I have known it for a while… Bago pa sya nagpasa ng resignation nya, pumutok na yung balita na nag-a-apply na sya ng work abroad. Actually, ni-confront ko nga sya about dun nung nalaman ko. Ang sabi nya lang saken, “Hindi pa ah. Matagal pa yun.” Syempre ako naman naging kampante na rin kasi hindi pa naman pala aalis ang Kuya Jarnie ko…

Hanggang sa may pumutok na naman na balita na natanggap na sya sa inaapplyan nya. IMS Engineer pako nun. Syempre twing dadaan ako sa munting building nila dahil sa nature ng trabaho ko, lagi akong nag-a-ala Inday Badiday dahil sa kakatanong ng mga questions about it. I swear! Daig pa ang External Audit sa mga pinagtatanong ko!

At dumating na nga yung matagal na yun na sinasabi ni Kuya Jarnie. Pumutok na ang balita na nagresign na nga sya. Ginagawa ko pa nun yung dokumento nun nakailangan ko makipag-usap lagi sa Department Manager nya. Dahil always waiting in line ang peg ko sa dami ng kameeting ni Madam manager, naririnig ko yung mga information about it.

“Luchie, schedule mo nga si Jarnie ng Exit Interview saken.”

Natutulala ako nung narinig ko yun. Eksenang nag-Time Space Warp ako nung mga oras na yun… isa lang kasi ang ibig sabihin ng Exit Interview… Confeeeeeermed na nagresign na nga sya. Confeeeeeermed na aalis na nga si Kuya Jarnie.

Nung nag-Return from the Different Dimension nako, nagpaalam ako na babalik nalang ako. Ang totoo kasi nun, tutulo na yung luha ko. A big part of me was wallowing in despair with the realization na aalis na nga ang Kuya Jarnie ko. Gustuhin ko man nun na tumakbo palayo, office hours pa eh, bawal pa umeksena ng drama at baka maawardan ako ng Best Actress.

Friday. Uwian pa-Manila. Last day of the week, but for me last day na andyan si Kuya Jarnie. Yung coming Sunday kasi na yun eh last day na nya sa company. Hindi ako makapagconcentrate nung araw na yun. I was ambivalent kung magpapakita ba ako sa kanya o hindi. I ended up just staring on my laptop’s monitor kasi wala ang diwa ko sa buong araw na yun. In the end, I chose not to see him, hindi naman na dahil sa may pagka-masochist ako noh but I just don’t want him to see me crying. I wanted him to remember me as the cheerful Whil that he knows.

The following day, Saturday, wala akong ginawa buong magdamag kundi umiyak. Iyak ako ng iyak. I can’t help it eh. The tears just kept flowing. Parang flash flood sa Espanya sa may UST, ganun. Dun lang siguro nagsettle saken na wala na si Kuya Jarnie. Na pagbalik ko ng office, hindi ko na sya makikita…

Wala nang magsasabi saken ng: “Hi sexy Whil!” Bolero eh noh?

Wala nang magrereply sa email ko ng “Wow naman! Ang ganda naman!” pag may pakulo akong ginawa na sinesend to all sa email.

Wala na akong pagrereportan ng mga nakikita kong potential hazards pag mag-Tankage Inventory.

Wala na yung inspiration ko to continue striving hard despite all the downsides of being an IMS Engineer. That little speck of inspiration was enough to keep me going kahit na ayaw ko na talaga.

Wala na…

Wala na yung Kuya Jarnie ko…

Ngayon nga lang na sinusulat ko to… Lumuluha ako. Basang basa na yung kumot sa tabi ko kasi I am relieving the loneliness that I felt nung kasagsagan nung scenario na yun. Oo with matching uhog. Ngawngaw much. Kaw ba naman kasi mawalan ng Kuya sa Refinery. Yun kasi sya saken eh. Kuya. As in KUYA talaga. Opo. Yung top eligible bachelor ng Refinery na husband material ay Kuya lang para saken. Kuyazooooooooooone.

For a change kasi, I was not expected to take care him… kasi for a change, I was “the little sister”… I was allowed to be childlike. I was not guarded in what I am saying. I was simply being me pag andun ako sa office nila at nakaupo ako sa upuan sa harap ng table nya. Nag-uubos ng oras dun pag stressed na stressed na ako sa IMS office. Defenses down. Barrier Zero Percent. Yung feeling ko eh babae ako because he treats me that way. Heck! Even my own older brothers don’t treat me that way! Yung feeling of relief kasi feel na feel kong safe na safe ako sa office nila kasi andun sya.

