When people ask me to define love, I say, "Love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger." (Sponge Bob)

When they ask me why I laugh at my mistakes and even write them with pride in my blogs, I say, "I'm not crazy. I just don't give a damn!" (Daffy Duck)

When one time I was conducting a group activity, a student asked what road sign I love the most, I said, "I like dead end signs. I think they're kind. They at least have the decency to let you know you're going nowhere…" (Bugs Bunny)

And when for the nth time a friend would ask me what do I get from writing, I'm not even sure if there are good old souls out there visiting my site, I just smile and say, "Kung gusto mong maging manunulat, eh di magsulat ka. Simple." (Bob Ong)

And last night when Eva said she wants to quit from her work because nobody believes in her, her boss got mad at her, she doesn't even have friends at her agency, and she's crying like hell, I said, "Either you stay to prove your worth or you quit and just show them you're a loser, you have to strive for your happiness." (MY original)

My CHOICES: I remained believing in love. I continued spicing up my mistakes and rewriting my life, accepting failure but keep on dreaming until words would fade into thin air.

Mar 10, 2012

Time to go!

I am currently in a room of test-takers. For clarity, I am not one of them nor the tester. Neither am I a spectator. I have been in the testing world for more than a decade now & being in the room brings back nostalgia into my system. So getting involved is not so my mood at this time. I need to divert my energy to more meaningful tasks than being nostalgic. For one, I forgot to bring a bigger hanky. And two, I might disturb the testees with my sneezing & honking.

So why then am I here?

Guess I am forced by the need to see one of the best ANOVA interpreter I could avail of in this side of my town. Whether I like the feeling or not, well, that I will leave the interpretation to you dear readers.

My concern at the moment is TIME.

There are moments I so appreciate the shortness of time especially when at the mercy of unbearable circumstances (which has become more often than I prayed for;-)

But there are instances that shortness of time is an enemy.

24 hours? 20 waking hours? This to me is not enough. I wish my body clock does not tick of tiredness... moreso my mind does not shut off after 24 hours.

So many things I want to do. Such little time. I'm no longer so sure if these things I'm exerting much effort to means much to me or would do me any good at the end of my days. (paging Fr.Peter... please guide me through this. But I want to make myself clear, I'm NOT ready for you yet. Just a sign will do;-)

One thing I miss the most is this... Symbolizing my thoughts into words...

Whoa! That's it! I have found reason why I'm here! At least my waiting here did not go to waste. I am able to transform something into reality. My babbling at this corner is somehow productive. This is my FIRST real blog after 2 hibernating years!!!

YES! Thank God I was able to do this. I have not just seated here & got a good bunch of inputs but also an output I could post in my almost dormant blogsite!

Now I should go & try to keep posting... maybe I could ask another person hold me for a while ;-)