Random
It’s been a while since I’ve written something here. Recently I’ve been having trouble actually expressing myself through words. I dunno, everything’s been bottling up inside lately. It isn’t getting better as of this writing. But I just had the urge. So sue me for a really senseless entry.
Besides, I don’t really care who reads this shit. If you’re reading it and have the intention of finishing it, thanks. If not, well thanks anyway for peeking. If you’re not reading this, then I don’t have any message for you. You ain’t reading this anyway. So what’s the point?
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Yesterday, my boss and I were talking about relationships and fears of rejection.
Not just romantic relationships, but also business relationships, friendships and what have you.
My boss has this weird kind of charm that he uses to people, especially to those he just met. Whether they’re wives of friends, new clients, bosses of clients or whoever. Most of the time it works, but there are times when it just does not, and those people end up hating him to high heavens.
I asked him about this, and whether he was afraid that there would be times he would be "rejected" by some (which actually happened, by the way, a few years ago).
He had a nice answer. He said that at his age, he has already met the people who matter. And even though they are just a few, so few that you can count them with one hand, they are the ones who will forever stick with you. And even though he would eventually meet more people who would probably find his jokes and hirits kinda off, he’d have people who like him no matter what. And these are the people he had been friends with since, what, grade school?
Lesson learned: Rejections are a part of life. You can’t please everyone, you can’t be friends with everyone in the planet. You might not have 400 friends or more than 2 accounts in Friendster, but as long as you have that precious few who know you in and out, who love you for what you are, and who would stick with you through everything, that’s all that’s important. Treasure that few who matter.
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I’m upset about the fact that I "lost" a book. To put it more bluntly, someone borrowed it and until now hasn’t returned it. I’ve asked everyone in the office, and even those who have left, but all claim that they haven’t borrowed it.
Whoever has my signed Smoke and Mirrors book, take care of it. It means more than your life. If you plan to sell it, remember that it has more value than before (it’s signed, for crying out loud), so charge more than the suggested retail price.
If you want to return it but are too shy to return it personally, just leave it on my office desk shelf when I’m not around. If I find it back on my shelf, fine. I won’t ask who, why, when or how. I would just telepathically say "thank you, bastard."
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Now for a lighter note, as I rode the FX to the office, I heard the MLTR song, "That’s Why You Go Away." I know it’s weird, but it brings back happy memories.
"Pwede naman natin nakawin ang sandali…" (SFX: music up: I won’t forget…)
Almanz sure has his way of brightening up our day. From here to heaven, thanks. 
I must say, it’s better than the mix tape Sunday.
