Sunday, May 30, 2010

Long time...

Everyone seems so busy nowadays, huh?

And I'm not exactly the one to talk. I guess I can say I'm having fun being where I am now, being a part of a group who are striving to help people.

Tough, yeah. I, too, thought that this would be tough from the very beginning since it was never part of my plan to be where I'm now. But it's cool to think that I've been searching for this thrill way back when I started reading detective and mystery stories. It just never occurred to me that I'll be, somehow, be involved with complainants, suspects, and operatives.

I've even received comments such as, "ba't hindi ka nag-police?"

Maybe in another lifetime.


Getting matured seems like a painful process at this age. Blending is another matter. Being yourself is difficult, since you're pulled to different waves of personalities that you have to get along with. Well, for me it's 'have to' since I'm fumbling for ways to keep up with this kind of life. But I'm also wondering if it's the same process if I applied to another job less stressful than what I have now.

So far, I've progressed to being useful. Haha. Seems like a simple thing. But then, as I go on, the drive gradually grows and I found myself willing to go on overnights just to accomplish one project before I go on with others. I just hope I can keep up with the technical part so that I can swerve smoothly around that block. I don't like stop overs too much. Like others, I also want to flow to move swiftly.

And also I'm aiming to one part of my job. That's to write a script. :) haha. Well, before I get there, there seems to be much things I should discover before I can even say script. But I hope that these boxes of mistakes so huge and numerous it's impossible to think I graduated from a prestigious school, would pay off soon.

I really like accomplishing a task. I just need time. But time won't be forgiving anymore. So I'm relying on you, self, skill, and luck. :)


Past time. I've bought myself a book by Haruki Murakami. But I haven't even lift one page, for goodness sake. I miss reading without thinking I have something to do later. Bum life.

It's also hard looking for myself this past few days. I haven't even bought myself something special for a change. I'm dying to see one movie with my sisters but our own schedule wouldn't jive.

I also miss my friends. It's getting hard to meet them, with all the schedules fluttering and missing each other.

I wonder what I'd do for myself for a change... It's like I have a path but I'm still hovering over it. Just step down already!