in the movies, when someone wakes up from a nightmare's climax, they
usually bolt up in bed screaming. never happened to me. usually i stay
in the dream to find out what happens next but sometimes it would be so
scary i'd have to wake myself up. and it's
not even like when it's an extreme close-up of the eyes and they
suddenly open up accompanied by a sound effect. nope, i simply slowly
open my eyes.
anyways, when i woke up today, i didn't want to go to work. not that i
hate my job (excluding that one guy, i love it). it's just that lately
i've been feeling so stressed. sporadic headaches, abnormal crankiness,
irritable bowel syndrome, and tired feeling
even after enough sleep. i contemplated texting my team leader about
not coming in. instead, i put on my glasses, got up and dragged myself
to the bathroom. it used to be so easy use the big invisible book of
excuses and skip work. but things have changed
and i now earn the dough for my family. so yeah, screw my shitty sick
shtick. off to the beehive i go.
but seriously, this stress thing is getting way worse than i can handle. so much that as a person who hates depending on medicine and doctors, im actually open to the idea of taking vitamins.
(the text above was typed on the blog post date but i was too stressed out that i never finished it. so now i am.)
as always, time with my beautiful family cured me. i remember a few weeks ago, jeean and iaine came to manila for my youngest sister's graduation lunch. when i came home from work that morning, i opened the door to a very happy iaine running towards me saying poppa. and that was it. that was all i needed. i had to man up and survive the stress week, go home and find solace in the sweet loving limbs of my wonderful wife and disarmingly cute daughter.
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Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Sunday, September 26, 2010
...and i'm back (to blogging/working)
hmm just before i sat to type, i had a couple of excuses sentences constructed in my idea factory explaining why the blog was in limbo for three-months but i decided not to put them here for the same reasons that the blog was in limbo for three-months.
anyways, if you watch futurama then get prof. farnsworth's voice in your head because i'm about to say: "good news, everyone!" im a bum father no more! well, im a long way from buying my daughter dollhouses and ponies but i just landed a job as a transcriber for a research/software company and it's really great. ive worked for many companies that declared their employees were their assets and they valued their workforce but those words have never been true until now. i refuse to go into details but let's just say that the perks definitely perk you up.
the downside of it all is that five days a week, im far from iaine and jeean. it's impossible not to miss my wonderchild and loving wifi. skype helped but even if it ever gets the 3d upgrade, it can never equate with the bliss of actually being there with them. treading new environment and making new friends was fun but i kept counting the hours that always seemed to stretch further every time i checked the time.
when i got home this morning, i came upon a sleepy iaine who beamed up at the sight of me. i carried her and she gave me a where-have-you-been look. the super spouse arrived shortly and i was happy to be surrounded by love. iaine and jeean are the two defibrillator paddles to my work-worn heart.
i listen to the art of war during my office-bound commuting and sun tzu said: "do not interfere with an army that is returning home" because a man whose heart is set on returning home will fight to the death against any attempt to bar his way and is therefore too dangerous an opponent to be tackled.
clear!
p.s. the awesomous wifus is also undergoing training of her own. what has two thumbs and is very proud of his nurse wife? this guy.
p.p.s. ...and i'm 30 years old.
p.s. the awesomous wifus is also undergoing training of her own. what has two thumbs and is very proud of his nurse wife? this guy.
p.p.s. ...and i'm 30 years old.
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