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Searching (in more ways than one)

Disclaimer: this entry may end up as an incoherent rambling on my part as I type what’s exactly on my mind the moment I come up with it (like I always do whenever I write my entries). This is probably more personal than anything I’ve ever written (from my recollection). I just need to get this off, so don’t expect any structure in what I’m about to say. I’ve had no alcohol as well since I was told to not consume any for seven days after getting my first vaccine dose (alcohol while I’m writing makes my train of thought go smoothly, or so I’ve recently discovered). So, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

About a few weeks ago, my colleagues and I had a session about “finding your why’s” where we shared our life experiences. The objective was for each one to know more about the other’s personalities; why we are the way we are, and basically, why we work in a certain style or manner. And for us to really understand our own selves and therefore be able to fully come to terms with the reason(s) why we are here, we had to go back to the beginning. Literally. Because what one may see as different or separate life events that we go through, they are actually connected; not by time, but subconsciously through our actions as we go through those events.

In going through that retrospective (which wasn’t easy, by the way), I was able to unearth things that I thought I’ve long forgotten, both good and bad (more of the latter). By carefully going through each phase in my life, it’s like re-living the past and seeing what my actions have done to shape the life I’m living now. Does that mean I have misgivings or regrets about the bad decisions I’ve made? No, not one bit. Does that mean I have learned from my mistakes? Yes and no. “No” because there still are that I continue to make for some reason (don’t we all?). All of my colleagues who had their turn to share their life experiences were able to find their why’s and put it in a statement (which could therefore be synonymous with “life purpose”). Being the most senior member of the management team with the most life experiences, you’d think I’d have one too, right?

No.

Which actually surprised me. And at the same time, had me at a loss. To think I’ve been carrying that around for weeks now, trying to figure out–no pun intended–why? Even now as I write this, there’s that void somewhere in the recesses of my head where I should have that “why” or purpose wherein I could be able to go and check to remind myself each and every day. But there isn’t. And as I continue to write this, I don’t see myself any closer to finding it out.

Those who know me well can say that I am the personification of a Gemini. And those who know me too well can say what one side of the twin has made me done in life or what it can be capable of doing; same goes with the other side. I am by no means a saint. and I don’t claim myself to be a fiend either. There’s that endless battle between that angel and demon on my shoulders. Due to my upbringing, the angel has more victories, and continues to have the upper hand. But whatever wins the demon has, have created such an impact that it eats up probably around four or five angel wins. And yet, there are those few and far in-between times that both of them either call a truce, or actually agree on something. Why am I saying this? Because it’s a huge part of who I am. And maybe by affirming that, I can probably be one step closer to what I’m trying to find out. Maybe.

Now, imagine an introvert who actually enjoys working with people. That’s me too. From my very first job to where I am now, it’s always dealing with people. Whether it be customers, colleagues, or even the other workers in a company, I never thought I would actually be comfortable in a people-oriented setting. To think I was very shy growing up and uneasy being in groups of people. I never raised my hand in class recitations, or volunteered for show-and-tell. And when I do get selected, I’d always have stage fright. Up until now, I still get an uncomfortable feeling talking up on stage in front of a crowd when asked to despite coming off as articulate or well-prepared (I’d rather not be on that stage at all). Maybe that’s why I wanted to become a radio DJ since they’re by themselves just playing music, and even though they talk to people, it’s not in front of them. And yet, people are essential in my current line of work. Now one would think that while I’ve been living by myself for more than two years now and working from home for almost more than a year and a half, I should be enjoying this, right? Well, it’s quite the opposite as I miss the personal interaction with my team members and colleagues. Weird, right? Go back to the previous paragraph of being a Gemini. This applies to that as well.

Here comes probably the saddest or most personal part of my retrospective-slash-realization: I’m either demotivated or uninspired. Maybe both. Why? You tell me. Maybe the whole work-from-home setup is just too damn long. Not that I want to go back to working in the office right now, but I’ve always said that for me to maintain a healthy balance, I have to separate work from life. Pre-pandemic, that only means I drive to the office, put on my work hat and work my ass off. Once work is done, I take my work hat off, drive out of the office and have a life (however and whatever that may be) and not even think about work. Setting and atmosphere are huge essentials in having balance. These days, my work laptop being strictly out of sight on weekends just doesn’t work anymore even though I still put it away. And yet, I still need to work because my teams depend on me. And they are great people to work with. Outside of that, I’m in my mid-40s with no personal future in sight. I’ve long accepted the fact that I’ll probably die alone (seriously), yet there are times where I’d imagine what my life would be right now if I had someone. Most likely, it would be a lot different. Hell, I wouldn’t be writing this entry right now, that’s for sure. I often ask myself these two questions: “is there something wrong with me?” and “will I ever be enough?” When it comes to relationships, the one thing that I can truly say that I am good and proud of, is taking care of someone. What about incompatibility, you ask? Well, Geminis are known to work extremely hard to make relationships work, doing whatever they can. Particularly this Gemini. Yet no one is taking a chance on me. At least, no one who I wanted or loved. They all bailed saying, “I’m too good for them,” or something like that. And don’t tell me to settle for someone or play matchmaker just for me to get someone and be with someone. It just doesn’t work that way for me. I should probably get a dog instead.

