the place is silent now. Except the hum of the fan, beside me ( they turn off airconditioning at night) , the taps of my keyboard and the occasional beeping of the security door nearby (due to owls like me spending some time with their loved workunits) there is nothing. all silence. I looked out the window, theres the big guitar sign, the landmark, the glorious glorietta, I can even smell the aroma of caffeine of starbucks from here. (sadly, I cant afford. Got no bucks, even a star :( ) Ahh there is manong again with his floor scrubber ( I dont know what in the earth it is called :) ) Time for me to leave. This is madness. Cant think clearly..... its getting dark...... My head ..... so light................fading......... !@#$!@# PEOPLECODEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE wahhhhhhhh hu hu hu hu ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!

The time is 6:50 in the morning. Still sleepy eyes glaring at the computer monitor and weary fingers typing at the keyboard. On the table are two cofee mugs, one is for cold water and another is for hot chocolate. Ahh, such is life in the cubicle. Sometimes, I do wonder if I am really happy in this kind of work, if I will be dong this for the rest my miserable life, If I will be able to get out from this Heaven(?). Ahh the expletives of a rating fool. Maybe I just woke up from the wrong side of the bed, maybe I'm just kind of overreacting due to unfinished work units. mabe I'm just longing for the little sleeping time which this work has stolen from me. Maybe yes or maybe not. But in this situation, there's not much really options, all I have is a hobson's choice. A sad fact indeed. Sometimes of more oftenly I do wish for things, like If only I have this and that. If only this were this and that. Man, I do wish for a lot of things. But like what they say. Wishes are for weak men, stronger one do something about it. I think this will have to do for my rantings today. Maybe I'll feel a little better later this day, maybe it'll get worse. I sure hope not. But whatever happens GOD, please help through the day

Here I am again in the four corners of my cube after usual weekend expecting a usual week ahead me. The only out of the ordinary events which happened to me today is that I went to the office unsually late(very) at around 11:30 in the morning. Talk about being late. My officemates are even shocked that went to the office at all. Well, thats me, the ever work(?)-minded person that I am. Next, I received an email from an old classmate which I never expected to reply. It was a good feeling that somehow someone has still you in their mind after the time has erased the others. I was actually planning to continue my narration of my ideal mornings but somehow work has gotten in the way. Maybe, If the time and inspiration is right, the blue moon is shining brightly in the night sky. Wait, I hate to deviate from train of thoughts that I do plan to share but a significant event has just occured( ha ha ha Do I sound like a wideyed news caster?), Listen, do you hear something? If you hear something..nothing to be afraid of, but on contrary, the cube around me is silent, around 5 to 10 secs silent. You may ask what is so peculiar about that? Well, nothing really. Its just that, our office is never silent. much more in Lunch time?. And I dont know maybe its just me or wild imagination, It feels eery. Man, the Haloween is still long a way to go. whoa it lunch time, go to feed my instestinal pets he he he!

The new day.. ahhh. There is really nothing like cup of fresh taster's choice coffee and a hot pandesal on the breakfast table outside the garden. With the birds busily chriping on a nearby coconut tree busily starting their day and the cool morning breeze which caresses not only your body but seems to touch your very soul. If you will look up, you will can still see light crimson colored sky as the dawn breaks on the east. Ah, there is Mama Binda ... probably going to the market with trusty basket. Tata Luis!! kmsta? ahh, There is our friendly Jeepney driver as he plows the street for his daily route. There is dad, seated on the couch, dead serious watching the latest news on the CNN. "Bauya na raw si nono mo ta migkaon na!" Mom's voice. There are two types of voice mom has. One is the soothing voice like which every mother has but hers is a special one. And the other is voice like a thunder. A commanding presence which you would be very foolish to go against. But today its a combination of both. I felt a little guilt just watching her from here, as she prepares her obra, our breakfast. Theres in nothing special about the breakfast meal, just my favorite smoked spam, sampagita rice, with fresh hot cocoa. I love Mom. :) Then there are my two sisters forever quarelling. Sometimes annoying. They seem to quarrel at almost everything from household chores assigment to who has a better looking spoon. Ahh... the good old times. How I wish all my mornings would be like this. Forever frozen into eternity. But you have to move on. As your life change so, does your mornings. OOps I have to stop the melacholy for the bosses are already here. I wish I could continue, let see if I can continue later.......

I was sitting on a bench last Saturday night at the park near the 6750. I was just enjoying the view, the trees, the serenity, the projectiles whizzing by from the guns of the military soldiers taking over a nearby hotel. BAM! The person sitting beside my bench suddenly slouched DEAD. from a bullet wound on the head. Life can be so tragic. But hey wait, this cannot be happening..the coup did not succeed and the mutinous soldiers didnt fire a single shot and I was never sitting on a bench at the park near the 6750 on a Saturday Night. This was just a pigment of my imagination. This is not rea.... WHAM blood spurted all over the pavement as another innocent civilian, a casualty of this senseless mutiny or imagination. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! ITS ALREADY OVER! Hell, I must be dreaming. That's it!! This is just a dream nay a nightmare I must wakeup before I go 6 feet below the ground. YOU THERE! I turned and saw a Magdalo soldier with a carbine aimed directly at me. All sanity and rational thinking left me, and my instict to survive took over my physical being. My legs began to run and cold sweat began pouring over my whole body in an instant. But before I can recover my senses, BAM! I feel the burning lead tear through my flesh at my back, passing though my instestines, barely missing the liver and as my mouth began to form a scream.. I woke up. I looked around ensuring that indeed just a dream. I still can feel the imaginary pain and touched my back where the imaginary bullet went through. Ahh, what a relief. The only real thing was the sweat. I was drenched all over. I decided to get a cold drink at the kitchen. As I the water refreshes my dried mouth, my gray matter began to work. I wonder made my subconscious mind formulate such hellish dream. Maybe the recent events just affected me so much that it embedded itself on my subconscious mind. But whatever the reason is, honestly I feel bad because after all there will be work tommorow. May God forgive me for thinking like this.