Archive for June, 2006

purpose and Lack of direction

Wednesday, June 28th, 2006

avenue q’s been one of my favorite musicals ever since i first heard it’s awesome soundtrack (c/o Hogi… ^___^). here’s a few lines from their songs that somehow hit home…

(from the number What Do You Do With a B.A. In English?/It Sucks To Be Me)

What do you do with a B.A. in English?  (changed to Prod. Design)
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college, (well, three and a term)
And plenty of knowledge,
Have earned me this useless degree!
I can’t pay the bills yet,
‘Cause I have no skills yet,
The world is a big scary place!
But somehow I can’t shake,
The feeling I might make,
A difference to the human race! (hah! how i wish!)

needLes, bLackouts, and then some…

Wednesday, June 28th, 2006

my consciousness has been infiltrated by the memory of a needLe… shyet.

Last friday, i had my pre-employment med exam which included the taking of a vial of blood. now for those of you who really know me, you should know that i have never been stuck with a medical needle for as long as i can remember (vaccines be damned! Let mother nature and white bLood ceLLs do all the work!). i let my new friend peter go first with the blood test while i sat outside the nurse’s station trying to calm myself.

cold sweat.. shivers.. a whole army of butterflies in the stomach..

when the nurse called me into her office, i saw peter holding his arm close to his body as he stood for me to take his place. by the time i sat down, i was shaking and gagging at the thought of a needle drawing blood (good god! even just remembering the fear is making me gag as i write this…@_@). the nurse tied the piece rubber above my elbow and instructed me to sit still but i just couldn’t do it. i was shaking from head to toe. seryoso… no exaggerations. in an attempt to distract myself, i looked away from my left arm and saw peter outside watching me ("this i’ve got to see…") when suddenly i felt something cold on my left arm. i nearly jumped out of the seat only to realize the nurse just dabbed a bit of alcohol on the spot she’d be targeting. nyaaiii… the nurse removed the rubber and warned me to sit still again. haha, i felt like she was my mom telling me (at 5 years old) to sit still or she wouldn’t give me a cookie! peter meanwhile had gone and called jill (aka "LiLLiput", haha!) as back-up. sabi niya kasi nakita niyang muntikan ko nang sipain yung nurse in an effort to get away from the needle ("malala ito… di ko kakayanin. kelangan ko ng back-up…"). jill stood in front of me and held me down while the nurse tied the rubber again. after that nightmare (with me feeling very lightheaded afterwards), it was time for my physical with the resident doc. as we were ending the session, she started reaching for some rubber gloves and told me that she’d now be doing a rectal check. ookkkkaaaayyyy… i asked how that would go.
"well, i’ll be sticking a finger in to check for any bleeding, hemorrhoids, etc…" (sabay suot ng gloves complete with the smacking sound rubber makes when you release it after stretching it tight)
haha, i refused on the premise that i didn’t really know her and i wasn’t comfortable with anyone other than our family doctor doing such a personal task.

and then i hit the ground with a thud.

friday night. i was putting away some stuff in a cabinet that required me to tiptoe in order to reach it. i got dizzy, the world went black and before i knew it, i was falling to the floor. i vaguely remember dropping to my knees and falling backwards with my head bouncing twice on the parquet floor. my first thought when i regained my senses?

"god, this is *not* good…"

i struggled to get up but finding i could only make small movements, i turned over and started crawling towards the door. after a few seconds though, i was okay again, but i could feel the makings of another collapse coming on in a few minutes. i hurriedly closed the lights of the 3rd floor bedroom and made my way downstairs to the 2nd floor to where i would be sleeping (being extra careful to hang on to the handrail). when i got to the 2nd floor, as i was concentrating on *falling* on to my own bed, i accidentally fell backwards (again!) and landed on my brother who grunted as he woke up while i apologized and dove for my own bed. when i was settled, i kept my eyes closed (though i still could see colors swirling around) and was fast asleep after only a few seconds.

scary.

monday’s disaster…

i visited my xbox pals after training. hung out with the tropa at the parking lot then headed off to el pueblo’s sidebar with gomer and borge. masaya naman yung gabi, pero syempre hindi maiiwasang magkaroon ng sablay sa gabi. haaaayyy…
anyway, i told a friend i’d stop beating myself up over past mistakes, so i’ll say nothing further about this event.

a needle again?!! GOD, WHEN WILL IT EVER STOPPPPP???!!!

i knew we’d be given flu shots at the office within the week, but i never knew it was a mandatory thing! i thought we’d just be given the option to have a flu shot free of charge if we wanted to… but just today i learned that agents wouldn’t be able to report to work unless they take the shot. now, i don’t know if that last part is true but i do know i don’t want to be vaccinated. AYOKO! NO, NO, NO, NO!!! i’m starting to dislike this company i’m working for simply because i’ve only been with them for 8 days and already they’re requiring me to take another needle for their sake… that’s TWO NEEDLES TO THE ARM IN 7 DAYS! AYOKO, AYOKO, AYOKOOOOO!!! resign na lang kaya ulit ako? (<—stupid idea…)

out of the frying pan and into the flames… (uhh… does that sound right?)

