i just can't spell out what my mood is at this very moment. i'm positive that i want to write, yet i'm really not sure what to write about.
let me get this straight: reading the entry preceding this made my heart sink a little. it's just like knowing that the person you love is happy, but at the same time you're sad because you're not there to celebrate the happiness with him.
i'm very much aware how far saudi arabia is from the philippines. spotting the two countries in the world map alone wouldn't do it justice. it's just that far. however, knowing that he's happy is great. for now, i think i'll settle with that idea. :)
i just realized that it is really important to keep a library of great memories with your loved ones - tangible, intangible, in paper or in blogs - for they will be your source of strength when you are apart. it works for me. the pictures, the writeups, the words... they never lie.
i love to plan. parties, surprises, name it. i can properly plan and execute them. my heart just keeps on pumping harder whenever i think of something new to do when i go back home. of course we'll do the usual coffee sipping, cheesecake munching, book hunting, and lots of walking... but how about a new habit?
aha. it's just now that i realized we're actually doing a new habit... blogging! and we actually share this blog. i just wanted us to do something really, really fun while we're away, and build our memory library even if we're not physically with each other.
ria.30may2009
Saturday, 30 May 2009
keeping the rush
In the type of job I am currently involved in, it is not an unusual sight to see zombies walking. Of course this is not like those eerie ghost stories you hear about companies. Dead people walking are common in our company- those people who just go to work and maintain their jobs. They just sit in the cubicles and take breaks when needed. They eat and try to even start communication with others. But they are dead. How come?
Because they lost their hearts.
When asked, they didn't even know how it happened. They somehow just lost everything they wanted to live for. Therefore, they become the living dead. Those who takes up space and try to survive the day. They lost their goals and visions. They just merely work and exist for the sake of it.
How this happened no one really knows. The process ain't as clear cut as that of a cook book. There is no obvious step-by-step procedure. The only sure thing is: I do not want to become a zombie. I refuse to just do what is being told. I refuse to not enjoy every second. I refuse to let my job define who I am.
That is why I am making an effort to maintain my humanity.
Yesterday, I asked Tin to go with me so that we could buy stuff for school. I also asked her if she wanted to come to our planned event in QC Circle today. When I told Tin our itinerary that day, she laughed. She was thinking that I was setting her up with a lousy joke. I told her I was serious. An even bigger smile appeared. She seemed excited with the idea. I mean, what could excite a child more than the idea that ten grown men and women will play childhood games?
Yes. We played the normal children games that the Filipinos could offer. We played shatong baseball- that freaky combination of typical baseball and shato. We also played patintero. Young people actually enjoy this since the enemies don't plan like adults. We ended up not having any score in every team since we had everthing planned out. People always ended up being stuck in one of the spaces since the patotot imprisons them there. We also played Moro-Moro, a rather popular game for kids nowadays. We ran and ran as if there was no tomorrow. I was the hero of our team since I saved the team when the majority of the team members were tagged. After we made complete fools of ourselves, we went home. Energy-wise we were drained, but something happened that day. Somehow somewhere or sometime in the games we were playing, it went back. As if blood started to rush in my veins again, I regained my vision and I saw my goal again.
I felt alive again.
karl.30may2009
Because they lost their hearts.
When asked, they didn't even know how it happened. They somehow just lost everything they wanted to live for. Therefore, they become the living dead. Those who takes up space and try to survive the day. They lost their goals and visions. They just merely work and exist for the sake of it.
How this happened no one really knows. The process ain't as clear cut as that of a cook book. There is no obvious step-by-step procedure. The only sure thing is: I do not want to become a zombie. I refuse to just do what is being told. I refuse to not enjoy every second. I refuse to let my job define who I am.
That is why I am making an effort to maintain my humanity.
Yesterday, I asked Tin to go with me so that we could buy stuff for school. I also asked her if she wanted to come to our planned event in QC Circle today. When I told Tin our itinerary that day, she laughed. She was thinking that I was setting her up with a lousy joke. I told her I was serious. An even bigger smile appeared. She seemed excited with the idea. I mean, what could excite a child more than the idea that ten grown men and women will play childhood games?
Yes. We played the normal children games that the Filipinos could offer. We played shatong baseball- that freaky combination of typical baseball and shato. We also played patintero. Young people actually enjoy this since the enemies don't plan like adults. We ended up not having any score in every team since we had everthing planned out. People always ended up being stuck in one of the spaces since the patotot imprisons them there. We also played Moro-Moro, a rather popular game for kids nowadays. We ran and ran as if there was no tomorrow. I was the hero of our team since I saved the team when the majority of the team members were tagged. After we made complete fools of ourselves, we went home. Energy-wise we were drained, but something happened that day. Somehow somewhere or sometime in the games we were playing, it went back. As if blood started to rush in my veins again, I regained my vision and I saw my goal again.
I felt alive again.
karl.30may2009
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