What has life to offer ...

Haven't you noticed how life weave its cycle? At first, you were born, playing it smooth and wish to grow up fast; then you spent more than ten years of your life for education, dealing obstacles with determination; then here comes work to stay all for a lifetime. We seem to live in order to work and not to work in order to live. But with all these options, life has offered us nothing but work. Yes, reality bites, that is why we always try to look at its sunny side, because life's reality sucks. And then, we wish we never grew up whenever we hear the laughter of children that tell us how light and smooth the life we once had. Life that we wish to leave because the grass seems greener on the adult's side. So, after all of these, we marry, have children, and so we must work harder and harder for them for this is what life has to offer. Now, are we just like little children who wish to leave this part of life fast? Then life seems greener on death's side... if that's what you call 'life after death'.

Life's A Piece of Cake

When my boss told me that I, alone, will be going to Tokyo with her for the system integration of our project, honestly, I got worried. At that time, its just about a month since I was assigned to that project, and though I was able to familiarize its technology quickly, still it was hard for me to understand all of its functionalities. But now, I just arrived from Tokyo, safe and sound, and fulfilled. The hardest challenge as I thought it would be had turned out to be just a walk in a park. Sure it was tough but it made me tougher. Again, I am reminded, that no matter how we think life would be that hard, with God's help, life is just a piece of cake. So let's enjoy it.

All In A Month's Work

Crashed and crushed. Well, that's me for now. After dealing with all the headaches and stresses brought by all those debugging to satisfy our customer with a bug-free software, what's left of me is nothing less than a satisfied me. I could barely recall how many dinners I did skip, how many days I did render for more than twelve hours of work, and how many times I did overcome my veins from popping due to stress. But after we have deployed and tested the system to customer site, I could feel satisfaction no other tons of stress could compare. I realized that sometimes we have to be stressed and tired, we have to give up something, for us to appreciate what's more worth achieving. And after the deployment, all I did, is go back to my room, rest in the couch, and take a picture of a smiling me, but of course, this was after the party, with my boss, was over. Hehehe

Sleepless In Tokyo

Its 3am in the morning. Im in Tokyo. Yet my mind wanders far beyond the boundaries of this room. I am in Tokyo, in a foreign land. So far from what I call home. From what I call comfort. From what I call friends. As I look over the window of this hotel room, I could almost think that the light beyond those buildings could be the light from my home where familiar laughters would always be unexpectingly enjoyable and fulfilling. But its not. I am miles away from home. Away, that only imaginations could travel across those oceans and skies. But I have to be here, no matter how I wish to be home, no matter how I wish to be with those laughters, no matter how I longed to sleep in those familiar beds and lamplights, I still have jobs to do before I could rest ... and jobs to do before I could rest ...

Mirage of July

I am currently enjoying a certain creativity game in a forum in www.mtgsalvation.com. As you know, I am an MTG player or fanatic for almost four years. I joined this kind of game called FCC on the said web site since last month but then, this week, I was amused, sort of, by the card that just came up from my mind while watching the dancing diablos as a mirage of the scorched and paved street under the Tokyo summer. The card closely represents me. I am a mirage to the people around me. They saw me not completely, not clearly, not truly, but as a mirage of what I allow them to see. I created an illusion of what they wanted to see from me. And that is merged with the reality all around them. An illusion of strength, peace, and determination. But I am as fragile as a mirage, as a breeze, as a droplet. In a reckless blink, my sight will be gone with the wind. Gladly, I won last week's FCC.