Has it ever occurred to you, how it could be irksome to be the mainstay of the limelight of the person that you love? Becoming the attention of his life would sound and feel more than flattering, but it does come to a certain point that it becomes overstated. Infamous instances may come in all sorts- Heavy texting with an unswerving and consistent interval of at least five minutes per text message devouring your mobile phone’s inbox. Of course this would be matched by your abiding riposte to each text message or should I say delightful clutter in you mobile phone. Vagueness should not be tolerated. Content is always king. If your partner feels to cuddle and play the darling boyfriend in his messages, definitely he would be expecting that you play the ever captivating and submissive girlfriend. A dull response of “OK” over a love struck message may mean a gazillion of horrid interpretations from your boyfriend. He may feel you are quite distant and even holler that you do not have enough time for him, if you give out a dull response, or even take a couple of minutes late before you send in a descent reply. A given routine should be part of your congested schedule. It’s funny because my partner and I have always relished and delighted ourselves with our sweet nothings, like calling him every morning before I head to the office, this would be followed by a text message that I have already arrived safely, and of course, all text messages should end and conclude with a endearing “I love you.” – I even add a side-splitting smiley to denote that I meant every word and each word is embraced with so much affection and love. Dates should always be a priority. Meeting and enjoying your partner’s company should be something that to look forward to. But if you are the only one working and enduring the trauma of the corporate realm, then maybe compromising is necessary, especially if you work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week-believe it. You are hackneyed; going to the office is like meeting the devil himself. Maybe the idea of resting and just simply hanging around would have been perfect and something different, but yes, you would be enjoying a time-off from work, but if nagging is an inevitable ingredient to complete your night with your partner that, would definitely be a living nightmare! You will end up swathed with all the emotional stress that your psyche could ever endure! He should have been the first one to understand your situation but, because you are the focal point of his existence it somewhat creates a choking and skin-tight state that drives you nuts!
Its just one of those days when you really wished you have the luxury of just letting your mellifluous sheets and honeyed pillows clinch and give you so much comfort. (Not to mention the mishmash with the weather conditions)
Its pretty amazing that Im beginning to appreciate and feel the value of sleeping. Although Im allowed to go to the office at my most convenient time, still, I squabble and compel myself to still enjoy (i suppose) the morning rush hour and race together with the other commuters. (still can't afforrd my own wheels)
I fix myself a cup of my much loved brew ( its an infusion of cofee, sugar, creamer, and chocolate )- its cheap but still satisfying, then check my mail. Oh well.
Getting a brush of luck is archetypal, but being born with it is another tight spot. I have always wondered about the perplexing irony of life. Take for instance, John Carpen. He has always placed premium to his future. Everything is all set. The perfect formula has already been part of his life’s agenda to conquer his dream and to pull himself up to the zenith of the hierarchy of the labor force. He seemed to be relentless, and nonetheless surmounting all the obstacles that come his way to achieve his goal. Shatterproof and impervious to failure he finished first in his class, flaunting Latin honors in his portfolio. He would be quite a catch. With high hopes in his spirit he begins his journey for his career. Fortuitously, he made his way to one of the prevalent corporations in the country, not as one of the key stewards of the corporation, but as an underpaid, overworked and stressed office clerk. Randy Nicholson, a legendary school tyrant, who lives off with liquor and women, has never even read a single assigned reading material neither did he aced any examination, makes his way to the same company that Carpen is engaged with but, holds a significant post and bags the bigger lute. It does not only negate convention but also puts a question to what most of our parents and mentors would insist. Perhaps holding to the promise of success is nonetheless uncertain. The good guy does not always win. In reality the squeamish and nauseous protagonist subjugate all the odds and takes home the bacon in the end. Should one then, put everything to fate? Let providence take its role? Or should we still insist on our efforts everyday, hoping that a better outcome will become apparent and surface. If such would be our choice, how long should we wait until the steering wheel of life gyrates and puts itself into order? How should justice prevail in this dilemma?

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