The Spirit Carries On

Sinasabi ko na nga ba eh, ang trabaho nakakasira ng blogging. Matagal akong di naka-update dito. Mula ng nalipat ako ng ibang departamento dito sa trabaho, parang kapos ako palagi sa oras, panay tambak pa ng boss ko ng trabaho. Pagdating sa bahay tuloy pa rin sa aking gawa, mahirap mabuntunan ng trabaho. Mabuti na lang dumating itong Semana Santa, yung apat na araw na walang pasok, napunan ko at natapos ko rito sa bahay ang mga trabahong di matapos-tapos. Mahirap yung kasabihan na "Kung wala ka time mag-relax at puro ka na lang gawa...ibig sabihin ay wala kang trabahong natatapos". Tama nga naman, may oras ka ngang mag-relax kapag lahat ng obligasyon ay tapos.

Eto, nakasilip ako ng pagkakataon na mabisita ang aking Blog at nakapag-update, medyo nakakabato lang ang kwento ko ngayon...mukhang malapit na ring langawin itong site.

1. Natapos ko ng gawin ang "Individual Development Plan" ng aking mga tao. Ito yung training at developement ng bawa't isa. Aalamin ang kalakasan at kahinaan ng mga individual at dito mo ibabase ang pahubog ng isang empleyado para sa kinabukasan ng kanyang propesyon. Isa sa pinakamahalagang aspeto sa tagumpay ng negosyo ay ang pag-invest o pamumuhunan sa paghubog sa "technical skills" ng isang tao at palakasin ang kanyang mga potentials. Kapag highly-technical at competent ang kalipunan ng isang kompanya, garantisado ang tagumpay ng kalakal o negosyo.

2. Medyo maganda at relax na ako sa relasyon ko sa aking bagong grupo. Bilang namumuno, obligasyon kong mapalapit sa kanilang kalooban at alamin lahat ng concerns. One-on-one, nakausap ko sila at nagsabi naman sila ng kanilang mga nasa loobin.

3. Kagagaling ko lang sa Bulacan, isa sa mga "sister company" at nagdaos ako ng training sa isang grupo doon. Ito yung tinatawag na "Apollo Root Cause Analysis"...isang mabisang tool na magagamit para sa pagsusuri at pagtuklas sa ugat ng isang problema. Ito ay isinasagawa para makagawa ng mabibisang lunas o action plans at maiwasan ang pag-ulit nito. Sa katapusan, gagawin ko rin ito rito sa kompanya dito sa Rizal, sa isang linggo, lilipad ako sa Iligan at sa kalagitnaan ng Abril, sa Batangas Plant naman.

      

 

 

4. Nagkaroon di ako ng pagkakataon na makapag-prosisyon nitong Mahal na Araw. Humingi ng kapatawaran sa mga pagkukulang at kasalanan nagawa. Salamat naman at di ako umusok ng magbendisyon ng agua de bendita ng pari...hehehe. Medyo malayo-layo din ang aming nilakad, pero nakakawalang pagod rin dahil bukod sa isang paraan ito ng pagsasakripisyo, kasama ko sa paggunita ng mahal na araw ang aking pamilya.

      

 

 

5. Panghuli, bago magsemana, nagkaroon kami ng gig ng aking banda sa kaarawan ng isang kaibigan. Ito na yun pinaghandaan ng grupo. Maski kapos sa ensayo at medyo kinakalawang na kami, nakaraos din at nasiyahan ang mga dumalo. 

     

 

 

Salamat nga pala sa mga kaibigan na kahit kapos sa oras at busy sa mga gawain ay nakadadalaw pa rin dito sa aking blogsite. Paumanhin rin sa inyo at medyo madalang rin ang dalaw ko sa sites ninyo...pagluwag-luwag, nariyan na lang ako't magbabasa sa inyong mga kuwento. Hanggang sa muli...makakalaya rin ako sa santambak na trabaho...lapit na...

The Euphoric Sense

Today marked the start of my appoinment as the new head of a department. I have assumed the position as the Methods Manager for the Preventive and Predictive Maintenance Department...a section wherein it functions to provide an efficient and effective Maintenance Program to improve the plant reliability and reduce the maintenance cost.

I had a heavy heart this morning bidding goodbye to my Automation group which i had been working everyday for the past 16 years. Within that long span, a friendship was developed amongst us, respect with each was upheld at a very high level...we had been friends all throughout.

