Monday, 27 October 2008
Friday, 24 October 2008
Drained
Exact word to describe me these days. During the three-day drill of torture, I didn't want to think anymore. Not even the food that I should put in my mouth. It was that mentally excruciating for me. And a joke that I shared with my Scottish colleague,
my brain's spitting out a lot of figures. I'm sorry but the 10M quota. Paging clients!
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Stocks Basics
What are stocks really? How they are traded? Would you buy stocks and much more? Do you know what causes prices to change? Tell me quick... where to put your money and help me out in making investment decisions. Because the only risk I know I've learned so far is, protect myself from getting dark circles under my eyes and be one of those sad guys on trading floors. I just can't be one of 'em. Please.
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
Sunday, 12 October 2008
Saturday, 11 October 2008
Monday, 6 October 2008
Sunday, 5 October 2008
From The Mail
Why why why do we have to part?
When life is such an art.
It may be cubism to thee,
or realism to me.
Do you prefer Zobel's abstract?
Or Amorsolo's real life?
To answer you dearest, I grew up in Amorsolo's light. If you thought I'd like to conjoin myself to the leisure of the world, I think I deserve a life that defines me.
boyeng, my boyeng
thoughts of you still fills my mind
though life is so unkind
boyeng, my boyeng
Sweetie, of my heart
why do we have to part
our life changed so much
why can't it stay as such
through random destiny we met
til the time we got wet
from pagadian's rain
to our hearts pain
take care my Sweetie,
this Pumpkin's gotta part.
You lavished me with your love and devotion. I didn't take that for granted. I hope. It was a profuse courtship. You were very extravagant to me. The daily courier service. When Mr. Messenger who always showed up at almost same time of every day, that after a lengthy period of time my two adorable spitz finally acquiesced to his regular visibility not having too territorial anymore. Books, mags and any read-thing you thought I'd like... You scrounged your aunt's bookstore, or had gone far north just so to delight the pleasures of my eyes. Chocolates, fruities and all sweets. Even the tea bags you got me from China or elsewhere, or the fruition of your labor from your family's grand orchard, neither the butterflies you took from your Nai-nai's gardenia nor the flowers you plucked were put to waste. I savored in this graciousness you exhibited, more so indulged me of long hours of nonsense over phone whenever I was on a hissy fit. What more I could want?
You didn't stop despite an intervening space measured a greater telephone bill rate. Nor the expanse of communication were put to limit. You stretched poles and contested at will that courtship knows no boundaries, that it doesn't end there because I moved out of country. But I think I have the end of the bargain. So I had to. And it's been almost a year now since I last told you two years ago. A year of distant thoughts, smiles, or like-ness. Until today. I thank you for this mail. I feel released from this pang of guilt I knew I've hurt you.
You're most kind and understanding person. You have a big heart and very down-to-earth. But wealth is never important. You need to get out of that shelter sometimes, from the comfort zones which veneer you of what life should take about. It's rough I know, but the truth is, I could not take myself for a business trip. If you want to start a relationship, make it a relationship; not a business creation.
Because I was never part of a business deal. Nor I am business itself.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
One friend online. Idle. Left a message.
I want a slap.7 minutes later, my phone rang.
Go on, sap.Muffled sobs... convulsive breathings... hushed. My refusal to speak didn't stop him to torment me in what he calls one of my-fits, the recounted saga of life's dailiness and its sagging edges. Declivitous. Revealing against my desire. Tears; it pours out my heart.
You chose to be in that tangle. You outline everything in obscure ways, because you think life won't be as carefree without the twists and off-the-beaten-tracks. Why are you crying now?He said that in pure contemptuous mirth. Succinct and true, like a two-edged sword gashed through me.
