I've posted in a number of previous blog entries of my rather strained relationship with my dad. Lately, I've come to appreciate the words of wisdom coming from him and his myriad of experiences. Granted that some of his advice may not be up to date as he would like it to be, it certainly gives me a different perspective to a certain situation.
As far dealing with other people are concerned, I'm slowly starting to see that in a way, I do have quite a number of similarities to my dad. Aside from being serious, which seems to be a trademark among the men of the Rios family, I've noticed that my dad seems to have a wry and dry sense of humor and a witty streak as well. Obviously, this only surfaces when my dad is with his buddies or his cousins. True to the adage "Like father, like son", I also carry a wry and dry sense of humor, and a witty yet sarcastic streak. When giving advice, he tends to be a bit too frank... which I realize that I too also tend to be a bit too frank and up front...
Of course, my dad and I are still two different persons in spite of our similarities. Being an engineering graduate, my dad is quite adept in math even on his age. I always find myself wondering how the hell was he able to compute a rather large number so quickly and accurately when his mind is supposed to have slowed down at his age of 65. I'm sure that you, dear reader, can imagine that I'm not too fond of math. Where he demands accuracy, I tend to be a bit more lenient.
Who I am today, aside from being molded by my various experiences, I also got a good chunk of it from my dad. In a sense, you could say that he is my prototype.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Immortals
Another LSGH batchmate of mine has been called by God and is now resting peacefully by his side. While I'm not really that close to this said batchmate of mine, the guy was a familiar face to me and vice-versa. While the details are still sketchy, its been reported that the guy died in his sleep. Considering that its been a decade since we left the warm and familiar grounds of our LSGH campus, quite a number of people from my batch (along with a couple of our former professors) had passed away.
It is quite ironic that back in the day when we were still studying at LSGH, me and many of my batchmates had always believed that there is always another day. Even for the most pessimistic in our batch, many of us had always thought that there is always tomorrow. That life will stay the same the very next day that we wake up. That we will always see the same familiar faces day-in and day-out. In a sense, we might have believed that we were immortals - forever young, immune to the harshness and realities of life. That death is just a word, a figment of our imagination. To be honest, there were already a few deaths among our batch while we were still in LSGH. But for the most part, many of us may have thought that it was just a fluke, a mistake that none of us had a hand in doing but still permanent nonetheless.
Its news like these that makes you appreciate what you have with your life right now. That you have to make the most in life and not live with regrets, hate, anger and whatsoever. These kinds of news also makes you wonder what have you done and what legacy will you be leaving behind when your time finally comes.
To Bernard Cabading, my batchmate from LSGH, you're in a better place now. Many could only envy the manner of your death as it was so peaceful you may not have even noticed it. That you might have actually woke up beside the Lord the second death took you in your sleep. You're now with our other batchmates who had gone ahead of us. In a sense, you guys up there are now immortals in your own rights, just as many of us had thought of ourselves during the idiocy of our youth, in the hallowed grounds of LSGH.
It is quite ironic that back in the day when we were still studying at LSGH, me and many of my batchmates had always believed that there is always another day. Even for the most pessimistic in our batch, many of us had always thought that there is always tomorrow. That life will stay the same the very next day that we wake up. That we will always see the same familiar faces day-in and day-out. In a sense, we might have believed that we were immortals - forever young, immune to the harshness and realities of life. That death is just a word, a figment of our imagination. To be honest, there were already a few deaths among our batch while we were still in LSGH. But for the most part, many of us may have thought that it was just a fluke, a mistake that none of us had a hand in doing but still permanent nonetheless.
Its news like these that makes you appreciate what you have with your life right now. That you have to make the most in life and not live with regrets, hate, anger and whatsoever. These kinds of news also makes you wonder what have you done and what legacy will you be leaving behind when your time finally comes.
To Bernard Cabading, my batchmate from LSGH, you're in a better place now. Many could only envy the manner of your death as it was so peaceful you may not have even noticed it. That you might have actually woke up beside the Lord the second death took you in your sleep. You're now with our other batchmates who had gone ahead of us. In a sense, you guys up there are now immortals in your own rights, just as many of us had thought of ourselves during the idiocy of our youth, in the hallowed grounds of LSGH.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
This should be fun...
I finally had a taste on how a handle a disgruntled client... A VERY disgruntled client at that... It started because I was given faulty information to begin with... While I was able to provide an option/ solution to the problem, the client ended the meeting by saying that he will be discussing it with his wife...
The feeling that I had before, during and after that meeting is quite hard to describe but let's put it this way:
Imagine that you're hunting a wolf... After a supposedly good shot, the wolf managed to escape... And then that same wolf shows up behind you, snarling and with blood in its eyes... And then it starts attacking you... And then somehow, you manage to kill it... Unfortunately, the dead wolf's buddies show up and start to surround you, ready to kill you.
While the deal is far from being declared "dead" its still quite unsettling to be in that kind of situation which, by the way dear reader, isn't over yet...
The feeling that I had before, during and after that meeting is quite hard to describe but let's put it this way:
Imagine that you're hunting a wolf... After a supposedly good shot, the wolf managed to escape... And then that same wolf shows up behind you, snarling and with blood in its eyes... And then it starts attacking you... And then somehow, you manage to kill it... Unfortunately, the dead wolf's buddies show up and start to surround you, ready to kill you.
While the deal is far from being declared "dead" its still quite unsettling to be in that kind of situation which, by the way dear reader, isn't over yet...
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