Hindi man lang nya naabutan nung nalipat ako sa HR Training. Hindi man lang nya naabutan na masaya nako ngayon sa posisyon ko. Na masayang masaya na akong natatrabaho ulet. Di na nya makikita yung mga gagawin ko pa na projects, designs, at events na pinagbubutihan ko talaga. Highest level of effort lagi.

Sa ngayon, masasabi kong di pa ako talaga nakakaget-over pa sa pag-alis ni Kuya Jarnie. Eh sa matagal ako mag-move on eh. Bakit ba? Kanina nga lang eh nung nagsend ako ng invite sa Zumba, I was still half expecting na magrereply sya sa invite ko ng joke or good job. Nung birthday nya, I sent him a caricature photo with his head embossed sa isang guy na nagigitara. Nagustuhan naman daw nya.

May isa pa ngang time na I was thinking out loud at nasabi kong “Namimiss ko si Kuya Jarnie” and lo and behold! Paglabas ko ng office namin, ayun sya naglalakad palapit sa akin! I froze with matching jaw drop with my phantom mouth. Nung malapit na sya saken at kinausap nya ako, I covered my eyes with my arm. Sabi ko na nga ba, iiyak ako pag nakita ko sya. Hindi naman hagulgol ang ginawa ko. Just teary eyed na nakita ko sya ulet. Binigyan pa nga nya ako ng isang box ng chocolate. Pasalubong nya daw saken. But I had a feeling na hindi na nya naibigay yun sa dapat nyang pagbigyan pero I still accepted it wholeheartedly. Actually, nasa drawer ko pa din yun. Hopefully hindi ako maunahan ng mga langgam sa pagkain nun.

Anyhoo siguro, it will be healthier for me to disengage myself from him. At etong blog na ito ang simula ng process na yun. Writing has always been my outlet. Maybe I just wanted to preserve the experience, the memory, and the emotions than I had before moving on from this part of my life. After all, he’s having the time of his life+ now. But of course, Kuya Jarnie will always have a place in my heart. Always.

ANDA

Definition: Money, Pera

Derivative:s
Ang Duchess of York, Dats, Datung

Etymology:
Ang ANDA ay binaliktad na dalawang pantig ng salitang DAAN. Uso kasi nung mga early 90's na binabaliktad ang mga salita para yung TSEKOT para sa KOTSE, GOLI para sa LIGO, at kung anik anik pa! Hanggang sa umiral nanaman ang creative juices ng mga early dyosas na mga sosyalin. Para "sounding sosyal" nauso ang paggamit sa derivative na Ang Duchess of York na pangalan ng totoong dugong bughaw. Napansin mo ba na katunog ng ANDA yung ANG DUCHESS OF YORK? Yun lang ang dahilan nun, wala nang malalim na dahilan. Hanggang sa siguro nahabaan na rin sila ANG DUCHESS OF YORK kaya naging DUCHESS OF YORK nalang.

Overtime naging DATS nalang ang tawag sa Pink Money. May dalawa ako theory kung bakit naging ganyan. Nauso siguro yung mga baklang social climber nuon at nakikiuso sa Duchess of York. Hindi rin nila siguro mapronounce mabuti at hindi rin nila alam kung ano ang Duchess na tinatawag nilang DATSES... Naging DATS nalang para safe!

Eventually, nauso na ang pagtawag sa pera na ngyon ay ginagamit ng girl boy bakla tomboy, DATUNG. Ang theory ko dyan, nilagayan siguro ng German suffix yung DATS. Kaya ito naging DATSUNG. Tas eventually, nagtransform na at naging DATUNG.

Oi! Lahat ng ito hypothesis lang ha! Pawang imagination at kabalbalan lamang na kahit papano ay may logic! Bwahahha! Don't forget to use #BekiEtymology when sharing!!!

Naalala ko pa nung nagtatrabaho pa ako sa Cavite, new hire palang ako nun. Since wala naman magawa sa bus pauwi ng Manila, nagwonder nalang ako ng mga what-if's sa buhay ko. Ewan ko. Eh talagang nakakabore naman talaga ang bus ride from Imus to Lawton.

Nung time na yun, hindi ko alam kung anung pumasok sa kokote ako at tinanong ko ang what-if question na ito...

What if sabihan ako sa isa sa mga anak ko na "Nay, salamat sa lahat pero aalis na ako"?"

Nung time na yun, si Jeco ang inisip ko na nagsabi saken nun. Nung time na yun kasi sya yung pinakaclose ko. Inisip ko ng inisip si Jeco. Inimagine ko pati yung boses na sinasabi nya talaga saken yun...

