sober in october

This is my long overdue meltdown. Haven’t blogged as much as I want to. I’m always too busy at work (never in school), too lazy to bring my laptop to the apartment, or, too busy FB-ing and watching DVD on weekends in Batangas. Last night I tried blogging through my phone but failed. I was a little excited pa naman about my interesting yet pathetic attempt to digest my emotions. It’s like my emotions, interesting and pathetic.

Since the last time I blogged, my days had been full of worries. What have I not learned about the futility of worrying? I guess easier said than done on that part.

There was the Ondoy tragedy. After the weekend incident, each day, the stories I heard worsened. I was awed by the news and with what I saw when I went to Cainta. I was thankful that my family was spared. My heart always cried by little stories of unsung heroes who went out of their way to help even though they themselves are victims. I felt guilt because I felt that I could have been the more deserving victims than these people. Yet, on top of it all, I was amazed by the bayanihan support system of the Filipinos. I haven’t had this proud-to-be-Pinoy moment. 

There are also other worries, although they may sound so self-serving as if the world revolves around me but I’ll share it anyway:

There’s office: Life is crazy - an understatement! Nuff said!

There’s MBA: Sometimes I don’t see the point why I’m taking this. If I were not more than half-way through it, I would have given up. I read an article where a CEO claims the 2 years in MBA is worth 10 years of his professional experience. NOT! If not for the good friends I’ve met through the program I wouldn’t have stuck out all this time. 

There’s this guy whom I shall call Speedo (because he is a great swimmer) who is now one of those what-if list. I just found out that he got his gf pregnant. They were on cool-off last summer when we were still in summer breeze mode (whatever that means).

There’s this guy whom I shall call Nike (because he looks sporty to me) who is another everything but the tall guy. I wonder if I should change my height-is-none-negotiable policy.

There’s this guy whom I shall call Billabong (because I’m into sports brand in this post) who is everything but a guy ata becauseof his so girly way of doing things. Walang balls?

And then there’s the Sober in October policy which I don’t know if I can really keep up to. Why did I ever think of that? Oh well, because of the guilt from Ondoy.

There’s this wonder why the hell am I writing about all these things???