House of Memory

This week has marked my 25th year.  Weirdly enough, I was happy celebrating my birthday. In fact, this has been the "happiest" birthday I've had so far or at least in my recent memory. The past years had been so blue and forgettable that I didn't feel that my day was still worthy to be celebrated. I was surely demotivated and it was truly getting harder for me to see the beauty of getting a year older each passing year. I was depressed and very far from what I am now. And seeing myself being this way— merrier, extrovert, and carefree— is very very strange. I don't think I have been this liberated my whole life. I don't think I have smiled or laugh this much before. I don't think I have been this excited to wake up every day. Everything feels anew and I feel like I have been experiencing "life" lately or should I say eversince I had my career shift. Not only I was redirected to another profession, but my life has literally turned over a new leaf..

I told you, I'll be back.  I may be late, but this is much better than never. Isn't it? This week has just been like the usual week I've also had previously. Nothing prominently grand, but I had some bits of glittery moments that are still worthy to share.  Despite the mental strain I had after our brief discussion with our COO, I was still able to compose myself and push through the rest of this week with grace. It wasn't a major process update but for some reason I had a hard time trying to take everything in. My mind felt like it had taken a sudden halt and all the stuffs I've learned so far flattered upwards in the air and I was left brainless. I was overwhelmed and I knew it. Admittedly, I also had a fault on my end and that's for being too distracted with my surroundings which consequently impeded my productivity. Acknowledging this, I knew I had to give myself a break and so I rested my thoughts. Thankfully, I had a debriefing call with our client, cleare

This feels weird.  It's been a long while, no? I have been typing for minutes now and I am slightly uncomfortable with the look of Courier font on my eyes. It has really been a while indeed that even the default font I have here is no longer emotionally familiar.  The Sunday morning has been on its full blaze since I woke up past 7. It is hot and humid and almost airless-- a contrary of what's life like three weeks ago: tucked up in the wet weather. Now, my skin feels being scorched by the heat from the summer-like blast and my mini-fan on the side is blowing hot airs, melting the sun cream on my face. I keep throwing glances at Pino from the stand mirror to see how he's coping up. I like to bring him downstairs but I am too afraid that I might lose my train of thoughts when I dare to even lift myself a bit here on my chair. Damn shit.  I have to repeat this again: it is fucking hot!  Somehow the mellow music close-by soothes all these cruelties. It's on the right volum