When Im Gone

I know one day, it will come a time that everyone will be viewing my blog, my profile, it be from FB, FS, twitter or what have you. They'd be curious of what I had to say, how I felt, who I was with, and what made me happy. And when that time comes, please forgive me if I ever made a post that caused harm to anyone, and thank you to those who made me feel the urge of posting because of too much happiness. I am not a good writer, (i thought i was) I often just blog about shit. But I know that one day, this page you're viewing will be part of your history, because I was once a part of you.

Thank you, everyone. I am not committing suicide or what not, its just that, I want to be prepared. I want to make sure that I blogged about something that everyone could relate, and could remember.

Exhausted

For the benefit of those who doesnt know, I'm currently a video editor/call center agent. I know not everyone can do part-time while having a full-time job, so I must say that I am proud that I'm able to make it each and every time that I need to travel from QC, to Ayala, go home in Mandaluyong and back to QC. As of writing,I am required to attend 8 hours of training, which make it really difficult for me to edit since it would turn like im doing the editing as part time. I have to spend my weekends at the office to continue editing but unfortunately still its not enough and its getting harder each day, plus the fact that I'm not in good terms with one of my colleague.

Well anyway, I've been doing it for a month now, I can feel the pressure, Im stressed out, yet I can not feel and see the fruit of my hard work, I dont know why shit has to happen for every project that I get. It now make me think that maybe, editing is not for me. Yes, this is what I ever wanted. I always dreamed of it, but now that I'm here, it makes me think twice. Sometimes getting what you want is not the answer, because not everything that we want is not always what we really needed, and is just not meant for us.

Queen's 1st bday

Behind the Imperfections

For the Nth time in almost two years, I cried in front of my girlfriend, and leaned on her shoulders while telling her my frustrations. The sight was not strange. She has been my best friend and a very good listener, and in times like these, she was there to tap my back, hug me and made sure that I'd feel a lot better afterward.

I know that life could never be perfect. But above that are people that can stay behind you to push you and let you know that failures are part of life, and that you are not alone to fix and improve things.



Thank you love, for being the perfect person to share everything with.