June 13th, 2007
MOVING OUT
I'm planning to move out of this blog.
Too many excess baggages.
By the way, thanks to the people who greeted me.
I'm out of Lipa....
I'm now based in MAKATI!
Posted by cristinaburwell at 09:53 AM | 6 ang umangal
May 22nd, 2007
RESIGNATION
i finally
RESIGNED.
goodbye teletech.
welcome to the world of the bum.
(and to think it would be my birthday in two weeks' time)
Posted by cristinaburwell at 04:55 PM | 2 ang umangal
May 15th, 2007
CALL CENTER BLUES
Around this time last year, some guy gave me two file notes in one blast. He was the same reason why I got so irritated and was vouching to resign. I filed for leave for a week. Pondering about the obvious and the some. I was an emotional mess because of the break up with the dad of my kid and quarter life crisis was getting me. It wasn't the best of times but it was enough for me to hang on to dear life and try to rearrange whatever ruins that I have.
I'm going to receive two file notes... One is for being absent yesterday, it was a crtical work day according to management. (But jeezers, I was as sick as bejeepers!) And for surfing Friendster... Harhar... (The latter one would be a final written warning!)I'll file for a leave. To think about things and to find work.
My daughter is growing up fast... She could distinguish colors and say "red", "gween" and "wayt" in the cutest ways.
I don't want to miss on that.
Getting promoted isn't what it's all cracked up to be.
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Greg has been very nice to me for the past couple of weeks... And he is taking me away for a birthday thing!
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I'm loving this song...
| Artist: Secondhand Serenade Album: Awake Year: 2006 Title: Maybe |
Didn't you want to hear
the sound of all the places we could go
Do you fear
the expressions on the faces we don't know
It's a cold hard road when you wake up
and I don't think that I
Have the strength to let you go
Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe
that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving
And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place
There goes my ring
It might as well have been shattered
and I'm here to sing
about the things that mattered
about the things that made us feel alive for oh so long
about the things that kept you on my side when I was wrong
Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe
that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving
And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place
And someday, I promise I'll be gone
And someday, I might even sing this song
To you, I might even sing this song, to you
and I was crying alone tonight
and I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you
So just come back we'll make it better
So Just come back I'll make it
better than it ever was x2
Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe
that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving
And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place
Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe
that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving
And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place
( I want it all, Don't leave right now)
(I'll give you everything)
Posted by cristinaburwell at 05:50 AM | may reklamo ka?
May 9th, 2007
SPEAK OF ME
"All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone
Flowers gathered in the evening,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone"
Two-part poem in The Kindly Ones.
We are going in circles. Looking back without glancing on your shadow is an almost impossible task.
I feel your desire to let go.
But are you positive that you really want to let go of me and not of her?
You basks in her memory and in my pain.
Memories and pain.
Mental prints of hurt and of dreadful longing.
9 crimes.
"Lead me out of this waste."
I don't generally snatch someone from somebody. But should I let go of YOU?
Is this worth it?
You asked me not to speak of you if ever we part. To pretend that the other is nonexistent.
Give me a pill... Reformat my brain.
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.
Pass it on a platter please.
Gobble it up. MAKE THIS CEASE.
Posted by cristinaburwell at 12:01 PM | 8 ang umangal