I met my new team today, i was introduced by the division manager and i delivered a very short speech which started like this: "the system that has been laid out and used in this department are functioning well, i have no plans of altering them rather expect some rooms for improvement. i need all the support i can get from each one as i'd devote all the support i could give...."...hahaha, korny ano?!

It was an awkward day...we discussed work in a serious manner, no jokes as i usually do with my previous group to relieve tension and formalites. Definetly it works that way. It was only a day and i am terribly missing them. I wish new friendship blooms within the new team...and i intend to build the atmosphere the soonest. I am aware that in general, casual..not close friendships are preferable in business. Casual ones are safest but i definetly prefer the latter...workplace friendships among co-workers reap positive results, and by all means retard accelerated aging.

Carriers Of The Scars Of Life

Yesterday was a holiday in celebration of the EDSA 1 revolution. It was a free day and i did not report myself to work. Instead, woke up early, had my usual coffee, egg and bread, packed my guitar with my pick and extra set of strings and drove straight to a cousin's house in Marikina. We had this scheduled practice with my band for a forthcoming "small-small" gig at a friend's birthday. Syempre, we have to be prepared para hindi naman kami magmukhang lata.

But that was not the story is all about. While i was on a traffic stop at the intersection of Masinag and Marcos Hi-way, a barely 8-year-old skinny boy, in his soiled clothes and smudge on his face knocked on my side seat with his palm open. Without a word, it is understood he was begging for some alms. I just picked up a five-peso coin and hand it over to him while i kept my eyes on the traffic lights. He ran across the street and handed the coin to a woman with a small girl seating right at a corner looking dejected. I thought, it could be his mother and younger sister. The woman was more skinny, with clothes that could have been a thousand times worn without a wash. Her sad face had all these wrinkles formed, weary eyes were so evident and the soiled feet that were only covered by an old "tsinelas". They were the common beggars of the society.

A few kilometers after the Go signal, the thought of the boy's and my younger son's faces flashed and i cannot believe myself giving an alms of five pesos. While driving, i had some questions in my head: " ano mabibili nung limang peso, kendi, tig-iisa para sa kanilang tatlo?! kung anak ko yung namamalimos, bibigyan ko rin ng lima?". what was i thinking?...i felt i was so insensible, kuripot, manhid, walang-paki. Tangna...the guilt struck me right at that moment. Noon lang ako nakaramdam ng ganun.

During the practice, Bosyo, our bass dude approached me then asked, "brod, mukhang out of this world ka 'ata ngayun. Matamlay ka ah...me problema ba?". I had to narrate what happened and what i just did. He smiled, tapped my shoulders then said:" brod, kung bibigyan kita ng limang piso, ano kaya mararamdaman mo ngayon". That answered all my questions that even affirmed my guilt i had been inducing a few hours back. After the practice, Bosyo tapped me at the back of my head (binatukan ako) and suggested, "bro, samahan kita, balikan natin yung biktima mo at gawan mo ng paraan, pagkatapos nun hatid mo ako sa bahay". We drove ahead, stopped by a convenient store and bought a few goods and bread then went straight to that intersection. The boy was nowhere in sight but the woman and the young girl were still at their old post. I handed the plastic bag to the woman and gave her a nod, a retired smile was her reply and uttered in a silent tone..."salamat po".

Right at that moment, i felt a big relief. Di ko ma-eksplika ang sarili ko but it was great...a prized redemption for a wicked man. Bosyo, who was left sitting at the car was smiling then flashed a thumbs up in affirmation. He is one of the simplest, nicest, kind-hearted, crazy guy, i've known and i really admire him for that. When i reached home, i've told my wife about what happened. She pinched my left ear lobe and said:" Tama yang ginawa mo". Sure, the government discourages giving to street beggars...by our gifts, we give them a reason to be on the street rather than in an environment where they could be helped. But it is difficult to turn our backs to people in distress.
 

I had a good sleep last night. I've relialized that we shouldn't wait for the next Tsunami to see less fortunate, distressed and tormented people. There are a lot of them around us.

Horsemen Coming Right Through

It was the night when the "Red Horse" beer drinkers and hell raisers were on the loose. Gabi ng despedida ng isang barkada papuntang Saudi at paikot-ikot kami sa kawalan para mairaos ang gabi. Ang hanap namin ay yung medyo masaya (hindi yung malaswa) para naman nakangiting pasakay ng eroplano itong kaibigan namin. At napadpad kami rito sa Klownz, Araneta. Wala na talagang mapuntahan, baka maubos lang ang oras sa kaiikot.

