Beggars can't be choosers

I have sold my soul to the devil

I sold my soul to the devil and I was very cheap!

Well, have started working. Lots of people are very happy to learn that I’ve landed myself a job. It was great to know that. But the problem is: I don’t like the job and I simply accept the job offer because I need money. Yes! I sold my soul to the devil. And I’m very proud of it. Literally.

I have to drag myself off the bed daily. I was late for my training the other day. Still, I never motivate myself to get up early everyday. Odd? Don't think so.

Assessment?

Well I barely passed my 1st assessment. I don’t give my 100% in the class and always have my toilet breaks far too often. It’s not my fault if the trainer doesn’t know how to engage my attention, isn’t it? I nearly throw away my notes this afternoon. I couldn’t read my own handwriting, which looked like a cross between sardine fishbone and worms.
The funny thing is, though I always fall asleep during my training but still my group members trust my explanations more than those given by my ever so dedicated team leader.

She’s what?

She’s the type of person who takes note effortlessly. I can’t stand to see her notebook, which looks like a textbook including the charts and everything. She is the girl in your class whom you always borrow her notebook so you can photocopy the contents. What I can’t stand the most about her: her advices on how to live. No offence, but so far I believe that I’m doing just fine.

Tokyo story

Got to catch the movie on Sunday. I rushed over to GSC after my Shorinji Kempo class. It was harrowing though a bit slow. Tears started streaming to my eyes when the mother passed away. Now I know for certain why I was glad that Abah left us without saying his goodbye.
What a great way to celebrate father’s day.

Happy Father’s Day

Well, I missed last year’s father’s day celebration. The rest of family members had a small gathering at home and celebrated the day with abah, for the very last time without us knowing it.

I still remember the conversation that I had with him on his birthday last year. I spoiled his surprise party by revealing it to him hours before Gebob and Kojeh came over with his cake and presents.

Came to think of it, I kind of regretting my decision not to go back to celebrate his birthday. He told me on the phone that the party would be more meaningful if I was there so he could blow the candles with all his children on his side.

I wish 19 of August would never come this year. It would be distressing just to think of it. I wish I was home last year, on the 19th of August and blew the candles with Abah.

My Fave Companion

I saw him quite often lately. I have started joining back my SK class and he had been appointed as my mentor. He had accepted it with open arms since it means he could kick my butt, with a license from the sensei sigh

He started to gossip me with the guy from my class since the guy always wants me to be his partner. My fave companion even claimed that this guy purposely let me throw him around in order to win my attention. What a gossip!

Still, I love him to bits.

My fave someone

He’s not feeling well. Get well soooooon! Miss our outing.

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon,

at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals,

were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners that passes through my life,

and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,

remember that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

But if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love,

ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love,

beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda