reconnect
I know that I’ve been away for a while, stuck in the daily grind of finding a life and making a living. It’s been difficult prioritizing, falling asleep, even just standing still.
At the end of my 15 hour work day, I sometimes wonder what the fuss is all about. Why do we multi-task till our brains explode, why do we run at break neck speed to get to the finish line of this rat race, why do we slug it out till we’re black and blue and bleeding?
People I know are changing jobs, getting married, moving abroad. Ah, change. They say it’s good. Err… Hmm…
Here’s a brief run-down of what has been happening in my corner of the universe:
1) I am still with the government– albeit, now with more responsibilities. My friends are betting on how long my affair with technocracy and development work would last. I mean, I’m suppose to become a film maker, a cleo awardee, a hyper celebrity blogger, a media mogul. I dunno. At the moment, this thing with technocracy– it’s not an affair. With the effort that I put into my work, I’m not merely flirting with the cause of social development, I’m married to it.
2) I’m back to drinking coffee. Yay! My tea drinking habit– that was an affair which lasted five years. Now I’ve returned to hard core caffeine. Oh , and I am chugging energy drinks as well. Sugar free red bull is ok, but lipovitan ira is a staple. Stay away from cheap energy drinks– they’re a waste.
3) I’ve discovered a new sandbox. The fort strip is fast becoming a favorite. But greenbelt still tops the charts.
4) This global economic meltdown is scaring the s*it out of me. Not that I have a lot of money in the stock market, it’s just that, like any ordinary mortal, I’m afraid of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the unexplained. In my attempts to understand this end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it, I found this article titled “subprime crisis and economic meltdown for dummies.” Imagine my frustration when after days and days of reading it, I still don’t have a clue of the what, why, how, who, when, where of this blood bath at wall street. Perhaps I should find something that says: “subprime crisis and economic meltdown for RETARDS.
5) Five months of not being able to write my thoughts out– I’ve neglected ambatorama.com and sittingamuck at blogspot– and this is the result. Sheesh, I can’t even write the way I used to.
6) I have really long hair. With bangs. I’ve realized the aesthetic functions of eyelashes. Except for lipstick, I’ve stopped wearing make up. I’ve developed new allergies and I hate it that I can’t eat chicken if I don’t have celestamine tablets in tow.
7) I now like basketball. Yay! I have a couple DVDs on NBA’s best moments. NBA rocks!
So am I okay? Despite the b.s. that I have to deal with on a day to day basis, i.e., over bearing bosses, crappy officemates, work hazard, guys who detest my being high maintenance (excuse me, I’m not high maintenance–they’re just cheap and lazy), runaway inflation rate– I think I am okay. The fact that I am able to survive the b.s. makes me okay. The little joys– shopping and endless chismisan with the girls, a scoop of pistachio ice cream, getting to laugh out loud and sing and dance with Mac, family time–make me look forward to surviving.
9) hmm… I still don’t know how to end my posts with elan. haha.