At ito ang resulta:

 

Maraming bayot na standup comedian at di talaga ako matawa. Di ko masakyan ang mga pinagsasabi bukod pa sa hindi wholesome...eh, pang wholesome tayo, hehehe. Ewan, nakakasawa na rin sigurong manood ng ganoong tema kaya nilunod ko na lang sarili ko sa beer.
 

 

Mga ala una ng madaling araw, ito na ang Aegis which was great. Tuminding ang balahibo ko sa boses ng dalawang babaeng belters. Bukod sa matataas ang boses ay wala ka pang marinig na sayad maski minsan. At sa kanila pa ako natawa sa kanilang mga jokes. Mga komedyante rin pala (in their own rights) itong dalawang chick vocals.

Nag-enjoy ako sa mini concert. Alas tres ng umaga na kami nauwi at pumasok pa ako ng trabaho ng 7 am. Eto, gusto ng magsara ang mata ko sa antok.

Ode to a Lady

Valentine's Day na naman...maalala ko pati noong ako'y nanliligaw pa sa asawa ko. Kasamahan ko siya sa trabaho, nasa Poduction Department siya, Admin Assistant, at ako naman eh, nasa Electrical Department. Hatid-sundo ko siya sa opis, guwardya-Jawo style, at noong araw ng Valentines, pumasok ako sa opisina niya, me dalang isang bungkos ng red roses, a card and some chocolates. Pagka-abot ko sa kanya, sigawan at palakpakan ang kanyang mga officemates samantalang siya ay nakangiti at nagba-blush. Pero wala sa akin ang kantiyaw noon, basta in-love, kumakapal ang mukha ko, lumalakas ang loob...naroon pa ang kanyang boss, sinusundo ko na pauwi...walanghiya kasi ako noong araw. Ewan, marami mga akward na bagay na nagawa ko. Ganyan yata pag umiibig.

 

Kahapon nai-date ko siya (kasama ang aking mga anak at kasama sa bahay). Nag-ihaw ako ng tilapia, nagkilaw ng dilis at nagluto ng ginataang langka. Sinamahan ko na rin ng fresh buko juice para kumpleto. Yes, kumain, nag-lunch kami sa labas...sa likod ng bahay. Ay, talagang super ang kain, sira lahat ang kanilang diet. Di na kailangan ang engranding date sa restaurant, importante maipakita at maipadama kung gaano kahalaga ang isang tao. Bago matulog syempre sinambit ko na yung aking "I Love You" with a kiss at pinabasa ko na itong minadaling poem na gawa ko para sa kanya. Syempre, the rest is history ika nga...hehehe.

Ode to My Lady

 

 

The past thirteen years, is worth a hundred and nine,
There is not a bit of boredom between us two;
Though i may not be on your side every tick of time,
I'd always pause, stop my stride and think of you.

After a hard days work, the energy reserved,
To scrample home without delay to be on time;
And see you sit by the window, yawning sleepily, unfazed;
Holding back for your old man, unweathered, trusting he's fine.

For all the fascinating years gone by;
Now may ask you to pause the nag and shut up for a while,
As i raise my glass in tone and say;
For any day is Valentines, you would always be my queen of the day.

"Happy Valentines" to you, my everdearest,
Here is a toast to a fine and dear lady...
Who unselfishly devotes her love to me at best,
I will forever value the love and carry your heart with me.

Loud and Proud

Woohoo...just received a small package from my good childhood friend, Tikoy from L.A. Some usual assorted canned goods and the best was an 8-piece carefully-packed metal CD's. Tikoy...man, salamat. Di ka pa rin nakakalimot, sa susunod sana samahan mo naman ng 501, hehehe. You're the best, bro!

  Mabubulabog na naman ang mga tutuli ko nito, and the new CD's are:
1. Dream Theater - Awake
2. Dream Theater - Cleaning Out The Closet
3. Arch Enemy - Anthems of Rebellion
4. Blind Guardian - A Night at The Opera
5. Nightwish - Wishmaster
6. Dragonheart - Throne of the Alliance
7. Rob Zombie - Hellbilly Deluxe
8. Manowar - Louder Than Hell

Baduy Nga Ba?

