Flashes

They say before you die, your life flashes before you like a movie trailer on forward. Well, if my life were to flash before me, this is how the last two months would look like.

First off was the promotion. I got promoted to Manager to G**** Management. Only MY company would come up with such title. But there it is. My hard work and borderline stress problems finally culminated in a promotion. (Oh gads, I remember my trip to the ER fresh from the office wherein I was hyperventilating and blubbering over and over, "I'm not sick! I'm just stressed! Stressed, I tell you!" They had to sedate me to shut me up. T_T

Back to the promotion, my delight lasted for about 5 minutes. Because after the 5 minutes of congratulations from my boss S and HR Manager L, they followed it up with news of S's leaving. That floored me. The best boss I've had all these years, leaving. ^%$&%^&%$##!!! Good things never last.

Here is a picture of S and his 3 dashing supervisors. You can see how crazy he is. I was his particular stress reliever and no matter how much I complained about it before, now that he's gone, well, I miss him. I miss the catch ball games, the pretend "secretary" scenarios, the jokes, the insensitive references to SB, and even getting locked up in the boy's bathroom. There was even that unforgettable drinking session during K's birthday where I ended up crying on N's shoulder thanks to his pranks. But as a boss, he was a professional. Most of the time. ^^

Work is still fun even if we were minus one person. Work is camaraderie. Through payday and lean days. Through food trips and electric outages. Through supertyphoons and holidays at work. Here we are sharing what meager food we could come up with. There's a scramble but you can be sure everybody gets a share.

And K is still around of course. Still as eccentric as ever. What's he doing here? You can guess but I don't have ten years. The guy is playing WOW but the light from the window is blinding him. Hence the makeshift shelter from his brown sweater. Underneath that sweater is my favorite guy in all the universe.

Going home on the MRT with my friends is still the best way to end the day. I COULD get a car but hey, miss out on all our antics on the train? No way. Here they are with Tae and Biik at each other's throats as usual. The last time we rode the MRT, there was this guy with a bag 100% identical to mine. And we were shouting, DESTINY! DESTINY! Despite his i-pod protected ears, he was very red when he left the train. Probably thought we were a bunch of half-crazed loons which wouldn't be so far from the truth.

Here are a few firsts. My first coffee jelly. Cuz and I were going out but to make it a threesome (as was usual in the old days), we invited K along. K had a craving for the UCC coffee jelly. He was adamant that we taste it. So we did. It was jelly cubes with icecream on top. The coffee jelly cubes were really strong. I could feel the caffeine shooting up my veins and bloodstream. haha.

My first overnight on a yacht. Scott had a party and some of us ended up staying overnight because of work the following day. Well, technically, a few hours after since that was already in the wee hours of the morning. Didn't get much sleep though. I was sandwiched in between the bulkhead and a friendship. After a couple of visits in Scott's boat, it was really starting to feel like home.


My favorite part about the yacht was the bedroom on the second floor. Imagine a pristine (or maybe not so pristine) white bed that's native and quaint. And open windows all around that gives you the feeling of being embraced by the sea. The white curtains billow in the sea breeze. It is absolute heaven. Specially with somebody special beside you... sigh...

I want to stop right here.... Because it's such a beautiful memory. And there's nothing wrong in staying here for awhile is there?