blindfolds

Dear Boss,
Please grant me patience to see the good side.

almost there,
brave toes

 

strike 2

I shall never thrive in any space that does not appreciate a working brain. I shall be forever looking for ways to escape a crowd operating under Maslow’s block one. If this is how man survives, I must be an alien here. I cannot seem to breathe. As a Japanese colleague would say, “This situation!”.

 

sharing pork sinigang

I thought sleeping early on a Sunday night can give me the energy to face my Monday blues. Last week was just a validation that others are not happy with their “situation”, too. No details were necessary to understand what my Japanese colleague is going through.

 

for the nth time…i’m counting 1-10

I placed that document in your folder two weeks ago. I am 250% sure of that.
Next time, I will be more prudent. I loathe people who require me not to trust them.
Not a good habit to form. Never willingly done.

 

prestige and illusion

How can people make you feel stupid? Only when you allow them to. Only when you can tell yourself that this world is not meant to make you guess. Only when you can make yourself believe that what they think of you is just that – an ugly thought.

Damn! How can you be blamed for the wrong info that they’ve put into their accounting system. When you ask how to make corrections, they ask you back : ” How come you do not know?”. Oh yes, they scream it to your face that you are stupid. Oh, yes, I bang their heads and slap their minds to make them feel they are great.

This is your game. I am acting. When I leave this stage and the curtains fall, I will bring with me what I’ve learned. You, on the contrary, will be left with your illusions that I am stupid.

 

white puffs

I learned to ask and answer this question from my favorite boss:
“Is this where I should be?”

Some days, I find myself answer YES.
Other times, I just say NO. Without any concrete reason.
Tonight, the two valves agree. Where are the clouds?

 

reunited with my pillows

I am almost settled in my new room. Got the sako bags from C’s place last night. C and I had a quiet talk, too, about our never-ending crossroads, the trouble with having freewill, and the secret wish to have someone dictate and make life-changing decisions on our behalf.

Dr. C is a Pinay optalmologist at the NUS hospital. I met her while looking for an El Camino Neocatecumenal community in SG. Although I skip meetings every now and then, I don’t think I can live through the idea of not having means to continue my catechumenate life. One good reason I enjoy my freewill.