Changes

A few years ago when we first moved to my family's house, the one thing that I've always, always hated was the flood. I would sometimes miss three days of work (which isn't very dandy if you have lots of bills to pay) and there was this time when my best friends got stuck with us for a good two days until we're freaking tired of playing Uno cards.

That was a few years back. Now, I'd rather immerse myself in muddy, bacteria-inhabited, mid-thigh level flood waters than to be away from home and not sleep in our own bed. I guess people become more willing to change the more they get use to things. How ironic...

Good morning

Today I start my day with an open mind and an open heart.  I’m not feeling very well with a sore throat and some bad news from last night but I’m optimistic that I would be productive this morning.  Kinda like starting your day with a “Good morning!” instead of a “Good morning.” or “Good morning?”  I hope the day doesn’t disappoint me.  Having said that, I guess I’m starting my day with a “Good morning…”

It's a Friday and Nothing Can Bring Me Down

This is my Friday mantra.  No, not the rain, nor my enormous work load, not even bad calls or stubborn agents would bring me down today.  It’s a fucking Friday and I’m going to have a ball.

Whatever happened to love?

A couple of weeks ago, one of my friends said, "Love is so overrated." I was like, blink blink... "Uh, I don't know... You're talking to someone who's been happily committed -- not to mention in love -- for the past seven years. So I don't know, I don't think love is overrated."

For the past couple of weeks, I have been fortunate enough to catch up with some really good, really old friends. One of them is currently having this weird, open relationship thing, a couple of them just ended their marriages, one of them had a change of heart about taking the plunge, and one of them, is as usual being pestered by "the wrong kind of men" -- the kind with excess baggage. Times like these, I can't help but wonder whatever happened to good ol' fashioned love?! I mean, I am thankful for being lucky in love but I think I'd be happier if my friends are able to find it as well. When I meet up with friends having all kinds of horror stories about their love life, it feels awkward, 'cause I kinda feel like I cannot share my happiness with them 'cause if I do that I'd only be rubbing it in to their faces that I'm happy, and they're just cursed with having bad taste in men and women.

Oh my gawd... and I really thought that we've reached that age when we'll just laugh about our exes, the way we used to handle break ups when we were younger, but no... turns out, we'll just be talking about a longer of list of exes, and more bizarre ways of handling the most melodramatic break ups! Weirdo!

Stranded

Nope, this isn't a song. This is what my wife and I are right now -- stranded. I'd be on leave in two days to have my much-needed break after three months. I'm so pumped to catch up on my work and hopefully finish earlier than scheduled. My wife, who's currently on her first month of being eligible for the incentives has been dragging her ass to work regardless of how ill she feels just to have a perfect attendance. But no, I don't think the rain would give us a chance to accomplish these short-term goals we've set for ourselves. Haaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy!!! This isn't a good sign of things to come! I know everything has a reason... I can't wait to discover the reason behind this one...