Another excuse

Scene at work: Media Briefing at DFA

I tell myself that I'm not to make a habit of having single post per month. Hence, this, my second for the month.

I look back, and I remember how exciting it is to fill every blank page with words and thoughts that I care to write about. I have come to realize also that readership, although desired, is no longer a priority.This blog has become an extension of myself. When I don't put an entry, I feel as if I have forgotten scrubbing my nape! I have known all along the reason for the lack of post, but I don't go on blaming work completely.

The first two months of real government work has been an eye-opening experience. I recognize that I have so much to learn to be at least satisfactory in my work. I am setting a high standard for myself because my work calls for it. I don't wish to divulge an incident, but this one particular made me shake like a leaf at the slightest sound of a certain person's footsteps. I pitied myself that time. It was then I prayed the loudest to take the fear off me. No one deserves to live in fear, and no one deserves to spread it.

Days after that, at the strike of six, I head home, the FX taking me farther from work, a relief from all the horror of work,but the next morning, the same vehicle brings me closer to whom I was avoiding at work. But did I dread going to work? No, I like what I am doing. My purpose of working surpasses anything that stops me from doing what I must. I will prevail, this I tell myself.

If I don't write as often, I'm probably redeeming myself from that incident, and I tell you, it will take a lot of redemption.

I took a photo of this ad inside a cab. Sometimes, I take the cab if I don't leave the house early enough.

Second Monthly Report

Everybody must work

I fear that posting here is becoming a monthly affair. W-O-R-K has gotten in the way. I remember two years ago when I took blogging seriously, I had plenty of time. This got me asking, is blogging for people who are less busy? Coinicidentally, the bloggers whom I personally know to be as busy don't seem to produce as many posts as before as well. Bandwagon, huh?

I'd like to look at things positively. People are busy working. A working society is a productive society. However, I feel the downside of being busy. I have missed out on a lot --- 'me' time, movies, get-to-together and other activities that make me feel more human.

Not writing for a month has made my writing rusty, also. I seem to have lost my coherence, but I am ok with it. Sometimes, losing one's lucidity is a good exercise. To talk of non-sense things is to keep my mind balanced.

Dredging Operations

We've been talking of issues of global concern at work; substantive work seems to squeeze every single neuron out of my body.  I need my dose of trivial things like showbiz, gossips, and jeepney rides which, apparently, I don't run out of.

I was waiting for an FX on my way home one tiring afternoon. "Kuya, may dumadaan ba ng bus pa-Silang dito?" a gay guy asked.

"Ay, oo. Meron yan, hintay ka lang," the approachable tie-wearing Commuter replied.

"Pauwi na kasi ako; ikaw,  saan ka umuuwi?"

Metro Manila Cleaning

I shifted to the un-approachable me, "Sa bahay." Then, I hopped on the FX that stopped in front of me.

I could help but smile on my way home. Commuter has appeal pa pala. Long sleeves and tie probably did it.

Not a post-Valentine's Day Post

In as much as I want to believe that being busy is not an excuse for not writing, I just simply can't.

Real work has happened since January 31, hence, my lack of my post. I get home late, and weekends are not meant for doing things that require computers and thinking. 

Oh well, today is something else. After three weeks of actual work, I finally found time to start a new post. This is not going to be anything special; it's just whatever I could think of given this brief period of blogging.

The weeks that passed came so fast, and the days that came with it looked like any other day; there was nothing spectacular to talk about. However, one early Valentine's Day morning, I saw  this. I took my phone out and snapped this photo:

I was starting to come up with stories on this particular picture.

A girl gets a surprise as she wakes up in a room full of red and white balloons from her boyfriend. She cries as her boyfriend emerges from the pile of balloons and embraces her. The boy unlocks her arms and pulls a small box of chocolates from his pocket. 

It's a newly widowed woman's birthday, her first birthday without her husband of 41 years. Her two boys thought of surprising her. She's still in mourning. Maybe a surprise like what their dad did would cheer her up.

Nah, for all we know, those two guys on a bike would just want to pop some balloons.