we’ve nearly finished training. by tomorrow, we’re expected to call a minimum of 5 customers with the trainer by our side and the rest of the batch listening to the call. good god! talk about rushing things!@_@ by monday, we’re expected to hit the floor already. shyeeeeeetttt.. i am sooooooo not ready. good luck na lang sa akin bukas… siguradong marami akong makakalimutan nito.

the main switch…

sunday. only my mother and i were at home. i was playing Hitman: Blood Money on the pc and she was upstairs sewing god-knows-what when all of a sudden, i hear a loud popping sound coming from upstairs just as the power to the whole house shut down. (RRT! RRT!!!) my mom came down to have me fiddle with the umm… electrical switches? (what do you call them? those semi-hidden cabinets that contain switches that control the power/electricity that goes to the sockets of the house?)… since she said her sewing machine was the one that caused the power outage. anyway, she had me read the notes my dad left behind regarding which switches control which floors. haha, nakakaaliw. nagmistulang electrician ako sa araw na yun! it was fun except for the fear of having sparks fly at me as i switched everything back on… anyway, we were successful after a  few tries (even went to the guardhouse to flick the main switch off then back on again). at least i know what to do the next time that happens… hehe, aliw… ^___^

*end of updates*… for now.

Wednesday, June 21st, 2006

cheers to friendship and family… what would i do without you? ^____^

untitLed # 2

Sunday, June 18th, 2006

no one could’ve described the feeling better - floating. yes. that’s what it is. i’m floating… again. i’m drifting down life’s highway as i let my good ol’ "buddies" Fate and Experience drive the car i’m riding. they’re taking me somewhere - somewhere i don’t think i want to go - but i offer no resistance. i’m tired of trying to win over all that life throws at me.

i wish life were as simple as those portrayed in RPGs. ang dali siguro ng buhay nun noh? i mean, sure, maybe because it’s an RPG kind of life that would mean that the world we live in will ALWAYS be in danger (heh, what’s new? it’s always in danger anyway… just not from the usual "monsters" we know of…), but who cares? look on the bright side:

1. more adventures for those who want it!

2. cars wouldn’t be the only mode of transportation! hell, most of the time we’d be expected to WALK! (good exercise!) just think! i could raise my own golden chocobo!!! ang cool nun…

3. money would never be a problem for anyone brave enough to slay the treacherous beasts lurking in some nearby cave. IMAGINE THAT! i’d be freaking RICH, RICH, RICH!!! hehehe… okaaaaayyyy, so maybe we’d be rish (meaning me and my partners… i don’t think i’m fool enough to try killing a monster that would yield a LOT of money alone… kelangan ng back-up nyan…)

but then again, things still wouldn’t be as simple. imagine the world’s population. now imagine the amount of monsters we’d have to have for everyone to be happy with how much they’ve got. wooooowwww… every square inch of this freaking world would be covered with monsters. humans are greedy. *sssiiiiggghhh* ang hirap mabuhay.

so again, i’m back to where i started. life sucks right now. i used to be able to look at my life and say i was content but now… now, when i look back, i find myself thinking "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO THAT FOR?!"… gandang reflection sa buhay yan noh? i’ve taken to reflecting on all the mistakes i’ve made that i seem to have forgotten what good i’ve done…

so anyway, i guess i’ll be floating around for now. all these sessions of self-pity will end sooner or later anyway but until i can set my feet back on earth, i guess the only thing i can promise myself is that i won’t stop searching for who i really should be… ooh, this is gonna be a long task…

untitLed

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

i Lack the drive to be what i reaLLy want to be. heLL, i guess it’s because even i have no idea what i really want to be. i don’t know what i want to do with my life, i dont know what profession i really want to focus on, i don’t know what i’m doing with my life - it’s a miracle i’ve stayed alive for as long as i have.

it’s crappy (yet admirable, as a friend just recently said… i just wish i could feel the same way) that i’ve given up hopes of seeing my dreams fulfilled anytime soon. i had initially planned to get a job that would, more or less, allow me to explore my creativity once again (see if the burned out feeling i acquired during my college days was still evident), but as things go, i was forced to do something i never wanted to do again: i’ve psyched myself up on crawling back to the call center industry. shit.

i swallowed my pride and accepted that what i said before ("man, i am never working in a call center again!") will not be happening anytime soon. like i’ve told people, i’ve realized that i needed the money more than i needed peace of mind, my pride, and my dreams.

pathetic. but i don’t think i have any other choice. maybe i should just backpack around. sell everything i have, walk out the door, never look back, and just LIVE.

pffffffffffft! yeah right. as if i have the luxury to do that. shit.

ARRRRRGGGHHH!!! bahala na nga! tagay na lang! tagay sabi!!!