and now there is only one...
POSTED AT 03:22 PM

cruboy

yes, another one of the infamous phenom three is gone... the one i thought was more decent of the lot anyway... but i guess reforms are not well accepted in a traditionalist environment.  if you want to rock the boat, make sure you are tied up on the mast or else you're likely the one to fall off first.  i suppose that is what happened. direct conflict with your superior is crazy suicide... like downing cyanide and throwing yourself off a skyscraper surrounded by a moat of lava.  it is crazy suicide.

"a conservative is someone who believes in reform. but not now." - msahl

it is sad in a way cause some of the ideas our reformist had was great, he had a vision of a better work place much like what i a had a few years back until i became jaded.  he reminded me of that vision again, and i somehow felt validated; that i wasn't crazy alone or something. but like all mirages, it faded into the harsh barren reality when he was tossed overboard.  poor fella, i hope he had his lifesaver on or something. i’m no life guard to jump after him, never into that kind of deep waters anyway.

so we are now down to one, i guess surprisingly the most clever of the lot.  the last of the phenom has somehow assimilated into the system quickly. we have a class one chameleon, i suppose it is part of our survival instinct is to blend with the environment to elude the preying eyes. if you live in the river you should make friends with the crocodile. he manages to stay unnoticed for now and another day is another day.

on the side note, darwin is back from canada for a couple of weeks atleast. one of my high school classmates, like way freshman. so we had a reunion of sort, and it is good to know that something, and some people slightly change; still laughin about old jokes and making all those silly remarks and everything, it is also equally enlightening that there are also some serious talks about being married, having kids, about work and stuff, though i can only relate to some; moments of mature conversations that we would never have back in college... of plans for the future and all; though i can only relate to some, hehe.  it is good to be just talking with your old friends.

"the better part of one's life consists of his friendships." -amechado

Reading: christ the lord: out of egypt - anne rice
Listening to: stupid for you - marie digby
Watching: starwars new hope
Feeling: bored

damn the flood
POSTED AT 03:51 PM

cruboy

"what quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity..."

10:45am. i woke up because my dog was barking, not the usual bark due to hostile intruders, but more like a 
bark for help... still in bed when i opened my eyes i could see water creeping inside my room from the door... immediately i realized: the puppies in the living room! sure enough in ankle deep water the puppies were floating everywhere, and so  are whatever stuff on the floor... when i found all six of them and put them over the table i went for the  power panel to turn off the electricity before i get electrified from all the extension wires running around the house.  the maid was out with my mother, my brothers and cousins were out for work, it was me and cousin ning who just got home that morning from albay who are in the house.  i woke her up somehow in my flurry of  making sure everything is unreached by the incoming water coming from everywhere. 

it was like an act of cleansing and purge; and the image of the great biblical deluge crossed my mind, this could be the end of it all. i looked all over the house and i had to prioritize items that will sustain the recovery first, clothes and beddings, and source of food. then i looked over my room, and made me think which i would save and spare and which of them i could let go.  tough choices, but i had to act.  priority had to go with most current and more expensive collections: books, toys and what nots. in two hours the water soon levelled but almost knee high in my bedroom which was the highest part of the house.  the water stayed awhile but by 4:00pm, there was only mud and ruin.

"...when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone..."

i did not realize how much stuff we had on the floor... whatever it was on the lower shelves are ruined. some cleansing, some purging... it was only mud and ruin... in the end it felt more like vengeance and spite... from nature... from god.  i lost two puppies eventually (they must have fallen off the table somehow) and some other stuff which we can live without... that was sad.  i felt worse when i found that my box of old letters got drowned... letters since grade school and up, wedding invites from college friends, memorabilia, silly love letters from high school and college, some journals from old high school barkadas that we pass around during class, tickets from all the plays and movie premiers i have seen, post cards from different places from friends and relatives... it may seem like a pile of junk, but it meant more to me...  sniff.

i am deeply saddened also to learn that others have suffered fate worse than i did, two of my officemates lost everything, others are still in waters... i could not even imagine how that must have felt.  should i be thankful?  it all seems callous... i refuse to be thankful, instead i pray that everyone who were affected by this disaster to have the strength and wit to survive, the perseverance and will to endure, the hope and faith to recover.

"...and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs." - gelliot

...damn the flood.

 

 

Reading: christ the lord: out of egypt - anne rice
Listening to: bridge over troubled water - paul simon
Watching: the borrowed sword
Feeling: damp, very damp