Requesting for Vacation Leavesssss

I need a rest.

Hearing others out takes a toll on you
Giving way wears me out
Working for free tires me

I want to go to my happy place.
Wherever that is
No work
No issues
I'll be someone new.
When I get back I'll have new views
New perspectives
Relaxed. Composed. Focused.

I'm not getting any younger
The future looms over me
I have to either face it head on
Or hunched over, cowering.
Gotta be prepared
So, please give me rest.

@ Work: Insubordination

Currently at work...

Nothing to do. 
Errr...I'm actually channeling insubordination.
Let's see where it goes.
Right now, I'm thinking, 'To Hell with the consequences'
Wonder what's going to happen tomorrow.
Brrrr...

Don't Fall For Me

Don't fall for me
Don't mistake my smiles for more than friendship
If I like you I'd ignore you
I'd avoid you like the plague

If you say, 'my heart is yours'
Take it back now
You'll have to thaw it out
For the ice in me is fierce

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
Hurt you or make you love me
I never flirted
I just needed a friend

If you were the flower in my field
The one I cherish from afar
Then I'd say, 'my heart is yours'
Softly that is, so only the wind hears.

...Sorry I just had to get this out of my head.

Remember Patience

So I'm to start as a chat support rep on June 17.
Orientation is on the 13th.
And yes I'm putting that all here to remind myself of these V.I. dates.

I'm not really excited. As we speak. Or as I type.
Maybe it's the heat and the way I'm sweating like a pig right now.
Or maybe it's just me.
Yes, yes, no to gloomy stuff here.
I can still remember what I said in my past post.

Still, where will I post these ramblings?
these doubts? these weaknesses?
these weakening of the spirit?
okaay, emo. I know.

Maybe I'm just feeling down because of boredom?
I know I saw someone post something like,
'so bored, starting to be depressed'
or something like that.
Maybe it's just that.

Galing sa Tumblr

Nagtrabaho ba ko para mag-Inet?
Walang masyadong pasyenteng pumapasok ngayon dito sa ospital.

Trabaho ko lang naman eh mag-admit. Sabi nung isang bantay, reception.

I resent that.

Di naman sa minamaliit ko ang mga receptionist.

Haller. Maliitin ko ang beauty nila? Kapal ng mukha ko.

Yun nga kasi eh. Di ako receptionist. Admission/Information Officer ako.

Whatever that is.

I know, I know. Hunghang na kung hunghang.

Pasukin ba naman ang trabaho na wala kang alam.

Eh sa Bum nga ako eh. Desperado i-assert ang dignity by means of a job.

And now here it is.

Lunod. Windang. Lost. Pagala-gala.

Sinusubukang makuha ang approval ng boss at officemates.

Trying to fit in. As usual.