And just like that, another year has ended! While everybody on Facebook is busy submitting their year-end essay, I chose to post a haiku because, well, I have this page to write to my heart’s content! ^_^
The haiku is roughly translated as:
Last day of the year
And later, it’ll be the first
So go, eat some more!
Not shading everyone on Facebook, writing lengthy stuff about their year. I was just being cheeky! I actually enjoy reading them, save for some with irrelevant #humblebrag.
Contrary to what you have initially thought, I was not pertaining to just one shirt.
As what I have previously expressed before June ended, it’s getting cumbersome deciding every morning. But the no-fuss, solid dark shirt for the day would have been liberating.
So last Sunday, on our routine night in SM, I took the plunge. I was looking forward to a carefree week and I could start it with a perfect black. round-neck shirt. Likewise, my ceiling price was less than Php 150.
The perfect black shirt. I’ll get five in one color!
It’s exactly 11:36 PM tonight, 11th of September and I am still wide awake. I have no work tomorrow because of Eid al-Adha. With a bad movie playing on the background, I have some white noise to block out the rain outside. I also took this photo with my laptop camera for no apparent reason.
My “Hello 9/11” face
Anyway, it was a very eventful week. I got a great news before Friday ended. I will be flying to Thailand this October for about half a month. My friend, Becca, was unfortunately unable to come to the course and I had to go, instead of the supposed November schedule. I was the fourth person on the list and I was suddenly asked to jump in. Just imagine, about exactly a year ago, I was in Guam for work-related travel and a year after, here I am again. There are certainly things I have to be thankful for, considering I had this soliloquy more than four years ago and another one a year after. But I would like to go back to the latter one, as it is more pertinent to what has been bothering me lately. The Pygmalion effect has come into consciousness once again.
While waiting for something substantial to happen (i.e. another chapter of my colorful working life), I have added a small inset. As I spend most of my time getting ready and preparing myself mentally of what the future has for me, I found myself writing profusely. I was fortunate enough that in between jobs, I was able to secure a freelance writing position for an Austrian firm. I was tasked to write on African politics, both domestic and international. Who would have thought that my previous job would give me an unexpected leg up on this? :p
Writing while looking outside