Only time will tell if all that I’ve said here will help me, or bury me even further. The angel and demon both agree that doing this was right though. It’s just a matter of who will probably benefit the most. Going back to that sharing session, I ultimately said that I’m still finding my why; but what matters to me right now are the people I work with, the people closest to me, and the connections and relationships I have with them. They’re the ones helping my sanity stay delicately intact right now. To think a new work week is about to start and I still have pending items. I’ll be needing all the luck in the world–and beyond–for that.

In closing, let me leave everyone with two quotes that I’ve been keeping in mind often. They’re not my personal whys in any shape or form, but it’s something I could always draw something from. These two could probably sum up what kind of person I am. The first one goes,

“it’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice.”

That, in a nutshell, speaks to me of humility in everything. Second one is,

“a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.”

No explanation there; hence I always try to take care of people, especially those I care deeply about, the only way I know how. Even though they don’t necessarily do the same for me.

Have a good week ahead, everyone.

a matter of valentine’s

It doesn’t matter that you don’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter when you will go back on your spoken word again, because I know eventually you will. It doesn’t matter that you’ll only remember me when you need something; and then kick me to the curb once you get what you wanted and repeat the cycle again and again. It doesn’t matter that you don’t tell me the truth, because I can always see it in your eyes and with how you act when you talk to me. It doesn’t matter that you don’t go out of your way to make me feel special in some small way, or take selfies with me, or tag me in your Facebook posts like what you do with your other friends because I’m not someone you can be proud of. It doesn’t matter that we only do the things you want to do and not what I want to do because what makes me happy is not a concern to you. It doesn’t matter that you disregarded what I sent you today in favor of what others gave you–which probably is the same thing, or something similar. It doesn’t matter that the only reason why you continue to be “friends” with me is that you know deep down that there is no one else who would readily come to your aid, and give whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay and that you get what you want; that I am your proverbial “insurance policy.” And it doesn’t matter if you could care less about everything I feel for you or what I say here. You can do all of those to me combined everyday and twice on Sundays, but it just won’t matter.

What does matter is what I deeply feel for you in spite of and despite all of these. What matters is the commitment I have to my word and my promise to love you and take care of you however and in whatever way I can. What matters is that I put you and your happiness first above everything else because seeing you happy makes me feel good. What matters is how badly I miss you every time I don’t get to see you, and how I always want to be with you. What matters is how desperately I want to hold you in my arms, how I long to kiss your sweet lips, make love to you every night, and happily wake up next to you every morning. What matters is how my heart beats for you and only you until the day it stops. And maybe, just maybe, when that day comes that I draw my last breath, only then will you realize the kind of person I am to you. Only then will you probably recognize that everything I did for you mattered the most. Maybe only then will you come to terms that the love I gave you was the one you needed. But until then, you will live your life as how you want it; not a care in the entire world of the importance of my presence in your life. And I will live my life the way I want to: loving you every single damn day.

One other thing is for sure: that day when my eyes will finally never open, when my health ultimately fails me, and when my strength completely leaves me, is coming. Sooner rather than later. It’s just a matter of time.

closing out a great year

With five hours before the stroke of midnight and the new year begins, I can’t help but be reminiscent of the year that was.  Traditionally, I’m supposed to be outside the house, lighting rockets and probably halfway to tipsy land; but with all the things that happened to me this year, I’m feeling quite nostalgic.  So I’m veering away from what is the norm for me, and using the remaining time in the year 2013 to do a quick look back and savor all the events that helped make this year the best I’ve ever had in my life…  so far.

2013 for is memorable in so many aspects.  I won’t go into every little detail (for now) since I’m still in that place where I’d like to keep those memories to myself.  But to give you an idea, I’ve experienced the highest of highs and the lowest of lows this year.  And while 2014 has already a new challenge waiting for me, there’s still that part of me that refuses to let go of 2013–primarily due to the fact that personally speaking, I never thought I’d experience the one thing I wasn’t really looking forward to… and I mean that in the best of ways.

Let’s see…  I had the best birthday celebration I’ve had in years (decades even).  I upgraded my mobile phone after three years (into something that I really, really wanted).  I received good feedback about a story I wrote (and was even told I can be a full time writer). I went back to the gym (temporarily, but still had that experience of working out).

