Gusty Milenyo brings forth stray thoughts...

I am staring wistfully at the torn leaves and branches being strewn about carelessly by the wind outside the AIM library's glass windows. Whilst some people dislike bad weather, I find it strangely ... refreshing. Okay, wise-aleck guys, its refreshing coz of the huge gusts of wind...but aside from that smarty-pants, there is something beautiful about seing nature's little tantrums.

Many were the times wherein I would go traipsing about in the wind and rain (nope, not in the shower of hailstones) while I was growing up.... first in Mandaue City, then in Cebu City. My mom would chide me since I had by then acquired a prune-like appearance while at the same time proudly sporting a lovely shade of robin's egg blue..but I'd prance about in our backyard and laugh at the sky despite my mom's madly waving arms.

I really do wish I had my camera with me, then I could record this furious mini-typhoon winds pushing about helter-skelter different materials outside the Zen Garden. Nowadays, when bad weather or even the threat of rain shows up on the horizon, I immediately seek shelter in a building, very unlike before the carefree days of my youth.

I wish I had the guts to recapture that kind of behaviour but my doing so here, in this crowded metropolis, will only will, I'm afraid, subject me to curious stares from passerbys. Nobody I think would want to share in my joy of cavorting in wet clothes underneath the pouring rain. Hmm...not unless they were aspiring bold starlets...dressed skimpily in a white tshirt and short shorts..

But I'm digressing. Suffice to say...a good dose of pouring rain is nice medicine once in a while. Why, it has forced me to not go to to work today, and instead I am given the chance to stop, marvel and remember more peaceful days. Thats one good refreshing slap in the face (^_^) to bring me back to my senses and priorities. But that is another thread of thought I will be writing in another day, another time and certainly not a public blog...hehehe

 

Senti night

 I bumped into one of my graduate school classmates tonight at Glorietta. He was with his wife. He told me he would be leaving this Sunday for the US, and that he was going to stay in Seattle. Funny thing was that its been so long since I last saw him but I could still remember the other occasions like the christening of his first child (and son) which I had attended with my other classmates, all the way in Cavite.

 That other day stands out in my mind..it was hot, hot, hot all the way out there. The food was...well, filling and good considering I could eat a horse during those days (and a boar and an elephant...). I was wearing this Indian blouse my learning team mate Keenan had given me (red and green thread seemed to be interwoven very closely giving it a red or green sheen with some gold mixed in it). Nice thing to wear for pictures and momentous memorable events like that.

After the lunch and cooing and drooling over the baby (hey, it was a two-way drool!), our group went out to explore that resort in Cavite. I went back to AIM with Bong afterwards zigzagging along the road because both of us didn't know the way back and I remember I had a headache, which fizzled out when I went back to my 24-hour airconditioned room and slumped like a limp noodle onto the bed.

 Why do I remember it now? Well, I guess you could say it started out last Friday, when I got a text from Sir Boboy telling me that Jasper (another classmate) had left for Singapore that night. While Jas had told me on his birthday he would be leaving for Singapore to join his wife, and leave his cushy (ehem) job at Globe, I promised not to tell other people about it to avoid nipping in the bud any plans (ow, be superstitious why don'cha?)...and suddenly the news hit me like a thrown tub of water when it became reality.

 Last month I confirmed that Bong was leaving for the US and resigning from SM. Then came Jas, and now it was Wes and his family. Sir Boboy texted me saying we could expect this because this is what our AIM stint had resulted in. But I couldn't help but think, well what about all those people who are leaving the Philippines even before and until now? They didn't need or have an AIM degree to know/feel/see that something is seriously wrong with our country.

 Years before, my then-boyfriend and my officemates (current and ex-ones too) urged me to to work abroad, and there I was being noble and optimistic about the Philippines, saying we can still do something about helping our country here.

They say AIM makes you think/react/work etc. faster and you could see the big picture clearly. Well yeah...I'll give them that...but sadly..can I be blamed for being sentimental and sad when all I can see now is really an exodus of Filipinos or as a professor once told me...like rats deserting a sinking ship...please don't tell me this will turn out to be a diaspora?

