E-merika

This is how my mom pronounce America! It is so funny and I cant stop thinking about her when I hear this. Now Im here sa AMERICA it kills me because I hear this word everyday.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Freak



We'll can I say good to be back.
Back at home...

Actually twas a bit bitin... wait no not a bit.. it was
really bitin.
anyway back to land of...
do wanna continue, I dont want to start with a negative vibe..

picture: Smartplant window; software I'll be using for two months. =<



Well just a recap, on my flight last thursday...
It was terrible experience.
Seated at "64E"
The last seat on the plane!
(although not the most uncomfortable place, good thing that I'm on the window side and
the person beside me transferred a seat away)
Goddamit, Why didnt the japanese bitch put me on the compartment.

Well I'm talking about the JAL check-in representative.
I wish I could write more about the last trip but nothing more to tell.

Anyway, WE just finished our "kapihan" term coined for our department meeting.
Although, juice and cheap peanut butter sandwich were served in lieu of Nescafe.
The whole morning we were discussing about our CDP- Career Development Plan.

Dont want to sound "poor dad" but all are things said were crap!
Dont need to say more, I know my friends know that I have complaining over and over again.
Maybe many of them are irritated and want to kill me.

Nick, my classmate in DLSU told me to enjoy my stay here in office and stop complaining.
He also reminded me that I should enjoy my R&R in Japan.
Which I definitely did! hehehe

Ok, more on what my mind is thinking at the moment...
I just realized that when I created this blog, a created a new me.
Some might wonder if this is the me that they knew.
Few might ask if this is the me that they want to know.
My point being that because this is a public blog I do some personal censorship.
This becomes a problem because my intended audience become the new "rcmasterb"
the "master" of my fate.

I dont have a power the power to control... do I?

Even though my brain, my soul or someone omnipotent is thinking what I should say,
people who I cant see and read this is trying to control me.

I cant say that I'm afraid to meet and have coffee or dinner with someone (see I cant even say her name)
because I dont know how to act when I see her with somebody else...

I cant even say that I miss Japan and I miss her so much. (see you might be wondering who see is, if you know me, you'll start
asking. You'll say what the hell? He's gay! what is he talking about?)

This blog serves two purpose. One is to write about me honestly and second to be reminded that this writter is a

FREAK!

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