I trusted people who betrayed me and used personal stuff against me.  I saw first hand the worst of being unprofessional and unethical.  Grudges were held against me when all I did was comment on a procedure.  People took issue to what I say online when I have freedom of expression.  Plans were made only to be cancelled at the last minute.  A goodwill gesture I made was discarded like yesterday’s newspaper.  Subtle but obvious moves were made to get rid of me.  Negative stuff was said and written about me.  I was cast aside and taken for granted on multiple occasions; and my understanding, patience, and threshold for emotional pain were tested to their very limits…  until now.  My birthday and Christmas wishes did not come true.

I did things I wouldn’t normally do for someone.  I expanded my horizons and knowledge of what seemed to be trivial stuff, but important to other people.  I became more spiritual and prayerful.  I thought less of myself.  I rekindled my interest in dogs.  I’m beginning a new chapter in my career.

I went all in…  for the last time.  Whether it leads to happily ever after or another flat-faced disappointment, it’s something I’ll never do again for the rest of my life.

Yes, it has been a roller coaster ride; and it was all worth it.  There are less positives than the negatives and yet I still consider 2013 to be the best year for me.  The quality of the positives outweigh the quantity of the negatives.  Deep inside, until now, I can’t help but smile and shed a tear (literally as I’m typing this) as the year inches to a close.  I will always carry this year in my heart and fondly–and frequently–look back as this will serve as a treasure trove of inspiration and knowledge as 2014 runs its course.

It’s now less than four hours before midnight, and I suppose that’s enough reminiscing…  for now.  Time for me to start my way to tipsy land.  I hope 2013 was also a good year for everyone.  Here’s wishing that 2014 will be the same, if not better.  Stay safe in welcoming the new year, everyone!

And a most happy new year to you too.  #youknowwhoyouare

typing whatever comes to mind… and heart

17 years…  of being single.

Being in this state for that long means being focused on myself; which means having more time for, loving and taking care of myself.

I mean, isn’t that what’s necessary in order to–as they say–be “able to love others?”

So in the event that I fall in love with someone and start thinking and caring more about that person than myself, is that a bad thing?  Unless I missed Basic Love 101, my understanding is that when you love someone, you think less of yourself and more of the person you love.

Let’s see; parents do that.  Siblings do that.  Friends do that.  Heck, even Jesus Christ did that.  Am I not allowed to do the same?

Friends, acquaintances, and even colleagues accuse me of being “choosy.”  I did not choose the women I fell in love with.  If I did, my life would have been an entirely different story.

It has also been said that love chooses you.  And I’m proud and honest enough to say that it did.  It really did.  Every time.  I always thought being chosen was somehow exciting and means that I am deserving.  I suppose I didn’t read the fine print where it says “hurt inevitably follows.”

I never intended nor wanted to be in this situation.  Yet here I am… again; and for some reason, I cannot get out…  no matter what I do.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around the length of time on my first line.  I would’ve finished nursery, elementary, and high school again in that time frame… with extra time to spare.

An interesting Bible passage from Luke 6:32 reads, “if you love only the people who love you, why should you receive a blessing?”  I guess that pretty much sums up the situation I’m in right now.  And I’m not getting anything…  yet.

Okay, so I’m quoting Bible passages now.  So sue me.

Am I a bad person?

Some people who know me, see me as “not having a single ‘bad bone’ within me.”  Is that bad?

That being said, is there something wrong with who, what, and how I am as a person?

I suck at not being nice, or even being bad.  I suppose in some ways, that’s good.

Did I do something wrong to deserve this?  If I did, isn’t 17 years enough time to pay for it?

All I can say is this:  if this is just an infatuation or just a crush, then why am I discovering and rediscovering things about myself that I never thought either I have, or am capable of doing?

If I looked at the kind of person who I was from four or five months ago, I wouldn’t have recognized myself.  That’s the kind of change I went through…  all because of one person.

Yet, I have been–and always will be–someone who keeps reality in the picture.

What I can do now is just enjoy the ride…  wherever it takes me.

And take whatever I can get along the way.

If it leads to what I’m fervently wishing for, then I’d be forever grateful.  Every damn day.

And finally say to myself that I am truly “happy.”

But if it leads to somewhere familiar, well…  I’ll cross the bridge when I get there; but I’ll still be grateful.  Seriously.

Of course, pain is and will be a part of it.  I’m human after all.

But there will be no regrets.  No what if’s.

Only with hopes that whoever that lucky person is feels exactly like I do and will do exactly what I would do just to make her not shed anymore tears, or make her doubt about that person’s sincerity.  That’s enough.

And I’ll just fade into the sunset.

