Rubix
Posted at 06:29 AM

There's no rest for the wicked. Been queueing for 2 weeks now and all we could sigh about are the momentary pauses of zero queue. The dousing effect of caffeine could no longer live up to its name. I'm too drowsy to even come up with a description of how achingly tired I'm feeling.

We've just finished the first part of Web Hosting training and again I am in a state of information overload. Bring on the the plugs and wires. I feel like braniac.

It's a good thing that we had that New Year Post Party last Saturday at Dencio's. I won an overnight trip for 2 to Tagaytay at the Nurture Spa. A day to unwind and relax at last! Had dinner at Chili's with Rex last Sunday and had Morning coffee with Derrick last Monday. These are the times I thank God I have my friends to console me during my times of melancholy. When will I ever get the chance to spend time with Gay and Goya again? Hmmm... Demet plans on treating us after shift on Saturday. My weekends are booked once more. Illumination is finally piercing through the window. My puzzlebox is finally whole again. Lalarin..Lalarin...

Where's My Crown?
Posted at 07:10 AM

And Morpheus tugs at my sleeve again... Will I get morning or GY shift? Hmmm! Now that I have the prerogative to choose, things are even more confusing. At the moment, I'm enjoying the nice view west of my station. The sun god's beauty salutes Ayala and is brightly streaming through the smooth blue blinds that cover the gray panes; half-closed, halfly snoozing. Light blue shadows cower over other buildings, as if to say, "We are your guardians for this day. You are safe".

I remember being complacent and feeling the most wonderful feeling one could experience -- the warm embrace of someone you love and who loves you dearly. That is always a nice thought. It grows even more as you nurture those precious moments. But they are meant to be kept in guilded boxes; opened only during times of gratitude.

Advent was asking me before why, at times of displeasure, do we remember the beautiful things shared with someone and not the monsters that sprouted from a relationship gone sour? It's probably because during the times that you are in deep amour, you look at the nice things, the little things that make you crack a joke, curve a smile, and/or make your eyes twinkle with delight. You never plant seeds of hate because its growth would only lead to your own self-destruction. You want to contain whatever ephemeral moment and clasp it to your heart forever.

I smile to myself each and every time I have these little conversations with Derrick. It pleases me that I have a friend who invokes such queer questions but lodge thought-provoking answers in the end...even if he sometimes pops these queries in jest or simply, through pure innocence. Hahaha! Derrick=Innocent? That's a laugh! You're such a good friend to me, Becky. Sana hindi ka mag-bago, even if I wasn't able to give you some of the carbonara I cooked earlier. Nevermind that. Let's make caesar's salad and salsa and nachos for our moms one of these days. Bonding ang mga Becky! Hahaha!

I'm in a better mood. Probably because Snotty was already able to explain why he dropped the phone on me last night. Dionysus, indeed has that effect on little imps like you. Tigilan na kasi ang inom. Moving forward, I tried to assist the newbies in their training yesterday. I'll be moving up to Web Hosting. So It's goodbye VIP for me. I pass you the crown, children -- old but untarnished. Make us proud! And so, will it be morning or GY for me? Hmmm...

Posted at 12:31 AM

It's so obvious that I have nothing to write about...

You’ll Be Safe Here
Rivermaya
Nobody knows
Just why we’re here
Could it be fate
Or random circumstance
At the right place
At the right time
Two roads intertwine
And if the universe conspired
To meld our lives
o make us Fuel and fire
Then know Where ever you will be
So too shall I be

Chorus:
Close your eyes
Dry your tears
‘Coz when nothing seems clear
You’ll be safe here
From the sheer weight
Of your doubts and fears
Weary heart
You’ll be safe here

Remember how we laughed
Until we cried
At the most stupid things
Like we were so high
But love was all that we were on
We belong
And though the world would
Never understand
This unlikely union
And why it still stands
Someday we will be set free.
Pray and believe

Chorus:
When the light disappears
And when this world’s insincere
You’ll be safe here
When nobody hears you scream
I’ll scream with you
You’ll be safe here
Save your eyes
From your tears
When everything’s unclear
You’ll be safe here
From the sheer weight
Of your doubts and fears
Wounded heart
When the light disappears
And when this world’s insincere
You’ll be safe here
When nobody hears you scream
I’ll scream with you
You’ll be safe here
In my arms
Through the long cold night
Sleep tight
You’ll be safe here
When no one understands
I’ll believe
You’ll be safe,
You’ll be safe
You’ll be safe here

Put your heart in my hands
You’ll be safe here

First Month
Posted at 10:20 PM

So what's new for this year?