 Well, anyway, before my maudlin thoughts keep cropping up like flies in a dung heap (urgh!), I  will stop myself. I started out writing since I felt some sentimental thoughts about my batch, and I really enjoyed myself with making friends with this particular group of people...the same way I feel about my college and to some degree my high school classmates too (well, when one is young, one doesn't form too many attachments or maybe that was just my case).

I'm just rambling really, writing what pops out at this time of night...still though, who is next?

Feeling young and restless

So I am 36..going on 37...but can I help it if I feel as carefree as a young doe frolicking around the green, green fields of home? <grin>

I sometimes wonder at myself...I am reaching forty carats, am not actively looking for a boyfriend or partner in crime but sometimes though I do see those sweet couples, holding hands while walking (HHWW ba?) and  I shake my head...how many of those do turn out to last till they are in their golden years? and how many are really truly loving couples?

While I can easily take the way out and engage in some frivolous love affair, I still do think wistfully sometimes..where the heck is my soulmate? he better not be engaging in some frivolous love affair himself!

*devious wink*

2nd vacation for 2006 in Cebu

Start:	Sep 30, '06 9:00p
End:	Oct 7, '06
Location:	Cebu City, Philippines

Got a free Cebu Pacific ticket from my dad. While the timing isn't what I wanted it to be (Nov would have been ideal), I certainly intend to take full advantage of going home for a week to my beautiful, hot, humid island in the pacific.

Tipped Off

Tony Navarro, bless his generous soul, only personally met me once at the CEST Office, and that time was for an interview...well sort of. I think I got the job but the CEO wanted me to meet with him and I was intrigued. Well, since his surname is Navarro and my dad's oldest sibling (my aunt Helen or Tita Nena as we call her had married a Navarro: Tito Oguing, who belonged to the Surigao clan of politicians)...but well maybe that will be another entry some day.

However, Sir Tony (my STC training has ingrained in me the habit of calling other people either Sir, Miss or Madam) was kind enough to let me start borrowing from his collection of management books. I started reading this morning "The Tipping Point". I'm only in the section of Connectors, Mavens and Salesmen.

I am beginning to like this book. Granted, Prof Sonny had made me interested in this before, but that was probably because he is just a very good presentor of ideas...he can make a dull subject sound fascinating...really..

Early today, I suddenly had this thought out of the blue. By golly, I think I'm a connector, or..at least I can be if I just left myself go. That bears more thinking. I'm older, not necessarily wiser, and I'm unhappy with the thought that I'm actually less daring than I was before. Tsk..tsk..this isn't good.

I like people, really I do..but deep down I think I am a loner. Weird huh? Or maybe I just need some off time to recharge and to be myself before I can surround and be pulled into other people's worlds....

The call of my stomach interrupts my thoughts before they become too introspective.

Mood: green

Fine, I admit it...am really green today. Nope, not thinking "hentai thoughts" or anything green-minded in that sense..its just that....am really green with envy when I think of the other people who have managed to post their thoughts on to the blog, post their new pics to share with other people, and did what they wanted to do today.

I would have loved to -

- read the books I bought at the WTC's 27th Intl Book Fair last Sunday
- finish reading the books I bought at WTC's 26th Intl Book Fair (Yes, last year! And... I haven't finished them until now! *sobs*)
- borrow some cool anime series and watch them...something to soothe my ruffled feathers
- eat more penne arriabiata and have some pastries on hands for my snacks today
- eat crispy chicken skin and not feel guilty about it
- pet my cutie-cutie Japanese spitz dogs (who are in Cebu and not getting any younger or not having any inclination towards procreation)
- just emulate a stone at the Ortigas park to and watch the sun slowly move across the sky

Maybe am too shallow with my desires but isn't life supposedly so I can live it to the fullest. Maybe someday I will make a list of 100 things I would like to do before I die. Getting maudlin..must be the hunger pangs.

Still, the pasta last night which I had for dinner during an impromptu outing with officemates involved in other projects..was great....it makes me feel warm all over......sure the pressure is here..but with occasional good food, good company...well, life is worth those little things...
Harking back to the Rubaiyat - "a loaf of bread, a jug of wine...and thou.."
I have to fine the "thou" though (^_^)

Break from work is over..back to the grindstone.