Stop bitching on me just because my Muse have suddenly decided to not show up for me to write something in here.
I will be back. Don't ever threaten me again. I don't appreciate it.
Let’s admit it. We were so mature then that things just had to end like crap. In other words, it wasn’t a good breakup. I find it amusing that, even until now, I still find the time to write about you. In other words, I still care.
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not heartless. (Oh, if they only knew.) We tried to be friends again but, for some reason, it was just not working. We haven’t talked for a long while, but I hope you’re okay.
Sitting alone, etching to memory how this room looks like. By next week, I’ll be sitting on a different chair; using a different computer; called by a different title; trying to be familiar with new, different faces. It’s only the second time that I rolled up these window blinds. I see someone biking from a far. I doubt if I’ll even see that there.
Concerns have turned trivial. Will the AC hum the same way? Will it be as cold? Will I be able to rock my chair and lean against a wall? Can I play my mp3s as loud? Will they even allow me to play music? How will my personal space look like? And will I even have close friends that I can kid around? All of these I’ll have to find out next week.
I should have told others about this yesterday. Now, they’re off to some school setting up our enrolment system – think CRS, if you’re from UP. They left without having the slightest idea. Someone jokingly said that they’ll miss our activities. Inside, I was like, “Oh hell, you will. I’d be gone when you come back.” Ignorance is bliss.
I have a full day today. I have to/want to go to UPDS’ victory party and UADC pre-tourney contingent dinner. I’d have to go Alfha’s birthday celebration. And I have to finally say good bye to some friends that I missed yesterday. The last one is the most stressful. I have to say good bye.
Today, I’ll be leaving every file and equipment that they gave me and will be taking everything that I left. But, just a secret: I’m sneaking out one thing – memories.
I still don’t know how to write Nicole’s surname without Google – Scherzinger. Ako na ang feeling close. Anyways, that’s not what I’m going to talk about. I’m leaving this Friday for a fresh start. I’ll make kwento soon once I cross over. Orte orte? ‘Make kwento’ amp. Ano ba yan? Ang gulo.
But seriously, I’m leaving this Friday. Not too many people know that I am. I told a friend that I wanted to surprise friends and officemates – to break the news before this week ends. But she told me that that’s rude. Ang sabi ko naman sa kanya, “Sige nga. How do you say good bye?”
In hindsight, I was asking the wrong the question. I never wanted to say good bye. ‘I’ll see you around,’ I think, is more appropriate. I’ll be leaving good friends behind. Why would I ever say good bye? Bahala na. I’ll be dropping by the office tomorrow to get my stuff. That’s going to heartbreaking.
At the same time, I’m excited to try new things. That’s the reason why I’m leaving, by the way. I felt boxed and wanted to spend my time wisely – to grow and know where I should be at this point in my life. (S’yempre feeling ko jinudge n’yo nanaman ako sa rason ko. Ang orte orte naman n’ya la la la.)
So, yun lang for now. At habang hinihintay ko dumating ang Friday, nakikinig muna ako sa bagong album ni Nicole (highlight, copy, paste) Scherzinger. Hongondoh.
A friend listed his favorite sounds in a post. T'was a cool idea, so I made my own.
*Thanks Boaz for the title.