• I have a new baby. Just look at his picture, isn't he adorable? His name is Choco. Here he is, being held by big bro who got him from a friend. A nice replacement for our old datchshund.

                 
• Plans on going to Pangasinan with my friends this February.
• More parties! Yehey!!! I've posted a few pictures from last Jan. 18's Hat-aw Party!

               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
• Plans on starting a business with Ycko!
• Canada after Karina's board exam next week. good luck, sis!
• Apply for a higher position. I'm such a discontented dog!
Currently Listening To: Alter Bridge's Broken Wings

Posted at 06:02 AM

I tried tapping at the keys of this plastic wonder. Futile efforts fading away to hopelessness. My mind is not blank. But it is saturated by thoughts fleeting and going, fleeting and going. Nothing lingers. Nothing chooses to remain. Not even a limerick. Inspiration again, chose to knock on the door...not on mine...never on my door. The only consolation for a plebe like me is that smile that flits and floats like a cotton flower, wished upon but blown by the wind, never to be caught again. It's a draining week. A lot has happened. But the tempest has ceased. There are but the muddy puddles left by the rain which caused much distraught upon more than two people's hearts. I could feel myself being pulled towards getting up and making the first move. But pride is such a stubborn partner. It will never leave me.

Forever
Posted at 10:24 PM

                       
I never really thought that a single message would cause this much disquietude. But it did. All the memories of those 9 years came flooding back in – the good and the bad. Past will never be past for me. It will always have something to do with my present, and/or future. Did it do something good for me? Of course it did. It made me a stronger person. A better person? Well, I’d still have to discover that (although almost all of the people dear to me keep on saying that it is – people have this tendency to be optimistic about everything no matter the circumstance. Sheesh!). They call me Cris, no longer. Tetay. That’s what they call me these days. Although it sounds more barriotic, I’ve grown accustomed to it. I’ve learned to like this name that they’ve coined me. Maybe because, just like any turnout in life, we cannot do anything about the bad things but accept it and make something better out of it. Endymion was smiling. And as I saw this ephemeral wonder, I felt my lips curve into a smile again. They say touch is overrated. But it’s not. I felt myself make a mental note, "Oh, I’m so screwed, now!" No words need be uttered during that magical moment. Faces illuminating said it all. We were Eros and Psyche once more (at least during those fleeting seconds). There were so many things to say – words not yet said, words never said, words that always get caught in the wind. But company is enough. No expectations, no promises. This was more than enough for me. I felt bereavement as I felt liquid misery burning my face. I felt melancholy. How could one be with someone and yet, still feel alone? I felt happiness streaming through my heart. I felt peace in an embrace. I heard myself whisper Baudelaire's famous line, "Freezing time in a perfect mirror". I missed this. I missed sharing stories. I missed not having any cares and just savoring every moment spent with you. I wanted to tell you how much I’ve changed. I wanted you to see me as Tetay, the old barriotic beauty you’ve always wanted me to be. But I guess, it would all be in vain. After all, we have this. What more could one ask for? I felt stupid weeping in front of you. I’ve been Artermis in her leather tunic, running amuck and having a strong disposition over everything at work. But women will always be women. And so, let the floodgates open. I felt pride being washed, cleansed by tears hybernating in this mass. I felt the hardened mass beat once again. I am free. I am alive again. I am more confused now. More confused than the first time. This has only made everything more complicated. But whose arguing? A thousand years of this would never make me blase. Someone up above still loves me. Thank you.

Little nymph,
Strolling near the stream,
A blinding apparition,
And she feels alive again.
She looks in her pocket,
No time,
No space,
But love was always there.

I've never stopped loving you...

 

Currently Listening To: Alter Bridge