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What started out with a few petty fights had escalated, full-blown, into a call for time apart. We each had lives to live and, apparently, we had not been prepared to include one another in our personal triumphs and struggles just yet. And so it ends here, for the meantime, until we find that silver lining from our respective storm clouds, the bulk of which is his that's why I mourn greater. When it will be, only destiny can tell.

Meanwhile, we go on existing.

Interim Solo-Flighter Turns Renegade

Half of my hair is gone and more. I only intended to accompany Hazel who was having her hair ironed straight, when the forces of impulse dragged me into that dreaded chair in front of a huge mirror to have my 6-month-old hair trimmed. Admittedly, I am one among the throng who believes heart troubles can be somehow assuaged by having hair chopped off, as if it could change the state of things.

Not satisfied with the trim, and feeling mighty rebellious, I asked to have light brown streaks to go with my then virgin hair. Now I have highlights. And no matter what people say about it looking good on me, I still feel it makes me looks like a cultural dancer. But that's just me. If I knew how to upload pictures in this godforsaken blog, I'd show you.

Modern Living

My first ever credit card arrives this week. Finally, my room will look more like me. I rub my hands in anticipation of new appliances and room furnishings. Hmm… maybe I should paint my walls with cartoons of jungle animals. Sadly, I will need my artist to make this happen.

Perks of the Job

What I like about writing for the broadsheet is being able to meet the quirky PR people and enjoying the freebies that go with them. I am in love with PR people; they may not be the nicest and most genuine people around (hehe) but they sure know how to have a good time! Here's to the future parties!

The press junket to a fantastic and heavenly island in Visayas is soon to happen. I am thankful that my name was one of the four picked out of the hat for the 4-day trip. Note to self: lose weight ASAP.

All in a Day’s Work

The 1 to 8 job has become a mechanical task. The kind of writing I do here requires a lot of patience, discipline and, in the long-run, genuine interest with what's happening in the international business scene. I find the last part quite difficult to accomplish, but since it's where I extract my bread and butter, I have to learn to live with it and appreciate; be thankful I have it because not everyone can. The benefits are stellar and the office has a very relaxed atmosphere so I can’t complain. Plus, they encourage me to continue writing for other media to hone my creativity (which is, by the way, rare in most companies). I also get to be on the Internet all the time.

Acknowledgements

Thank god I have friends who, despite being as twisted and dissatisfied with life as I am, are still alive, a little sane, and available whenever I need someone to talk to. Most of them have already contemplated suicide but never went for it because they realized they are too great to be lost in this world. You know who you are and I’m glad you’re holding on.

I'll probably go on hiatus for a while. Since everybody is seeking to find themselves recently, I have decided to join the cartel and try to discover what I really want out of life. It is possible that I will only find happiness when I distance myself from the rest of the world and commune with my shadow.

Until then.