Nagkaroon uli ako ng tsansa na makapuntang Makati kahapon. Sumakay lang ako ng jeepney, tamad akong magdala ng sasakyan kapag doon ang punta ko...mawawala talaga ako sa pagmamamaneho. Bukod sa hindi ako sanay sa lugar, napakaraming kalye na one way at nagpapalit pa ng scheme madalas. One way ngayun, sa isang linggo iba na. Sanay naman ako sa jeep, tricycle, ordinary bus, karetela pa nga kung minsan pag nasa probinsya. Pinakamatindi na nasakyan ko papuntang baryo (sa bukid) ay yung tinatawag nilang "kuliglig". Isang improvised na sasakyan (mini-tractor that doubles as a passenger vehicle). Bukod sa maingay, masakit sa puwet sa lakas ng vibration. Pagbaba mo galing sa sakay, parang nanginginig at umaalog pa rin ang katawan mo.

Napalayo ako. Habang nakasakay sa jeepney me nag-uusap na dalawang estudyanteng babae, makikinis at nagbubungisngisan. Me nakita yata yung isa at napasalita ng "eks, ang baduy naman ng mga yun!" sabay tawa yung dalawa. Sa kuryusidad ko, tinignan ko yung binabanggit. Dalawa ring kabataan, na ordinaryo ang suot, wala sa uso at magsyota...nakaholding hands kasi. Nakapumada ata o gel yung lalake at nakatsinelas pa. Ewan, bigla akong nag-isip. Ba't baduy? Napatalinhaga ako sa ibig sabihin ng baduy sa panahon na 'to. Ano ang pagkakaiba ng baduy nong 80's o 90's sa ngayun? Noong araw kasi sa pagkakaalam ko, ang "baduy" eh yung kulay pula ang polo, asul ang medyas at berde ang sapatos. Pero kung maalala natin, sa 90's yung pormang yun eh "in na in" pagpasok ng era ng "bagets"...so yung baduy sa porma noog 80's, pumatok ang ganun ding porma sa '90's.

Would a "baduy" mean less superior sa salita at gawa o sa porma? Naghanap ako ng mga articles para sa kahulugan ng "baduy" sa kasalukuyang panahon. The young generation describe them as: kung di ka fasionable o wala ka sa style, you're baduy; kung wala kang eteketa o medyo bastos, baduy ka; kung trying hard ka to be in pero out pa rin, baduy ka raw; kung old fashion ka, baduy ka raw; kapag kill joy o walang pakisama, baduy; mga englisero na english carabao, mga coño raw magsalita tulad ng "the more the many-er, give him the benefit of the daw or oh my God don't make tusok-tusok with that fishball". At baduy ka raw pag alam mo lahat ng pangalan ng membro ng Sex Bomb Dancers.

Sinubukan ko nga ilista ang labinlimang (15) bagay na unang pumasok sa isip ko kung ano meron ako para ma-assess ko kung ako eh baduy rin:
1. Kinakain ko ngayun habang nagbo-blog: kropeck (sitsaron)
2. Kadalasang pinapanood sa TV: PBA, TV Patrol, CSI at HBO
3. Kadalasang damit: button-fly jeans, gray cotton shirt, and sneakers. but i dress-up naman, kumporme sa okasyon.
4. My music: nothing but metal. Hate ko talaga ang disco at rap (sori sa mahilig 'nun).
5. Paboritong pagkain: bulalo na may katabing bagoong + kalamansi, pinakbet, papaitan.
6. Paboritong parte sa newspaper: editorial or opinion section
7. Kadalasang pasyalan: SM Megamall at Luneta (kasama ang pamilya)
8. Moody ako, ngayun nakatawa, mamaya seryoso na ang mukha.
9. Madali akong maluha pag nanonood ng drama movies (mga english ang type ko)...mababaw luha ko.
10. Mahilig ako sa gitara, dalawa gitara ko: isang Stratocaster at isang Lumanog.
11. Type kong almusal ay dilis, tuyo at itlog (dito yata hinango ang "jolog"...di-yo-log).
12. Laki akong probinsya...ilokano ako.
13. Napapadaan minsan sa ukay-ukay at tiangge.
14. Segunda mano ang sasakyan.
15. Mga barkada: (ang aking banda) mga kababayan ko na pareho ko rin ang ugali at porma.

Tsk, 75% baduy nga ako...eh ano?! But i'll disagree with the two kolehiyalas that i am less superior. I would say "baduy" is only in the mind...walang epekto sa akin, nakatrinelas man o naka-birkenstock.

