makati city
"it’s better to burn out than fade away." – kurt cobain, 1967-1994
finally, i’m back. been buried by lots of things these past weeks i was totally asphyxiated. in fact, i was feeling i would puke every time i heard deck, csat, meeting, trends and analyses. these call centre higher ups patois cached me from seeing sunlight i almost believed i was interred six feet under. good thing chika surged like raging lava; otherwise, i would definitely end up cockscrewing my dandruff-clinging hair like a true blue nuts.
too morbid is my description because it really was. no other description is more apt. no hyperbolism. when i said "battles are my business," it did not occur to me that i would sweat bullets and canon balls in braving them.
this is far different from the usual hell weeks in college days. this was a matter of life and death...and surviving. for the first time, i was able to do an analysis, which was to be sent directly to client, in 20 minutes. this was on top of the deck that was to be sent to general manager and that entailed a series of focus group discussions and brow-knitting and mind-wringing. and again, on top of seminars and training i had to undergo.
and i survived. i can smile now because i am able to spend more than 3 hours of sleep. my skype status is already changed from "do not disturb" to "available", which means i am free to unleash my power to chika once more. i consider it right timing as a lot of changes, updates, transformations and metamorphoses have just taken place.
it’s better not to delve too much into negativity. the fact is, i survived. these past weeks too, my friend ayin introduced this positive thinking thing with the gist revolving around seeing things in rose coloured glasses. though skeptical at first, ayin was able to bring me around in trying this. anyway, wala namang mawawala sa akin.
so there goes my haggard days, the flow part of the vicious cycle of ebb and flow. now, it’s my turn to go back to sipping banana daiquiris atop of banana boat.
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