Five dolla?!

So sitting here at work, – I have doubts calling this kind of activity, “work” since my job responsibilities in this work-study are absolutely asinine that compares to barely lifting a pinkie.- I encounter a lot of people here. This place is a computer lab where sociology students come and do their work. Aside from a good, hefty pay, in relative to what I’m actually doing, one of the reasons why I love this job is because of random encounters with strangeness.

One of my main duties is “to assist students with software and technical difficulties,” more or less helping people out with Microsoft Ofiice. Now, sometimes I get these real dumb, why-even-bother-to-ask questions such as how to turn on the computer, or if they are allowed to save something off their storage devices… my personal favorite was when this girl asked if she can sit in the chair while trying to print something off… ? Maybe I’ve been here for so long, but such questions often leave be bewildered. Talk about the “Doh!” factor.

I find it hard to justify the pay rate my university is paying me for this kind of job. I mean, is it really worth my effort to sit in my butt surfing the net and feeding printers papers when get it gets paper hungry. But hey I’m not complaining 🙂

Another perk in this job is that I basically have this whole working time for myself to do anything other than working and such doesn’t interfere with working, if that makes sense. Sayin’ it so, I get paid eating, I get paid sleeping (yes, one time I opened the lab early in the morning, sat down, slouched over and slept for 5 hours, woke up, clocked out, made my checking account some $$$ fatter 2 weeks later), and best of all, getting paid while typing down an entry like this, which means by the time you finish reading this post, I am around $47.58 richer than you. 

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Damn it feels good to be a gangsta’!

It sure does, but it feels better to be a human.

Doesn't it feel good to be "human" once again when you can just talk about mundane stuff (and eventually turning into something profound), with a good friend? This is why I love my coffee buddies (but not their coffee breath, :)). It's real enjoyable engaging in great conversations with such peeps in coffeehouses with topics ranging from latest cheesiest buzz to the theory of relativity.

I dunno, but its great having someone to share your life, dreams, frustrations, memories, and anything else in life, universe and everything — without it turning into a long, tiring debate — just a plain exchange of ideas with an occasional insight as to what the other person is saying …

Times like those are timeless, and moments like those are motionless. They just make you forget and be aware of time. You could lose yourself in the moment, and at the same time "find" yourself throughout the mutual exchange.

Grapes are Sour

Two more weeks and the quarter's over. The usual end of the quarter rush is starting to set in. I really want to get this quarter over and done with, not because of academic reasons but I'm looking forward to summer. Speaking of which, summertime is nice on campus. It's quiet. I get to wear sandals and thongs all day long. Did I mention quiet? As in like this quiet:

Yup.

And I can also capture the complete market share for the duck feeding at the lake.

Unfortunate news. Car's beaten up, badly by some drunken monkeys off the parking space outside. I can't wait to find a subletter to take my place, next thing I know I'll find out my front tires would be slashed. Back to ducks, one of the baby ones died 😦 poor thing.

Typing this is rather difficult cause I keep blinking every .24 seconds. Either a stray lint or I think i've accumulated some solidified eye goo somewhere inside my left eye. Meh, I need to change my contact… It kinda makes me appreciate the gift of sight. Can you imagine the people without it? I admire those who have eyesight problems but can still see and appreciate beauty with more than a 20/20 perspective precision.

That's what I'm trying to perpetually change in me. I tend to notice my shortcomings instead of counting and sharing my blessings. So much for our mainstream culture where materialism saturation is apparent. It's too bad that most of us don't realize how fortunate we are in comparison to the other parts of the world. Hopefully, and I know that overtime, we would be able to capture more than "small living" for ourselves, because there's something bigger and more beautiful out there than ourselves.

Yo’ Momma’s Day

So my mom called yesterday, but there's a story behind it.

As you know, (but for most you probably don't) we rarely get to talk to each other due to geographical separation and some other issues but that's another postlong story. She's a sweet woman and I love her to death and the last time we talked on the phone was about some months ago.

After we hung up, I realised that it was Mother's Day in the Philippines and I never even mentioned anything about it. I totally forgot.

That actually made me felt horrible inside. Who am I to blame? Maybe from the way I was brought up (without a mom), I never really grasped some sense of a motherhood connection until a few years back when I really got to know her. I don't mean to be insensitive but I really wish Mother's Day was more than just a corporate holiday for most.

I really want to send her a rose, but I cant because of some issues too complicated to explain. Well, not exactly a rose but the I'd love to see the look on her face and hear her reaction when she receives it.

This post turned out to be personally serious than I thought it would be. Meh, just some of me showing some soft side. I was going to put up a chokeful of jokes but it swung around instead.

rose for you =)

Happy Mother's Day mom and to all mothers out there 🙂  

For the long braso-ed kitten

Just for someone who owes me a Beedubs dinner.

 Oooh!

Milestones

What do you do after not posting a single entry for a month? Hah, if you're like me, no explanation needed, or this case, be given. Let's just say someone just woke up from a blogger's coma :-P.

In reality, I went past by a new checkpoint where everything else that happened before didn't really matter anymore, because tonight I got the mark of a new beginning with a sword of righteousness bestowed to me by the King. With his Word comes my action. Where my action leads to His glory.

Normally I would be annoyed by the tiniest things ever, such as leftover goo on plates even after washing them thoroughly. Not as much anymore though, even right now as I am typing this post while I can see the dust shaking off the ceiling from the generous acoustic blasting upstair neighbor.

To the bottom of it, things are awesomely great, especially around us. But many of us, including me mostly all the time, often get clouded with others things that are beyond us.

We search for answers for questions that are out of our league. These preoccupation gets in our way of thinking what is really important, unfortunately some of us venture to the path of "I will know it all, (sometime, just give me time and I will figure it out...)" which will eventually lead to this thing called "pride".

All it takes is a simple reminder that the answers we're looking for is within the invitation of some carpenter who asked us to follow Him. That is all.

peek-a-boo

Greetings from Shalimar, Florida.

If anything I learned from this spring break,

God moves in mysterious ways.

For real.