Across The Miles

Today is declared as official Hangover Day...I got a headache the whole day and i feel lousy.

I, together with some company delegates were in Makati yesterday to attend the business unit's annual "Advance Day". Nakababa na naman ng bundok ang mga taga-bundok...kami yun. It was held in Dusit Hotel and there were around ninety participants, that included the big, big bosses. It was a whole day affair where plant performaces for the year 2004 were reviewed (if targets and objectives were met) then plans and ambitions for this year were laid out.

"Advance" is the industrial division's vision to assert the industrial leadership, that is to set and achieve world class performance targets.

• Maximise value through increasing margins with the right balance of high perceived value and low delivered cost.
• Resolve daily operational challenges with sustainable solutions.
• Confirm the leadership by active benchmarking and reacting faster than competitors to the industrial challenges of tomorrow.
• Drive the development and application of new technologies in the industry.
• Improve asset utilisation effectiveness by increasing investment yields and reducing working capital.

 

Naks, bigat ano? After long discussions, there were awards given to each company who did well last year. We were given the Safety Award (there were no accidents incurred for the last 2 1/2 years), Plant Reliability Award (from 88 % to 97.5% ) and Operation Level Award. Tuwang-tuwa ang boss namin at sa tuwa, pina-inom kami sa Pier One (sa The Fort daw yun) hanggang 2 am ng umaga. Ngayun, medyo mahilo-hilo pa ako sa hangover. But it was such a big achievement for the company whose vision is to have a continuous improvement, not only on operational aspect but to the people as well.

 

 

Boring na kwento ano?!

Heat Exhaust

How would you term a guy who comes in the middle of a very important meeting, late, takes his seat, opens his mobile phone and do nothing but exchange messages with his textmate for the whole span of the meeting?

How would you term a guy who doesn't care to submit his reports on time for consolidation then tells you some alibis?

How would you term a guy who just scratches his head everytime you ask for his updates?

How would you term a guy who submits reports only to find out the data were inconsistent and the final report was already submitted to the big boss?

How would you term a guy who crams during deadlines and fill your table with hundreds of pages for signature, that is each page has to be signed?

How would you term a guy who is eating, talks with you with his mouth full while some splinters land on your shirt?

I felt like twisting some necks today...hay naku!!!

May all the pathetic scumbags, vile, worthless, less than nothing, weed, a fungus, a ferment or whatever vanish fron the face of the earth..., oh well, please excuse my words...

Between Dreams and Wishful Sinful

I wish I was filthy rich: That i could buy anything in this world that money could buy. That i would not worry going to work each day to earn the day's worth. I'll be sitting on the porch the whole day drinking coffee, yawning sleepily facing the sea while waiting for the owned business' earnings. A luxurious life that is. You could criticize me of being too ambitious, absurd but the question is: Is there anybody who doesn't wish to be wealthy? I don't know but I dream of being one. I can not accept people say: “You should be content with your poverty, you should be content with your sicknesses, you should be content with all kinds of exploitation. You should be content and you should not try to rise higher, to reach to the sun and the rain and the wind.” In fact i consider myself wealthy, financially not but i have my family...my loving wife, my lovely kids, my supportive folks. And i still have my healthy lungs, my work, my friends. I am contented, not complaining, it's just a dream of having an opportunity of a good life enjoyed by this aristocracy.

I wish I was tall: I am not that short, a typical filipino height but i wish i had more. I love basketball and being tall matters...a "tower of power". Maganda rin magdala ng damit ang matangkad. Sabi nga ng popular na margarin..."iba na ang matangkad". But i can do nothing about it. I came from a not-so-tall, averaged-height descendants.

I wish i had those magic fingers: Where i could play my guitar with intensity, where i could do plenty of string bending, sweet vibratos and fretboard gymnastics. It would be cool to be one of those superspeed "shedders" and ax slingers. When i was a kid, i used to act in front of the mirror with a broom posing in a classic lead guitar stance positioning a toast for those about to rock. I played in a ukelele ensemble for three years in elementary and had my first guitar when i was 14. Until now, i dreamed of being a "Page, Beck, Steve Ray Vaughan, Vai, Metheny, Duane Allman, Vince Gill, Robert Cray, Reb Beach, Dweezel Zappa, Jeff Tyson, Wally Gonzales, Stev Morse", etc...Yes, i want to lick my guitar like there is no tomorrow.