Habang patuloy ang pagtahak ng bus papuntang Maynila, at habang may kanya kanyang ginagawa yung iba pang pasahero, lumuha bigla yung kaliwang mata ko dulot ng matinding kirot sa puso ko. Pinipiga ng sobra yung puso ko. Ramdam na ramdam ko yung sakit kaya tumuloy-tuloy ang daloy yung mga luha ko.

Kung makakahagulgol lang ako nung mga oras na yun, malamang ginawa ko with matching lupasay/kisay. Mahal na mahal ko yung anak ko na yun. Sya ang dahilan kya ako bumabangon ng mas matapang nung panahon na yun. Sya yung dahilan kaya nakamove on ako kay Monster. Sa kanya ko binuhos yung pagmamahal na dapat kay Monster.

Kya nung dumating yung oras na nagpaalam na sya sa akin, kahit papano alam ko na ang mararamdaman ko. Kaya sa puntong iyon hindi na ako lubusang nasaktan. Pero syempre, napaiyak pa din ako. Pero naiintindihan ko naman sya. Alam ko kung bakit nya yun gustong gawin. May mga bagay na ikaw lang mag-isa ang dapat lumutas.

Minsan naalala ko pa din si Jeco. Hindi ko naman masabi ko iniintay ko pa syang bumalik. Pero twing naalala ko yung kirot na naramdaman ko nung nagpaalam si Jeco. Naluluha pa rin ako. Kung bumalik man sya o hindi, masaya na din ako na kahit papano may natawag akong anak na nagngangalang PEEJAY...

There are nights when part of me wants to tell you to just own me. Tell me that you need me. Tell me that you want me by your side. It's okay if you have a girlfriend,

I don't intend to be her replacement. I just want you to acknowledge me. To inform me that indeed, you want me to be with you always.

Why do I always feel uneasy everytime we text and talk to each other? It's as if we are cheating with your girlfriend. Is it just me or you feel that too? I never

really understood that feeling. I mean we are just talking right? No feelings attached, just friends talking.

I thought when I gave up on you, I can finally move on with my feelings of love for you. But the passage of time only made my life for you slowly come back to my

heart.

I miss you. I love you. Please just tell me you own me and I'm yours.

It was just last Thursday when I sent out my Photostory teaser. I must say I am quite pleased with the reaction. Though there were few insensitive comments that they don't understand it etc. It's as if they don't know what a teaser is. But for now I guess I'll just focus on the positive side.

I'm overwhelmed with the reaction really from the target audience. Obviously, the objective was met since it caused quite a stir since loads of people are asking me about it. Plus there was an email saying <b> "INTERESTING"</b>.

Those little things solidify my resolve that, indeed, I made the right decision to ask for my transfer to HR Training.

I can never thank my company enough for doing such an extraordinary move with my career. An Engineer in HR, it's something that I will forever hold in my heart. I will prove that they made the right decision for this move.

I'm also thankful for providing me with the so much support. They recognize my talent and gives me liberty to decide on  creative choices.

Thank you. thank you!

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You are in my dreams again.

We were living under the same roof. I was watching you sleep soundly on your bed. Your torso exposed. Your handsome charm rubbing on me like it's my 1st time seeing you that way. You're like sunshine. Making me warm. My sustenance in this world. You're my forbidden dessert. Delectable but i swore never to indulge on you.

You woke up and saw me watching you. You beamed your pearly whites. My knees turned jelly; i almost melted to slush.

You stood up wearing nothing but boxers and hugged me. No pretentions. It's as if you have always wanted to do that. You closed your eyes and held me closer. Tighter. No other sound than the silent humming of the aircon unit can be heard. And as if on cue, i hugged you back. Eyes welting tears.

You broke the tightness and held me by my waist. You looked deep in my eyes and smiled. My arm still around your nape, i place my head closer to your torso. "I love this man", the fact chorused by my brain and heart. I slide down on of my hand to feel your torso.

I looked up and smiled back at you.

"Kain na ng breakfast", my morning line to you... Just like yesteryears.

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All the things written in the following letter is in the mithos of JK Rowling's Harry Potter Wizarding World.

