I think Friday should have come sooner

I like today. I like this nice bright morning, when the air still carries remnants of dewdrops left by last night’s rain. And I like the fact that it is Friday. Why couldn’t it come sooner?

Last night was a mess. If I think about it, I tend to shudder and somewhat cater to blips of rage under the radar. It was nothing major, I guess, but can you imagine I was Php. 7,500.00 richer for approximately an hour? Yes, just an hour… and it ended quite as easy as that, despite all efforts exerted.

A bunch of us, myself included, were signed up to do this POS (point-of-sale) system for some company in Luzon for about a month. The system is rather big, yet a bit simple as well. Of course, we signed up for it, and we even started to work before any inking of contracts and thorough discussion of the details that would eventually become a custom fit for the company.

After much discussion, we were able to come up with solutions and workarounds in order to properly define their needs and tailor fit it to their preferences. Smiles and handshakes exchanged and we set a time for the signing supposedly today. We got half of the pay – yes, Php. 7,500.00/pax is quite low for a big system – and went on our way.

Stopping at Robinsons for a short meeting, my friends and I ALMOST purchased peripherals to use for the development, when our main contact received a call from the client. At first we were confused, until our contact’s uncle called her and explained to her what happened.

Apparently the boss of our client backed out of the deal. He wanted somebody to sit down and work on the system for 3 days or so – and have it polished and ready to roll as soon as our client went back to Luzon. He was to bring the system with him already. However, since we wanted to do a great job since it was tailor made, our contract was for 30 days max to deliver the system – complete with documentation, installation manual, free troubleshooting (the works!). But like I said, the client wanted it NOW, and upon hearing that we would take longer, he just up and backed out.

We had to return the money ASAP because everything was a no-go. Of course it crushed our morale and drive, but I don’t know, I guess I was just too exhausted to feel anything. I’m just happy – or at least I try to convince myself that I am – that for an hour or so, I was Php. 7,500.00 richer. I’ll recover.

Now, it is Friday, and I have been trying to find so many reasons NOT to go to work. The Pristine Asylum is a whole other issue I would very much like to walk away from right now. I feel so harrassed by trolls and demigods – yes, we have those – that I want to punch each person in the face. I get that way sometimes. But, duh, obviously I cannot punch them. For one thing, I would have to pity trolls because this troll is in the size of a midget and my size just may be too much for it. Demigods, on the other hand, can come in the form of Jedi masters who think too much and even mind control themselves.

I still don’t want to go to work today. I do not want to go to work at all. Can’t I just stay at home and make my millions here? I think I can totally do that without missing a beat. Bah.

Give me liberty, or give me death!

Bear in Mind

Today looks rather promising, yes? Oh how I love to listen to the sound of falling rain. Reminds me so much of The Cascades’ “Rhythm of the Rain”. Do you like that song? I do… It is one of my earlier favorites.

I would like to share another artwork I did last December. It has a bit of a story to go with it, so I hope you don’t mind to sit down, share breakfast coffee with me as I tell you how this drawing came about:

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It started with me recollecting this bag I used to have when I was in elementary school. It was yellow and brown, and it looked like a suitcase made out of cloth. It had these bear drawings in front that seemed to be peeking out of the front pocket, waving and smiling. I remember one particular bear drawing in that bag because back when I was in Grade 2, I used to try to copy the bear. In fact, I seem to recall that I did actually get to duplicate the bear just by copying it. Of course, the wanna-be artist that I currently am wanted to attempt to draw a bear as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, time and space prevented me from sitting in front of my sketchbook and sketch. One night, images of me drawing a bear just had to keep bothering my sleep, so I woke up at 2 in the morning and drew it all out.

So it started with the bear in pencil, I was going to use colored pencil, but I changed my mind and used oil pastels… after 2 hours or so.. Voila! I got my bear!

After I drew the bear, he never visited me again… maybe because I tied him to a balloon and sent him off to space.

So, what do you think of the drawing?

Ladies, gentlemen, show me your footprints!

Your DIGITAL footprints, that is.

I am in a bit of a stump right now, and a slew of articles have my name on it. So I figured, why not stretch my brain muscles a bit and see how far I can let my brain reach into the depths of Internet abyss? Actually, my teacher/friend’s blog inspired me to make this post as a bit of a tribute to the Internet and my 11 years of roaming around the World Wide Web.

First, let me ask you this question:

How many Internet accounts do you have and are these still active?

Me? Oh I do not have a lot of accounts online. Hrhrhr.. you can ask my friends if they can keep up with all the accounts I have, I’m sure they can answer you the number. However, if I had to answer you, I could say: I HAVE NO IDEA. Lainee calls me a person suffering from split personality, but I beg to differ. How about you tell me what you think after I TRY to remember everything? Oh, there will be no links.. heeheehee hop on memory train and let’s see what I did…

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Passing thoughts on the Dead Poet’s Society

I just finished watching the movie called “Dead Poet’s Society”. I’ve actually seen this movie before, but I believe I was just in elementary then. Ah, the beauty of HBO, where nice movies are shared to everybody – or was it Cinemax?

Anyway, if you have not seen the movie yet, I recommend that you go and stream it somewhere or maybe find a good source or something. It is quite good, really, very good. Besides, it would not be voted as one of the Top 100 Most Inspiring Movies of All Time if it did not strike a few heartstrings here and there. It definitely caused my tears to fall because of sadness, made my stomach hurt out of laughter, and definitely inspired me to do more.

I would like to share with you a conversation I extracted from the movie, which means something to me, and I shall explain later why (I actually just Googled this. ) :

McAllister: You take a big risk by encouraging them to be artists, John. When they realize they’re not Rembrandts, Shakespeares or Mozarts, they’ll hate you for it.
Keating: We’re not talking artists, George, we’re talking freethinkers.
McAllister: Freethinkers at seventeen?
Keating: Funny — I never pegged you as a cynic.
McAllister: Not a cynic, a realist. Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams, and I’ll show you a happy man.
Keating: But only in their dreams can man be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.
McAllister: Tennyson?
Keating: No, Keating.

Extracted from the Dead Poet’s Society.
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If you are wondering why that dialogue caught my attention, it may be because I could say the views reflected above more or less mirror my sentiments against somebody else’s. I have the same views – more or less – as Mr. Keating’s, while the other person has Mr. McAllister’s point of view.

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Run it like a runny nose

Well, sorry for the “runny” title, but I cannot help it if sneezes and coughs are all that come to mind right now. Eh. I wish I could say that the sun rose oh so brightly today, but seriously, I dream of nice hot soup – noodles with eggs floating about or nice chikon broth with snips of fresh onion leaves floating about – lying in bed with the covers all the way up to my chin, hugging my pillows and watching Dead Poets Society, Julie and Julia, Sherlock Holmes,Love Happens, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, and all those nice movies I have stocked in my hard drive. Oh I could also re-watch Weeds, too! Wouldn’t that be grand?

Instead, here I am typing away into the world – does anybody even bother reading this blog? To my handful of readers, grazie! What would my blog be without your constant patronage?

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