I wish I had a powerful dynamic voice: I can sing fair enough, i sing in videoke bars, during jams, drinking sessions, in the bathroom, in the car...but a great voice means "Noel Cabangon, Norah Jones, Charlotte Church, Scott Weiland, Cris Cornell, Bruce Dickinson, Lyne Staley, Kevin Dubrow, Rob Halford, Tim "Ripper" Owens" to name a few. The first three are some of the gifted singers with really good symphonic voices, the latter names are heavy metal belters that could scream and belt in high notes and give you some shivers.

I wish I was a queerbee in a fashion industry: (This is not me, I've taken it from the Bloodhound Gang) Yap, being a queer...scoring with a supermodel would be easy. Supermodels are voluptuous and is synonomous with superdumb. I'd be a good listener and then she'd treat me as her sister. After a while she'd give me her full trust to rub her back and braid her hair. One thing could then lead to another.

I wish Philippines would be great again: Free from traditional politics, free from agelong crisis and corruption, from those big-fanged crocodiles of our society. A time when everyone is in unison. A time when we could walk alone in the vast of the dark night without fear, drive our cars confidently, the time when everything is abundant and a place where we will proudly say we live in an enchanting place. I still dream of a good life for our children's children.

I wish i was young again: The time when i was in the arms of my mother, tucks me in bed each night, explodes those un-ending nags and sermons everytime i am in disarray. The time when me and my siblings scrammble at the gate each time dad comes home from a week-long work in a mining company. The time when dad holds my hand, carries me as we walk through the park. The time when mom and dad still had no wrinkles on their faces, the time when they still walk and move briskly. I miss the time when all of us stay and sleep in one bed, side by side comfortably each time there were thunderstorms, when we all dance those cha-chas and tangos in the living room as a diversion while letting the time pass. I miss the time when i was young and wild...those were one of the best days of my life.

I wish i am handsome: My mother tells me i am handsome (naks!), my wife and the others consistently disagree...(i think i have to believe my mom...patronize your own ika nga. Please po, wala ng kokontra). Before everyone raise their brows, ilusyon ko lang po ito...*erase, erase*

and I wish of world peace *kaway ala-Sandara*. I wish I am a good middleman, a good negotiator, a peacekeeper...to mediate and come to rest all world's perpetual misunderstandings, rebellions, revolutions and end all the miseries with a promise of equality to great heights. I dream of a time when swords are not needed, bombs are not needed. A time when there are no more bloodsheds, no disasters, no famine, no hatred...a time of an un-ending peace.

Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming

Nothing's changed...

...except that i've missed blogging and i really missed the "guys" here. November had been a hard month for me that i had to stop some of the things i do and that blogging was one of the. I had to re-assess my work, my life and iron out the wrinkles before my head explodes. Pressure was everywhere and i was confused on where to start.

The work for the year end was too much, preparing the annual reports, Key Plant Indicators (KPIs) had to be assessed to get a snapshot of the business unit's performances. Summaries were computed and analyzed for a presentation to the big bosses who were very hard to please (ganito yata ang mga boss, walang kasiyahan...kuha mo lahat ng objectives yet kulang pa, palaging may hinahanap). Budgets for 2005 were prepared and reviewed and trimmed down over and over. Meetings, both nonsense and no-nonsense, were here, there and everywhere...these bore you to death plus add the regular maintenance works that were done regularly at the site. Definitely, work destroys blogging.

Then there were these personal issues which added the spice, an arguement with a colleage plus a misunderstanding with one of my best friend. Forgiving and forgetting had been very hard but the spirit of the holidays helped a lot. Everything was settled and now we act as if nothing ever happened. Then i've been missing my family who were in Cebu...i spent my Christmas alone and i have resorted to a non-stop drinking when loneliness dictates. I was sick (literally) and tired of this solitary I had to fly to Cebu to be with them on the New Year and at least made this day meaningful. Sometimes you forget to be on track when loneliness persists...but i've realized and learned from my mistakes and intend not to be careless again...there is no looking back.

And i've missed my friends here at the blogsphere...i was not actively writing posts but when the urge comes, i open up each site and read, i was around. And i sincerely thank most of them who have not forgotten, some persist on having me back despite of me being a snob and i came back. When i decided to close shop, i intended not to come back anymore. But i realized that i love blogging and i love the friends in here.

Some changed afterall...