But until then, know this:  maybe in the eyes of other people–whether we both know them or are complete strangers to us, I may not be doing the right thing.  You yourself may shove that same notion in my face all day, everyday.  But I have always, always shown respect to whatever personal situation you’ve always had.  That is why I never, ever went beyond what I know are my boundaries.  All I did was show you who I am, the man you can depend on, be the voice of reason in times of despair, someone’s shoulder to cry on, treat you like the queen you should be, and see you not just the kind of woman who you were and are, but what more you can be beyond the smartness, caring, passionate, beautiful (with a killer smile to boot), sweet, ambitious, and driven person you are now.  And if all that equates to me loving you from the sidelines (with wishes and hopes of being front and center someday, somehow despite the enormous odds), then I am damn guilty as charged.

After saying all that, now I don’t know what kind of ending to have for this entry.

Maybe I’ll just make it simple.

I miss you.  I love you.  I’ll always be here for you.

Goodnight, beautiful.

#youknowwhoyouare

birthday appreciation

I was supposed to do this yesterday, but I was feeling a bit emotional from all that transpired during my birthday weekend (yes, me emotional during my own birthday).  Plus, I wanted to go through all of those birthday greetings and well-wishes in order for me to do this “thank you entry” properly.

They say that good things sometimes come unexpectedly, and this held true for me this year.  As far as I can remember, I haven’t experienced what I did this past Friday in close to 10 years.  From simple gestures such as three hand-made birthday open cards littered with personal greetings, to a very surprising birthday cake, I don’t remember having smiled a lot in one day and even being speechless from everything that came my way.

I have mentioned time and again that I don’t really care about my own birthday, and that it doesn’t matter to me anymore.  What does matter are the people who do really remember and took time to greet me last Friday and over the weekend.  For them to do such, makes me want to repay them ten times over, but we all know that wouldn’t be possible unless I win the lottery, so I will or send them good karma and hope for good fortune coming their way.  And to really show my appreciation, allow me to list here everyone who did what for me is a humbling gesture and sent their birthday greetings for someone like me.  Here goes:

First and foremost, my family:  my awesome Mom and great Dad, my lil’ big brother Patrick and his lovey-dovey Ivy, and my lil’ big sister Lei and her husband Jared; my aunts:  Tita Letty, Tita Linda, Tita Ofie, and uncles:  Tito Nards and Tito Fermin; my cousins:  Aileen, Malen, Ian, Ryan, Lynette, Debbe, Treck, Lyn, Faye, Matt, Martin, Chey, Gab, my goddaughter Dani, Zaren, and Jerome.  Family is indeed love and they have never stopped giving love and support to me all these years.  Thank you.

My friends:  both close, regular and once-in-a-blue-moon friends, whether your greetings were made via Facebook, Twitter or SMS, you have all shown me how much you value my friendship with you (or maybe you either really remembered that it’s my birthday, or saw others post on my Facebook timeline, but they’re appreciated nonetheless).  In no particular order:  Liezl, Princess, Roel, Edgar, Khai, Chappy, Lisa, Cher, Wally, Jaymee, Trina, Reggie, Shandar, Raschelle, Jabi, Mela (thank you for the black forest cake), Weng, and Diana.  I admit, there are names who I wish were on that list, but I guess there’s always next year.  Thank you for your continued friendship with me.

Finally, my Helicon colleagues:  from our CEO, Mr. Konstantinos Boukis (who conveyed his greeting the Greek way which took me by surprise), to everyone else, I have never experienced the kind of outpouring of support and greeting compared to my previous jobs, which is really, really special.  To the Operations team:  Ems, Bryan, Kat, Isah, Myrell, Heizel, George, Mark, FF, Korie, Kaye, JG, Cherryl, Angel, Ashley, Dan, Rona, Krizia, Francis, Bel, Marie, Eunice, Rhoda, Rachel, Jermarie, Mike, Maita, Leo, Marge, Ronna, Anton, Nino, and Ariel; to the TQA team who also gave me a very delicious birthday cake:  Lara, Meanne, Julie, Tonie, Dada, and April; and the IT & HR personnel:  Kenn, Pat, Rolly, Joy and Atty. Juvy.  I am so humbled and blessed to have colleagues and colleagues-turned-friends such as you.  That videoke party was really one for the books!  Thank you so, so very much.

All of you, again, your well-wishes and greetings are very much appreciated.  Thank you.  You have made my birthday this 2013 one to really, really remember.  One common greeting I received was “may your wish(es) come true.”  In this stage of my life, there is only one wish that I want to come true.  Some of you may have an idea what it is, while most of you are in the same area.  Only time (again) will tell whether that wish will come true or not.  Nonetheless, whatever happens, that wish will be the very last one I’ll ever be making.  No more in the following years.

I couldn’t say “thank you” enough to all of you.  May you be blessed more by the big guy upstairs, and may more happiness and success in whatever you do come your way.  You’re all warmly remembered in my heart (or what’s left of it).  Until my next entry.

Thank you.