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You're a cyborg but that's ok

Sometimes you feel you’re a mere kind of possession… an object much like someone’s favorite gadget valued for its usefulness and functions. You’re handy and always reachable, almost the same as a common laptop, a cellphone or a camera, a constant companion in the bag or pocket.

You are needed for certain things, but easily ignored, shelved or forgotten once you served your purpose. You’re lucky if you could necessitate a search. And having emotions are not required. You can ‘beep’ all you want but when things don’t make sense, you’re put on Mute or Silent. Then/or you get discharged.

At present, you’re being taken care of: oiled, glued, bandaged, repaired, perhaps because it would be more costly in the long run if you’re left without maintenance.

But the ironic thing is, unlike purchased machines, for you, there are no warranties. Only expiration dates.
Kamusta naman ang dose ng pessimism.
P.S. Stop beating yourself up with the past. Everything’s okay now. Just learn how to trust, give up hope and keep your strength up.

Just Dance

Traded Chucks and Crocs for shiny black leather flats. Just dance.

Traded faded jeans for gray service slacks. Just dance.

Traded stormy time-offs for overtime pays. Just dance.

Traded narratives and anecdotals for teacher observation forms and email circulars. Just dance.

Traded the white board for a laptop and an lcd projector. Just dance.

Traded hugs and kisses for… nope, those you’ll never trade for anything. You’re lucky to still be getting some. :D

I can’t remember but it’s alright, alright.
Just dance. Gonna be okay. Just dance.

P.S. Just dance ka diyan; You’ve been telling everyone there are three D’s you cannot do: Draw, drive and dance. So pano kaya yon. ;)

Wahaha Summer '09

I could help myself to something
Like a little bit of revelation
You could be the one to help me help myself
Maybe if I could see exactly what was in your way I’d move it for you

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Yeah, it rained more than it should, you were busy and broke as hell, but still you managed to go to four different regions (Regions 1, 3, 4 and 5), explore seven different provinces (Ilocos Norte, Ilocos Sur, Pangasinan, Batangas, Zambales, Sorsogon, Albay), encounter at least nine scenic beaches (Saud; Patar; Lopez and Children’s Island in Alaminos; Matabungkay; Anawangin, Capones and Camarra Islands in Zambales; Donsol), three baronial lighthouses (Cape Bojeador, Cape Bolinao, Capones Lighthouse) while passing by numerous towns and municipalities (notable were Pagudpud, Burgos, Bangui, Bantay, Vigan, Paoay, Batac, Laoag, Villasis, Bolinao, Alaminos, Lian, San Antonio, Donsol, Camalig, Daraga, Legazpi) in the process. Most traveled summer ever! Such memories to keep you going while you embark on another school year with the kiddos. :)

P.S. More photos can be found here.. Till next summer. ;)

Back

You just moved back to your old unit. Nothing spectacular, everything’s still a mess (except the computer table lol) while you’d still try to find time to clean up after work. Your place is the size of a rabbit hole that you’re sure things would look more or less the same after some dusting and rearranging. Almost a couple of months waiting and moping you’re just glad to connect again with your DSL internet. You can surf and download all you want again plus you have a new LCD monitor as a birthday gift from the nukes. Yay for you!

P.S. You also renewed your Flickr pro account. Double yay. Upload Matabungkay pics in a few.

Hot N Cold

P.S. Happy anniversary! Lol.

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Trying to find my way the best that I know how.

You woke up very early this morning, arrived to work on time, gave a brief kick-ass report (sans the use of permanent markers on the white board lol), plodded through the day, trying to mind your own business in the hopes of finishing at least half of the to-do’s on your to-do list… Everything seemed fine but things just began going downhill in the afternoon and well, you could go into details the whole night and lose sleep to find something more to commiserate about, but -but, what you just want to proclaim here would be the only important thing:

Getting fucked-up happens for a reason. It (eventually) leads you to the way you should go and the realization that you should never give up on the people and things you value and love.

P.S. Things were better come (late) dinnertime. Whew. Bahala na si Batman as usual. Hug pls.