Life's Choices

Dearest Net Friend, You were asking me earlier today (1:30 am) what my blogs contained: I told you it was snatches of my life story. Then you asked me if it contained you and I typed a short "no". I know you were hurt because you asked me what you had to do so you can be part of my life story. Again... Sign in to see full entry.

I really hate goodbyes. I remember I always cried when I was a child when my parents leave us to visit the province; I cried, too, when I transferred schools in the middle of my kindergarten year. My brother goes home on vacation every year (been doing this for almost 20 years now) but I am still... Sign in to see full entry.

I have often wondered what people would say of me when I die. I really have not gone out of my way to be good, but neither was I the reason for any brawl or fighting or anything chaotic that would disturb my otherwise "peaceful" life. The idea was brought to mind when I recently watched the movie... Sign in to see full entry.

February 22, 2008: Exactly 2 weeks since I left that place called my office. For a while, I stopped sulking over my fate. I was going to see the fruit of my labors, an investment I made some years ago, my little place. I was in my ususal cheery mood: cooked breakfast, sipped my coffee lazily as I... Sign in to see full entry.

For those who may have known my Dad, they may have said that my Dad was a no nonsense guy. He speaks only when spoken to and when alone, is usually watching the news or with a book gently rocking his chair. For me, my Dad was my best friend. My chilhood was one which was not altogether exceptional... Sign in to see full entry.

It was 30 minutes to 6pm before I finally decided to call it a day. Suddenly my mobile rings-the familiar high pitched tone of my friend booms "Hello? Where are you?" "Just around.." was my curt reply. Just in time. I was actually planning to go home after a not so successful day of job hunting.... Sign in to see full entry.

Well, here I am looking at my watch and counting how much I would have to pay the internet cafe. The 19th of February, the eleventh day that I am out of job. The question still rings....did I make the right move? Seems like ages ago, I made the decision to quit my job. Foolish pride? Maybe. Hurt?... Sign in to see full entry.