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audentes fortuna juvat: a dream almost come true..
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chalkleight
chalkleight
Los Banos, Laguna, Philippines
usually first impression s'kin mataray,masungit and the likes..uhm,sad to say totoo un kc hndi ako msyadong sociable unless there's something in one person that i really like..sbi ng mga close s'kin good listener dw ako but i think im better in ignoring what they are saying pero when i feel n kylangn mo tlga ng mkikinig sau game ako lalo n kung nkakarelate ako s topic mo..'yoko s mga self-proclaimed..those who say a lot 'bout themselves (who cares 'bout them,anyway?) hehehe..trip ko mga humorous kc moody ako..another thing 'bout me is ung temper ko..uhm,it's always at the edge, u knw what i mean..if u nid 2 knw more basahin mo mga testi s'kin kc im sure they say a lot of things 'bout me.. :]
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Sunday, January 04, 2009
a dream almost come true..
a dream almost come true..
it was so real, then it suddenly popped out of the crispy cold morning..
i woke up at 8am, take note that i was supposed to be at my workplace already by then..it didn't bother me..why would it? i always considered myself to be the boss..i felt a pride on owning my time. at 9am, i texted one of the project leaders..i said that i would be very late, she replied that it wouldn't be a problem at all.
then my alarm rang..
fortunately and/or unfortunately (i can't decide which one), i was dreaming..it was just a hopeful scene to go to work very late, unashamed..what a nerve shara! to think that it was the first day of work this year!
so what really happened was that i woke up at 6:30am (amazingly 5hrs earlier than my usual waking up time during that grand Christmas vacation at home), managed to finish a boring breakfast, took a punishingly cold bath (in a fifty-percent-hydrophobic manner), got inside my shirt and pants, put on a sweater, ran a hand straightly through my hair which was still freshly dripping (thanks to my trusted conditioner), grabbed my bag and oof i went..goosebumps all over..half-frozen.
i wasn't sure about how "exact" my time was. might be advanced. might be exact. might be late. i was praying hard for it to be either advanced or exact..please, never be late..but i was already deciding on the alternatives if the latter was the case.
cars passed me by..familiar plate numbers..different colors..elegant black. mysterious purple. gorgeous red. i smiled. why worry?? i was inside my lucky shirt by the way.^____^
i crossed the pedestrian lane..walked a bit faster..still smiling despite the questioning looks on the faces of other passersby..at last, i caught glimpse of the (pause, no good adjective available) blue bus. i stepped inside it..trying not to look harassed by time..hayy
i took the vacant last seat. and oh! the irony of life! on 2009's first bus ride, i was sitting with the most snobbish guy of PNCM. darn! there was a large gap between us anyway. thank goodness..and then bus left..convinced that i was the last passenger to board.
the flag ceremony started..then the announcements..and then i heard a damn familiar word..deadline..oh, how i missed it. someone said that each URA1 was asked to write a performance target between January and June, deadline is on monday next week..argh! i'll be absent on that day! that would mean that i'll have to pass it this friday already. uhh..a deadline indeed.
my working desk was the same as when i left it last year..wooden box of gram-stained slides, the last year's calendar, scratch paper under my white mug, used face mask, a pile of readings, record book..dust..layers of it..
the only thing i missed about that desk was my green-framed,oval mirror resting on one corner. i looked at it and saw, who else, but my face..with that familiar look of longing for the sweet protective warmth of my bed against the bone-chilling air (yawn).
