenged", I am supposed to live it by now.

I know it's such a waste of time and will to think of something you could've been when you could always make lemonade from the ones you've got. But I feel terrible to imagine how life could be brighter if I had been a TV host or documentarist or director, more often than I move bowels lately.

I'm going to tell why for once. I have this ability to mutate into someone super working with things I really like. I guess, it's a higher degree of compensation, too. People from my high school could attest to that. During senior year, we have three Mathematics subject (Alzebra, Calculi and Trinonomy). I would never hit above 85 in any of those but my English subjects' mark are, well, they're outstanding. Apparently, Mathematics outnumbered our English subjects (we just have 2, English 4 and Public Speaking), so I still didn't graduate valedictorian. Hahaha. I'm kidding. I need to battle off 14 brains to get there. There's just too little pride one could take being on the 15th spot in a class of 40 just because they can't find the motherfugging X everytime. I mean it's probable, if we had 12 English subjects and 1 Arts, right?

Going back to my lemonades, it's like a big version of Mathematics. I'm thinking that maybe I am not getting any post in a hospital just because I don't like to. Other reasons would be shadowed excuses.

I always wanted to make documentaries about things, people, events and probably french fries, too. That's why I wanted to get in either communication arts or film at the University of my Dreams. My parents thought it would be great, if I won't get killed in a rally. They always thought I'd become an activist when I go to college because of my temper and intolerance to mediocrity. And that is the story entitled, "Why I ended taking up nursing in the nearest state university". What's yours?

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Ngayon Gets Ko Na

Hindi lang basta luxury o exaggerated ang team building sa call centers. Nagiging necessity sila sa gatong trabaho. Gaya ng pagyoyosi.

Pumapayat o tumataba ng sobra ang mga tao. Walang sapat na physical activity para sa normal na metabolism. Papagutom ka na lang kung ayaw mo ma-constipate.

Hindi mo na maidentify kung alin ang coping mechanism at alin ang attitude lang ng mga katrabaho mo. So para mapalampas mo na, iisipin mo na lang coping mechanism ang lahat.

Pag nasa floor, makahanap ka lang ng masasandalan, makakatulog ka na. Pero pag day off at andami mong oras para matulog, kulang na lang maghanap ka ng mabibilhan ng antok para makatulog.

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Of Work and Satisfaction

Human are born self-satisfying creatures. But there will always come a time when we will find greater joy in making somebody else' life brighter one way or another. (Do I sound like I'm getting old?) It's just something I actually get from work. In a call center, where I am currently working, everyday is a DIFFERENT experience, but if I could write a story for every call that I had, it will always sum up to that realization.

I am the most impatient and stubborn person at my worst. It's amazing how I get through every long and annoying calls I get though. What really happens is that those people I talk to on the phone help me as I help them. They help me learn patience (though partly coerced) like I will never learn it from anything else.

Some days you will get the most verbally abusive person you will ever talked to in your entire life on the phone but they are the ones I believe who needed my help the most. Because if I won't help them, who else will? Though it's a bit lame, I ask myself that question everytime I feel like releasing the call. Then I stayed the course. They are the hardest work for me, I could cry when we got through successfully and when they strip off to kind and thankful lambs.

On the other side of the coin, there are these old people, where I get all kinds of consolation and inspiration. Don't you just think they are the most grateful people in the world? I don't know if it's just me but I could not think of anybody as appreciative and contented as this folks.

During our training, we were asked what might inspire us working in this kind of office. To think that I will have the power to make things better for some people. I could not get any better answer than that. This is not where I planned to be, but little things like a million dollar "Thank you(s)" is worth all the sleep and life lost - enough to make everyday a try again day. :)

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it's a compilation of every bit of what we learn everyday.
hoping that you'd learn something from them, too. yeash. please do follow us. ^^

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Of New Beginnings and Unknown Endings

I've been working more than 9 hours and sleep for the rest of the hours of the day. I get up for a couple of minutes to talk to Jen. And that's the only real beak I get. I wonder what would my younger self would tell me now if ever she get herself out deep from within. Because I remember what exactly I told myself when I was in high school. I wouldn't work in a million years for any job that's in an office. To be sitting the whole day in the same office and do the same thing everyday, it could kill me. Well, guess what, I am here. Learning how things work in the millionth year.


I just signed a contract in a BPO. It just tarted from a speck of curiosity to get out from the strawberry's to another field. I could technically strike through it on my bucket list now, I already tasted the fruits from the other backyard. And I just passed the forking board exam, I could find greener pastures out there. But I cannot just yet.


I will be starting to take live calls tomorrow, after 2 months of almost every kind of training. Because the pay would never be, the only inspiration I have now is that when I sit there, I will be like a superhero of some kind. People who got problems will be calling me and I will be there to make things brighter for them. That's what I am proud about being where I am now. I know it's cheesy but I always have this delusions of making the world still a better place to live in someday. It's not that big to be felt by everyone, but isn't the magical world of Disney built by uh, Mickey Mouse? Ugh. Well, maybe this one's my shot.


I don't have long term plans as of now, which is really so not me. I don't know if that's good. It's just either I am old enough to recognize the existence of change or me going back to early adulthood when people just decides from density of their hormones. I don't know. I have a lot of reasons to get off the bus. But I have reasons for staying, too. Not as plenty as the reasons why I'd want to go, but perhaps greater. My contracts lasts for just a couple of months anyway, might as well make the most out of it. Next stop, I'll know when I get at the next station.


And maybe my younger self was that cat.
The one that curiosity kills every now and then.

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