Heck Love Story

Somebody just asked me to write a 'love story' for myself.

So here it is..

Uh. Err. Uhm........

Thinking just that, makes me...

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

Sorry, my mind just shut down. It's 2:14am and being here at the office on a weekend is just plain CRAZY.

And YOU making me write a FOOLISH post makes it CRAZIER than ever.

Hahaha. Wag mo na ako paisipin please? Mas mahirap pa yan sa mga trouble tickets ko noh at kung ano anong queries!!!

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I resign!!!

Arrrgghhhh!!!!!!!!

Can I just complain even harder than that?!?

Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

To whine has always been therapeutic for me. As this has been the greatest stress relievers (and the people around me are the whining absorbers), I am glad that I am still not on the verge of quitting:P I have not been actually a QUITTER. Well, even if I am almost always at the brink of deliverance, still got my pinky hanging over the cliff.

As this has been one of the worst times here at work, here are some of the few reasons why I am just bursting or posting a resignation to my happier days:
1. Our teammate, my mentor, and the primary support to which I am secondary to have just resigned. Which means, I have no mentor, I am the primary support (to which he had left more or less five applications.. more than half of it is on me now) and I have no cubemate.
2. I was on a lousy Java Training for two weeks, which made life harder than ever. I was guilty for hating our trainor (for she does not know what she's teaching:() but still be nice to her because she is NICE. Tsktsk. And oh, freak! Still haven't passed my exercises! Can somebody remind me of that?!
3. The stressful case study which took us to come to ofc on a Saturday, stay overnight on Monday, cram on Tuesday, prepare the powerpoint on Wednesday morning and then present it 30 minutes afterwards. (although it turned out pretty well. thanks to my everdearest groupmates. you rock!!)
4. Our TL was on HK so 3 people were not around for two weeks.
5. 'SABON' early in the morning. Drama flicks. Got to give 100%. Man, if I just could tell them I can no longer carry the load! Waaahhh!!!

Here are the few things I am resigning to after all my whinings:
1. I am resigning to the fact that there's no use worrying about it but just to give it your best shot. Still, therapeutic whinings work, but never panic and that WHAT YOU DON't KNOW SHOULD NOT SCARE YOU:P (oh, i should be quoting limqule for that! hehehe).
2. I am resigning to the thought of living up to expectations of others. You should only be living up to your own expectations and clearly define what B-E-S-T means to you.
3. I resign to the fans club to which I am subscribed to. I have just given up. (and to all those who have put up a fans club for 'me', oh how I wish you do just the same:P)
4. I resign to the feeling. PERIOD. (no comments will be entertained)
5. I resign to the thought that it's not all about WORK. And I didn't even think I just signed up for that. Hehehe. We all need a life farther than that. I am posting this to all who think it is.

After all that has been said and done, I love it here despite...;)

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When I'm Thinking About You - The Sundays

Over the rooftops a plane in the sky
Beat of a bass drum cars passing me by
Under a bridge dark then back into light
A river of raincoats and a forest of faces
Still for a moment then red into green
Slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen
Row upon row of houses return an empty stare
Let the daydream for a little while longer

Ah.. yeah...
Hope I’ll never wake
When I’m thinking about you
(yeah) hope I’ll never wake
Cos now I’m thinking about you

Two-minute hailstorm then melts into rain
(oh) sing me a rainbow it’s sunny again
Swallows overhead while the traffic snarls below
Could I (could I) keep dreaming for a little while longer

Hope I’ll never wake
When I’m thinking about you
So that you know - I never want to wake
Cos now I’m thinking about you

When you’re searching your soul
When you’re searching for pleasure
How often, pain is all you find
But when you’re coasting along and nobody’s trying too hard
You can turn around and like where you are

(yeah and) I hope I never wake
When I’m thinking about you
And I close my eyes (dear)
Now I’ll never never wake
Why should I stop thinking about you

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The Ultimate Dream

Waaaah! I wish I have the luxury to travel. Whenever. Wherever.

Hay. I wish I have somebody with me to dream and live that dream;)

Anyone?

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Warning - Incubus

It is not a good omen to speak of a sentimental subject on New Year's Day. However, in times like these, it does not choose any occasion to feel... broken. Not necessarily of the HEART, but.. uh.. err. hmm.. BLECH! Oh yes, IT IS. Indeed it is about the heart.

I have not EXACTLY been involved of any significant relationships. For what 'EXACTLY' particularly means, I beg for it to be kept untold as it entails a looooong story and complicated BS as it is (haha did i just sound bitter at that?!). But for the 'longest' time I have not been, many people are asking WHY? Well, I've been asking myself that too.

Maybe, for one obvious reason, it must have been the IDEAL me. I cannot tell what idealism exactly or how idealism works for me, but for the people who knows me that well, they can very much attest to this public deliverance.

I have been thinking, what has really been the IDEAL?People have been prodding me to get out of the box where I have been keeping myself tucked forever. And that RISK has been greek to me that whenever it stings my ears, apparently my sense of hearing has come down. I become deaf for a moment.

The KNIGHT is still but a shadow that remains far from a distance. From a dream, it was just his grayish figure that came close to me. I cannot see if he got long hair or none, but his head was round. He was right beside me, stands not so tall, and was just lean. I can hear that he sings well. He never stops talking, but is witty and sensible that he never became a bore. I can feel his hands and was just manly that I can touch the bulging of veins. He says he knows how to play the guitar, and it has been his bestfriend ever since. He loves outdoor and very much into sports, but is also comfortable with the couches of his home, with a good book to read or just be that potato. The feeling of him beside me gave me that feeling of security. It was as if he was guarding me with his long and slender arms and that height that was not overpowering yet, he was as if shielding me from any danger.. When I was about to ask for his name, I was beginning to feel that I was about to wake up. But before I had my eyes opened (and even before I had to open my mouth for that question), he held my hands and prayed that someday we will meet... In color.

Warning - Incubus
Bat your eyes girl.
Be otherworldly.
Count your blessings.
Seduce a stranger.
What's so wrong with being happy?
Kudos to those who see through sickness...yeah
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
funny how it always turns out that way

She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
She called out a warning.
Don't ever let life pass you by.

I suggest we
Learn to love ourselves,
Before its made illegal
When will we learn, When will we change
Just in time to see it all come down

Those left standing will make millions
Writing books on ways it should have been

She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
She called out a warning.
Don't ever let life pass you by.

Floating in this cosmic Jacuzzi
We are like frogs oblivious,
To the water, starting to boil,
No one flinches we all float face down

She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
She called out a warning.
Don't ever let life pass you by.
Pass you by.

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