March 8, 2014 MINISTER FOR MAGIC Office of the Minister for Magic Ministry of Magic
Good day Minister! I hope you are fine. I love to say more friendly terms but I really need to vociferate my current stature in my workplace. I appeal that I be transferred to another Department preferably the Ministry Overseer's Department, specifically in the Supplementary Magical Education Section. At the moment, I'm still working under Azkaban's Imperious Mismanaged Schemes Office. In which I am very dutiful given someone of my magical talents. But working for the Imperious Mismanaged Schemes Office for a little over a year, I have collated capacious amounts of affirmation that I resent working in such office. I would like to elucidate that I do not abhor my job in the office per se, on the contrary, I reckon I fit perfectly for the task. But given the copious reasons why it will be better for me to physically, mentally, and emotionally leave that hell of a position. I am hollering at the top of my lungs that I may be transferred, immediately. To put it bluntly, I can't stand working with the dementor anymore. Its presence drains the happiness from all our staff members. Our Patronus Charm works perfectly in our safe haven. It is very powerful that the dementor refrains from coming to our office. But we are plagued by our inevitable encounter with that detestable creature since it is still part of the workforce. There is never a week that our whole office wallows in despair and hopelessness that only a fully fledged dementor can accomplish. It's torture far graver than the Cruciatus Curse. I am quite certain that it will come in no surprise that all of our staff members will be permanent residents of St. Mungo's in the future. No Healer would be powerful enough to reverse the horrid effects to one's mental and emotional health after being around the dementor too long. Once more Minister, I plead with all my remaining sanity and magical prowess, make my transfer to the Ministry Overseer's Department, Supplementary Magical Education be official as soon as possible. It is just as simple as getting a decree from you using a piece of parchment and ink. Please Minister. Help me. PROMISING YOUNG WIZARD/WITCH

Dear Young Blood,

I can never personally say these things to you; that’s why this will be the only avenue where I can freely express that you are special to me. It’s not that I am ashamed to let you and the world know that you are dear to me… It’s just that… things will just be complicated once you know how I feel.

It’s not that I love you or anything. I mean. Duh! You’re like some years my junior. But I do admit that a part of me likes you. The part of me that’s intrigued/curious about your whole being. Curious about your smile that hides an emotional wound; about the strict sense of responsibility; about the level of deepness that someone your age had developed; and about your future endeavors and dreams.

Yes Yes. It was at first, your looks that attracted me to you. You might not be the uber gwapo type of guy but I can vouch that you are a Certified Cutie. Itataya ko Dyosa Powers ko dyan! Then I got to know you more which made me realize that you are not just a pretty face.

There was this time that you did something right in front me. I was shocked then that I froze. I don’t know if you have noticed that. But looking back, apart from the shock factor, I am quite honored that you have high trust in me. I believe only those with enough trust to a Dyosa like me will be able to do that, so thank you…

To tell you the truth, after that, I began paying more attention to you. I noticed that you have nice bum. But your thighs are much bigger proportional to your body size. You have also gained some weight as evidenced by that bump in your solar plexus. I know you are conscious about these but I assure you, your girlfriend won’t mind since she’s with a cutie, with brains to boot.

Finally, I would like to use this chance to thank you for having such high regard about me. I may not always show my intellectual prowess but you are one of the only few people who can see through my happy-go-lucky veil, which I also hold with high regard. I promise not to disappoint you with the next endeavors that I do. You are always part of my thinking process and surely, one of my projects will benefit you. Keep up your good work!

I recently have been reading about how to manage people. Not that I aim to be a manager anytime soon but more on the circumstance that I will be transferred to a different section soon.

The book by Beverly Kate and Sharon Jordan-Evans entitled: Love ‘Em or Lose ‘Em is very informative. It provides 26 strategies on how to keep good employees. I swear, even the Preface speaks volumes! Every chapter gives very real-life situations that will make you rethink everything what a ”manager” is; such as: it’s their job to communicate with those under them (Chapter 1). Supporting Career Growth (Chapter 3); Stop being a Jerk (Chapter 10); Build connection with their employees (Chapter 12); be a mentor (Chapter 13); and more!

As I read each chapter, I found myself nodding in agreement to everything I read. It really hits the spot since everything applies to me. I learned in Chapter 5 that what is happening to me is DISENGAGING - psychological separation as opposed to RESIGNING, which is Physical Separation. This manifested by absenteeism and less than quality work with a question, ”What’s the point anyway?”. It hits the mark perfectly.

I think, the overall lesson of the book is to have a pro-employee approach. The company should be pro-active in getting to know the employees more and adapting to their needs. It is not a 100% guarantee that the company will retain its prized employees, but it will lessen the amount of brain drain from one’s company, or even one’s department.


A few days ago, I was gossiping with a dear friend about a certain relationship between two people. Well, ex relationship anyway. I'm not exactly curious of the totality of the relationship but more on their dynamics.

I'm curious of how it started; Was it just about physical attraction? Was it just because of their similarity of being attracted with the same sex? Or more?



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