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Alone but not lonely

My officemates have their respective lunch dates last thursday so I opted to eat my lunch alone at the pantry.

Sir Donald saw me when he went there to get a mug of water and said, or should I say he asked "Renin, loner ka ngayon?"

I simply smiled as he throw other queries.

But his question left me pondering. Indeed, I was alone, apart from others, with no one but my self (excluding those who go at the pantry to get some things) while having my meal but I was definitely not lonely. I was able to think and plan about different matters during that particular solitary moment of mine. I had and have no regrets of eating unaccompanied.

BTW, I used this photo because I felt (upon viewing it) that it represent my feelings while writing this entry.

Dreams

Ms. Fe (our HRMD Manager) asked me to post this words to ponder in the bulletin board. It is nice and worth sharing. Here it is:

"Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born."
- Dale E. Turner

Indeed we can and may have myriads of dreams, big and small, all through out our life. The dreams we weave give us something to look forward to, something to hold on. Dreams give us hope. Dreams-come-true give us immeasurable gratification and even sense of accomplishment.
I believe that dreaming is something we should never stop doing and never cease achieving.

Dream big... Dream the attainable dreams...

What do you currently dream about?

A Witness' Guilt

I witnessed an accident this morning. A man, who happened to be my co-passenger in a jeepney bound for Turbina-Real, was hit by a car while crossing the street. I was shocked that I was still for a second. But honestly, I was relieved because I was not the one hurt. On the other hand I also felt guilty, guilty that I have not done something which I could have done.

Here was the scenario. All the passengers of the jeepney I took briskly crossed the street but suddenly halted in the middle of the road upon noticing an approaching fast-moving car. The man on my right side did not stop walking and was the one hurt in the leg. I looked back at the man but did not do anything to help. I continued crossing the street instead; I continued to walk as if accidents like the one I witnessed are ordinary occurrence where I can simply shrug my shoulders.

The incident occurred in a flash, but it stayed in my consciousness. While in the bus, I felt so uneasy. I felt guilty, guilty that I did not even bother to remind the man that a fast-moving car is near. I felt guilty because I thought that if only I have done such small gesture the man may have been spared from being hurt. If only…

On the other hand, I also thought that if only the man was more careful and faithfully follow the stop, look, and listen SOP he could have safely crossed the street. But no matter how I try to put aside my guilt feelings I am still irresponsible about the incident. I still feel guilty, and I know I am really guilty.

My Mabinian Pals

I saw the Mabini Academy for the second time this afternoon while we (Ms. Lyn, Ms. Rose and I) were on our way to International Exchange Bank-Lipa. It was dismissal time so there were lots of students on the street and side walk. While taking a good look of the school’s structure and students I remembered my My Mabinian pals, especially the ever- witty Hanzel, who is now an HR staff in Makati, and naughty-gritty Gilbert, who is now on his fourth year of studies and training in Baguio (ooopppsss... sorry for dropping tidbits, I hope you don't mind).

My experience is a clear example of episodic memory. Things that happened in the past flashed back like a movie; and it feel so good to realize that I have lots of good memories to cherish.

I am wondering how Hanzel and Gilbert are doing in their respective paths…

I am looking forward to see Hanzel tomorrow (he'll pay us a visit). ^_^

Constantly Reminded

I cannot understand why I am constantly reminded of events, people or things which I actually try to forget. On the most uneventful and unexpected moments episodes from my past suddenly pop-up on my consciousness and presto! I am left pondering and making wishlist or "what ifs."

I do not like it. It is not because I am not good at thinking (I firmly believe otherwise) but because it keeps me hanging or worrying. Such pondering moments only make me sick. It is not because I do not like the idea of thinking about events, people or things from my past because they are not good to think about, it is rather a living reminder that I have a lot of wants that, unfortunately, too far-fetch for me to reach and have for keeps.

See, I am starting to sound pathetic. Here's a period (.) for my dilemma.


....but it keeps me reminded of...