Frag it...
I can't sleep again...
Ladies and Gentlemen, its time for a long overdue visit to Club Insomnia and Anemic Bar and Grill!!! XD
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Missing Muse
Ok... Its been quite a while since I made a *series* of literary shorts here in my blog (please refer to the "Midnight Series")... Lately, I've been too cooped up with work to be able to write any fictional shorts to speak of... In addition, I feel that my literary muse seems to be nowhere in sight...
For some reason, I suddenly miss writing those fictional short stories that I used to post here... Much as I try to make a new one, on a new topic, I feel that I can't do it properly and as well as the "Midnight Series" that I wrote a few years ago... Its as if, I don't have anything else to write about lately other than my musings and reflections on certain events of my life.
Where oh where did that crazy muse of mine go?
For some reason, I suddenly miss writing those fictional short stories that I used to post here... Much as I try to make a new one, on a new topic, I feel that I can't do it properly and as well as the "Midnight Series" that I wrote a few years ago... Its as if, I don't have anything else to write about lately other than my musings and reflections on certain events of my life.
Where oh where did that crazy muse of mine go?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
My Prototype
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.
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.
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...
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Band of Brothers
Last night, I had a drinking spree/ reunion with my buddies from high school. Its been a while since I saw those fellows and being in their company once again served me well.
Originally, there were eleven of us in the group. Only eight were present last night. And of the eight, I was the relatively new addition to the group (which was shortly after graduating from high school). Funny how the world turns.
All of us were older versions of who we were back in high school. Anton, the nutty psychology professor in DLSU, has a new girl whom he introduced to us that night. Mico's enjoying life as always. Andrew's having the time of his life at Deutsche Bank. Burnz (also known as Ron) is now an entrepreneur and a dad. Papu's now an english teacher to Korean students... Who knew that he would have that much patience? And as for me, I'm making my own way through life via real estate.
As Maleen (Anton's girl) put it: "A professor/psychologist, a banker, an entrepreneur, a insurance specialist, an english teacher and a realtor... The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." In other words, The League of Underpaid Professionals.
Kidding aside, it feels great to have a drink or two with these fellows again. Cracking up jokes and toasting buddies who have come and gone. Our bond as a barkada has survived the harshness of reality, the world outside LSGH, outside of college. In a sense, one could already consider us as brothers.
I won't mind having another drink with them when the time and opportunity arrives.
Originally, there were eleven of us in the group. Only eight were present last night. And of the eight, I was the relatively new addition to the group (which was shortly after graduating from high school). Funny how the world turns.
All of us were older versions of who we were back in high school. Anton, the nutty psychology professor in DLSU, has a new girl whom he introduced to us that night. Mico's enjoying life as always. Andrew's having the time of his life at Deutsche Bank. Burnz (also known as Ron) is now an entrepreneur and a dad. Papu's now an english teacher to Korean students... Who knew that he would have that much patience? And as for me, I'm making my own way through life via real estate.
As Maleen (Anton's girl) put it: "A professor/psychologist, a banker, an entrepreneur, a insurance specialist, an english teacher and a realtor... The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." In other words, The League of Underpaid Professionals.
Kidding aside, it feels great to have a drink or two with these fellows again. Cracking up jokes and toasting buddies who have come and gone. Our bond as a barkada has survived the harshness of reality, the world outside LSGH, outside of college. In a sense, one could already consider us as brothers.
I won't mind having another drink with them when the time and opportunity arrives.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Midnight Flash: Reflection
Weaving in and out of traffic, at speeds which made him nothing more than a blurr to the seemingly still and oblivious motorists, the Red Wind made his way to his rendezvous with his lady - the Yellow Damsel who brought the smile back on his face and brightened his darkest nights.
As numerous lamp posts flashed by, and countless traffic left in his wake, a sudden realization struck the Red Wind; he was passing - running - by many familiar places. Places that bore witness to his long and painful transformation from being the Red Knight to the Red Wind that he is right now. Passing by a lumbering truck, the Red Wind's vision began to lose color and hue... to be replaced by shades of sepia found only in old photographs.
Before he knew it, the Red Wind found himself running the same old routes that he used to run as the Red Knight once again. Passing by all those places, he saw images of each scene from his past: a Red Knight joyfully racing with his queen as if in a dance; the White Queen's betrayal to her Knight; the Knight exacting vengeance on his former queen; the Knight's fatal crash; his rebirth as the Red Wind; his short-lived and insincere reconciliation with his former queen; his chance encounters with the Yellow Damsel; and his decision to finally move on...
The sepia shade finally faded away... Giving way to the colors that it temporarily pushed aside. The Red Wind was back in his reality. He realized that each image that he saw and passed by reminded him of the lessons that he learned... and of the mistakes that he should avoid repeating... Flooring the accelerator, the Red Wind smiled as he sped into the night to meet with his Yellow Damsel.
In another part of town, a woman leaned on her sunny colored vehicle, gently smiling as she awaited for the arrival of her Red Wind.
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