Reflecting 11

I am sick. Sick of waking up every morning to prepare for office; Sick of looking for the best clothes I could wear for the brand new sickening routine of going to the FX station to trek the road for a new office work day.

Eleven months ago, I was a destitute tightening my belt to unnecessary expenses since there was no longer “baon” and allowances for school. After graduation, I realized that I already understand why working people tend to like and miss school more now that they have already emancipated from the duties of being a student. I felt it by heart… that I will be cheaper by the dozen.

Whenever there is a new film to watch, I tend to pass and just wait for an upcoming hotter [I convince myself] attraction just to save the dough. My mom was in the US testing her luck there during this time; hence, I didn’t have enough resources to just say, “Hey, there’s a cool film showing today! Wanna watch?” Nah uh. Not that way. I even considered a cheaper combo meal in a regular fast-food than the short order that I used to get as a scholar. It was tough. Transitions are really difficult especially when you’re already thinking that graduation is a step up of the food chain. My case shows otherwise.

Weng, Chuck, Jonjon, Tintin, Monique and Aida… my constant crime partners for years already, have witnessed how I have embraced poverty when my older sib was the one in-charge of the house, which I totally refuted. It even became more difficult when the previous job I had ended since I considered it as an underpaid job. Just a brief background on it, I worked for a TV ad production designer who happened to be worse than Miranda Priestley since “she” kept on sticking around even with my personal engagements. I left; also for reasons that the pro bono days are quadruple compared to the paid days with free OT. Well, it’s big when you get paid for a day’s work in the advertising industry, yeah, but if you would spread it over the days that you worked for free? Not even a hearty meal for a day would suffice for the measly amount that you get. I am officially a bum from then on.

On the remuneration issue still, the Prod Designer only gives me my salary whenever “she” feels like it. Imagine, I was enslaved for so long with a floating contract that’s why I don’t have any protection under the labor industry. After getting a degree from college; fighting a dog-eat-dog race to the end, there I was a slave of an undergrad ego-tripping self-proclaimed guru with no people management skills whatsoever.

Right now, I at least have the 15th and the 30th of the month to frolic on the fruit of my labor. Also, the company that I am currently working for had me my very first medical program at my second month of being with them! The people I am working with have great work ethics and the boss that I am under is the most fantastic boss you could ever hope and wish for; plus he never wants me to do overtime work without proper compensation. Thank you.

Eleven months ago, I am but a couch potato at home. Kyvs, who also had his issues in school back then, walked into our house and bored himself with me as we, the renegades, dug into the pile of DVDs I had on my rack and played them one after the other. I realized that getting bored with people that you value is the ultimate test in life. I bet, I am yet to pass the test.

Eleven months ago, I didn’t have my MACBOOK. I reckon the number of times I heard myself speak of having a G4 for my graduation. The G4 didn’t happen and worse, I am far from even getting an analog laptop due to my unemployment. Now, Mac-Mac is making its way to showing me the money – minus the Jerry Maguire whine.

So yes, I am sick. And I am more than willing to be sicker than this sickness just to keep myself fueled up by the tiny blessings I had in this short ELEVEN MONTHS. [So yeah, bad news to the cranky FX barker for he shall continue agonizing with the sight of my face in his early morning turf to the terminal, haha!]

As for me, it is better to face the hardships of waking up and the stress/pressure that comes with the early morning jitters [like conception brings morning sickness ahuh haha] than to experience the hardships of being stuck inside the confines of a house that’s not relinquished.

Eleven does not make sense to a pregnant woman for she must be nursing for two months already but for Me, Kyvs, My MacBook and all other personalities who walked with me through all these, eleven makes a perfect number times two and that’s another reason to celebrate!

Cheers to heaven and earth!

the INTERMENT

Today.

I received a text message from my very loving and prudent mother accusing me that I left a friend’s mother unblessed due to a dreadful miscommunication.

This brilliant friend didn’t pay my mom a visit for a brief discussion on the arrangement of their mom’s final priestly blessings, to begin with.

During our [my choir] second visit to the wake, here came brilliance announcing that she talked to the chapel mistress and was told that everything was already fine… from the chapel ceremonial hall to the priest presider.

Of course, to our surprise, we just mentioned “BRILLIANT”. It is not easy to look for a priest especially right now that scarcity is threatening the congregations. Also, the parish where the chapel we’re serving is under limits the unacknowledged burial mass rites across all of its covered churches.

Then the Interment Day comes.

Today.

SEQ1. Office Pod.DAY

Fade in

A text message came in from MOTHER. She tells me why I didn’t tell her bout the burial and the mass precedent to that. She tells me that I’ve been in the loop about it and even the closest of kin allegedly told her that I’m aware of it. It’s going to be my fault when no priest shows up, she rants.

Cut to:

MIGRAINE REACTION SHOT

Cut to:

Replied: NONE OF MY BIZ. Im not the idiotest idiot in the world not to tell the authorities that someone is in need of help.

Fade out.

Duh, I dont even have BRILLIANT’s contact details, and I doubt if she does have mine, to begin with… how could I / she contact her / me? Great.

What’s up for tomorrow?

Blah.

for SOBBING out LOUD

Love at first sight is weird… yet it happens. I don’t know why or how, but it does.

I didn’t expect CHUCK [the one on the right] would experience that to my date. Haha. Chuck is a very good friend and he always claims me as his “pamangkin” since someone else already owned me as an offspring. Haha. Of all people..

It’s funny when you realize how Chuck responded to the event when I had him introduced to this newbie. It’s different since Chuck’s the last person I would even consider marketing with this type of audience.

Basically, Chuck and I have different types… until this one. Hahaha.

I didn’t know that some his and hellos would turn the tables in a very strange manner. Chuck is a friend who knows how to care about people and I know that he’ll take care of whoever falls under his whims.

Way back ‘98 when I met Chuck, he’s already that protective type who will never let anything hurt his friends. With his nagging power, he will brush off the problem like hell. Haha. That’s why I’m pretty sure that Chuck would be a very good partner.

Last night, Tuesday, June 12, I was surprised when he and JONJON took rounds on a couple of extra sized bottles of alcohol as the former expresses his frustration to whatever he and Jonjon only know. I had a gut feeling that it’s the same reason why he’s been like that since meeting my date the other day.

Jonjon confessed that Chuck has been very emotional about it and even said that I have been very selfish with my date’s number, allegedly says Chuck… FOR SOBBING OUT LOUD! IM GIVING IT AWAY! THEY JUST NEED TO ASK COZ I DIDN’T KNOW!

It is not even morally correct to give away one person’s number without consent yet I did it anyway because I’ve been handling other peeps’ digits for eons minus their knowledge. Haha.

The point here is , whose will shall be done?

I honestly believe that it’s still mutual decision to take it to another step. Not even my influence to push them together would ever make their budding relationship fruitful.