In the past, I have once shared with you two things I wanna try learning: 1) To learn to speak Spanish, and 2) To learn Philippine sign language. After years trying to pave the way for me to try out something new to me, the language gods have answered my prayers and I finally get to study Spanish this November.
While I should have written this piece when it was more appropriate last month, as the day of my first work anniversary in my current company fell on that day, I thought the weekend before my birthday would be just as fine knowing that this was, as I have mentioned before, an early birthday gift, just as I was about to hit that time the middle point of my roarin’ twenties.
It’s been a while since I last saw some old faces from high school, at least since the last time we had had a get-together. If I’m not mistaken, the last had been, what? Bonifacio Day Weekend 2010 or some time later on? Thus, it was really nice that a few of us have managed to have this happen less than a week ago, with the planning stages and everything done in less than two days before the night we would see each other, culminating on Rizal Day.
So today, 2 January marks the anniversary of my entrance to the workforce. Indeed, it was barely 24 hours into 2012 when I received that fateful text message telling me that I was accepted into my first job and that I need to report for work the next day.
It’s been a while since I did a write up on the year that was. The past couple of years offered nothing much to write home about especially with me having been in a perpetuated state of limbo since I got let go from my previous job and none of my goals, from establishing a freelance business to studying a foreign language, didn’t materialise. Doesn’t help that the people I thought I could count on, especially my dad, couldn’t support me in my endeavours.
Sometimes, one’s past has a way of resurfacing itself as paths overlap in the crossroads of fate. Such was the case a couple of weeks ago when I passed by someone I thought I would never expect myself to see ever again.
Back in the day, I had an argument with someone who I once trusted and regarded to as a friend. The argument came as a result of a line being crossed of which I could never forgive him for. While it’s not the kind of argument where we would yell at each other, it was more of “You crossed me so you’re dead to me!” kind of argument. I simply approached him, gave him a piece of my mind in a whisper and then…
BAM! Friendship’s over.
I never meant to do the way that I did but the circumstances left me with no other choice. And the person in question, it seems to me, did not get the message. Basically, there’s always a time and place for everything but when you do or say something that is, not just ill-timed but also out of line, then you shouldn’t even wonder why we’re in this situation in the first place.
Fast forward to today: I was at an overpass on my way to the nearest bus stop. And out of the blue, I saw a familiar figure, carrying a heavy handbag on one hand. Inside my mind, was panicking and hyperventilating at the sight of the last person I’d expect to see. But on the surface, I was calm, cool and collected.
I took a quick glance to make sure that who I’m seeing is exactly who I’m seeing. I was wearing my contacts at the time so I was hoping I wouldn’t get recognised. Eventually, our paths crossed and I’m not exactly what happened but I could have sworn he also stole a quick glance, probably thinking if I was a familiar person to him as well. I was also wearing earphones connected to my phone so my face really looked occupied but I was concentrated to that chanced sight.
That moment triggered all the memories coming back into the forefront, both the good and the bad. People around me may think I’m simply holding a grudge to a senseless issue but the issue itself is a very personal one, of which I have made it clear to the people I know.
Me and the one I once considered a friend left each other on bad terms and I don’t think we would ever resolve it anytime soon.
They say that time will heal old wounds, but I don’t think it would be the case for this now.
(Editor’s note: Written last October 25, 2015)
The first month back to full-employment status have been tiring yet fulfilling. I still feel a bit rough around the edges but for the most part, I think I’m finally getting my groove in my new environment.
What’s worse than having cheerful and supportive parents acting as your job agents? Well, encountering an HR department who actually refuses resumes for one.
After more than 2 years of being in the population of the unemployed, I finally landed myself a steady job.
Sa mga Papasok na Housemates,
Habang binabasa niyo ito, marahil kayo ay nasa kalagitnaan ng pagsesequester sa kanya-kanyang hotel room sa Maynila (at maaring hindi mo ‘to mabasa kaagad), kung saan ay naghihintay na lamang kayong lumipas ang isang linggo bago kayo pumasok sa bahay ni Kuya para sa makasaysayang nitong ikaanim na regular season (ikalabing dalawa sa pangkalahatan) at ikasampung anibersaryo.
Sa inyong pagpasok, magiging bahagi na kayo ng isang naatatanging pangkat ng mga tao mula sa iba’t ibang bahagi ng mundo na binigyan ng pagkakataong manirahan kasama ang mga kapwa estranghero sa loob ng higit-kumulang na 15 linggo na walang contact mula sa labas. Para maglaro sa isang palabas na may mga hindi-inaasahang twists at turns, magawang lagpasan ang bawat nominasyon at evictions, maging ang pagpipintas ng publiko hanggang sa ikaw na lang ang natatanging natitira.