It has been a while since I felt like this.
The anticipation, adrenaline-pumping, excitement - you get the picture.
It's my favourite part. Ever.
Cracking my head during feasibility studies, putting together options, solutions and the highlight of it all - preparing for project board meeting.
It's good to be back.
I pray that God will grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of the people I killed because they were annoying.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
That Stranger
Let's pretend that we are strangers
Living separate lives
Pursuing different dreams
Let's pretend that we strangers
That smiled over a cup of coffee
Across the busy cafe at the wee hour
Of a very fine day
We could be that stranger
But would we be content
Could we appreciate life
And what it brings if we're together
We could be that stranger
But why would we
When we can be happy
Rejoicing life, fulfilling dreams
Even if those were not as we imagined
When we are that stranger
Living separate lives
Pursuing different dreams
Let's pretend that we strangers
That smiled over a cup of coffee
Across the busy cafe at the wee hour
Of a very fine day
We could be that stranger
But would we be content
Could we appreciate life
And what it brings if we're together
We could be that stranger
But why would we
When we can be happy
Rejoicing life, fulfilling dreams
Even if those were not as we imagined
When we are that stranger
Friday, March 05, 2010
The 11th Wonder of Our Lives
I can't believe I lived to see this day.
Exactly 11 years ago, the same day and date.
A Friday night, back at my parents'.
I wasn't even sure that I was ready.
It just felt right.
It was like, everything was meant to be.
It was like,we were meant to be.
There we were and here we are.
Exactly 11 years ago, the same day and date.
A Friday night, back at my parents'.
I wasn't even sure that I was ready.
It just felt right.
It was like, everything was meant to be.
It was like,we were meant to be.
There we were and here we are.
To my better half,
I love you more than words can say - then, now and for years to come.
Happy 11th anniversary.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Dealing with Hopes and Expectations
I have been home for a few days, recovering from the dental surgery I had earlier this week.
Yesterday, I decided to check my office emails and found a particular email sitting there, causing my heart to ache with dissappointment. I don't even know what to think anymore. Maybe playing ignorant is the best bet for now.
Life is too short to be having all the negativity loom around me.
On a lighter note, I am persuing something at the moment. There were a few meetings arranged and so far, everything is going great. I am hoping for the best but I know better than to have my hopes all that high. Nothing is confirmed yet so until then, I'll keep things under wraps.
I thought sitting at home would give me the space that I needed but after a couple of days, I was totally bored. If not for the pain, I might actually go to the office. Not because I love the place that much - it's more of the people I like hanging out with.
Oh well. One can't have everything one desires.
Yesterday, I decided to check my office emails and found a particular email sitting there, causing my heart to ache with dissappointment. I don't even know what to think anymore. Maybe playing ignorant is the best bet for now.
Life is too short to be having all the negativity loom around me.
On a lighter note, I am persuing something at the moment. There were a few meetings arranged and so far, everything is going great. I am hoping for the best but I know better than to have my hopes all that high. Nothing is confirmed yet so until then, I'll keep things under wraps.
I thought sitting at home would give me the space that I needed but after a couple of days, I was totally bored. If not for the pain, I might actually go to the office. Not because I love the place that much - it's more of the people I like hanging out with.
Oh well. One can't have everything one desires.
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