MOVING ON

These pictures were taken at my friend's apartment up on the 7th floor, after we got back from a recent hospital minor operation. He had to stay overnight previously to make sure he'd be fine. The snowstorm was raging when we were out ready to go home after his discharge. In the meantime as I accompanied him, my thoughts wandered out......I've learned to really enjoy and make the most of my experiences during snowtime, which is one curious aspect not usually described to most people who come from tropical countries like myself. I was grateful, though, that I had great exposure to one terrible winter storm one February over 4 years ago in Japan; I was told it's one of the few occasions that Tokyo experienced snowstorm as strong as that one in long years. I gleefully took pictures, and took note of how terrible it is really for someone who's from a tropical country not to be explained what kind of season "Winter" can be in its worst natural appearances.

From St Barts' monthly Gay and Lesbian Fellowship, I decided I should go home right away. I soon found myself in the subway station. I saw that it was empty, dank smelling as usual, & except for myself and a homeless fellow who was standing towards the front of the station, waiting for things to happen, the station looked scary. The homeless fellow's body looked bent, given his tall, large frame, and I thought he must have not taken a bath for over a month. Looking for some signs of company, and with no train arriving or departing whatsoever, I realized how this empty station can bring about images of getting violently struck somewhere in the city, for no apparent reason. But reason crept in fast, and I kept myself from being anxious. The homeless fellow looked surprised as well, as we were alone for over 7 minutes in the station. I figured out that I can easily outrun him, in case he turns violent against me, as I walked and got myself seated in the benches in the middle o

I'm writing this to share my thoughts and feelings over what happened early this morning. I finally gave up this new job in a new flower and gift shop in Chelsea, Manhattan. [Mind you, I like the job, but I've learned to hate the ones working with me, particularly in this case, the Boss / Business Owner]. My boss and I have been working on the weekly arrangement for a corporate account that happens to be a restaurant blocks away from the Flower Market District and the Empire State Building. Earlier, the parttime Designer had to leave work right away for an emergency. Then, as usual started a miserable hour with my boss who's also the other half of a couple of owners of this new shop. She was already behaving like she was really pissed off of something really unclear to me (as much as I'd like to figure out, I just prayed & hoped things will turn out well according to God's plan). She asked about what we've done so far. I told her I was just waiting for the p

I've decided that I like staying here in the USA, no matter what I've seen and experienced todate. These past 5 months, I've been studying and learning how I'm going to accomplish God's purpose for me and to serve others (no matter how daunting these reasons can be). I've been linking, with many lessons gained along the process, my mission to be a business investor / entrepreneur with life's grand vision, as I've continued to read, study and work on applying God's word in my daily life all these years (with the help of others, some of whom have queer ways of giving and loving, and whom I've met at many crossroads in my life). I've spent at least 4 months in New York city (NYC), where I stayed and led my life amidst others who have been apparently like me. Philippine media show not much images that depict that Filipinos are just among the many small groups comprising the very diverse population found in the US, particularly in its key cities l

Sunday, March 06, 2005 first attempt in this cyber cafe now at 22:44 Sunday prior to my decision to sleep to prepare myself for a full week of work tomorrow, i'm working on this blog. i'm doing this amidst the collective, deadening, gleeful noise of hi-strung youthful looking players who use most of the PCs in this cafe. it's as if they want to show everyone else to the door out of this cafe. well, they will need to wait until i'm done with this, or until i'm dead sleepy. apparently, they're among our youthful looking people who prefer to spend nights playing online PC games, fresh from their work in one of those 24/7 business process outsourcing companies here, rather than go straigth home, take good rest, dream details about tomorrow, or worse, do drugs. all this info, i've collected without actively listening, and being focused on this first attempt to do blogging. I also have been viewing other adult-oriented sites through other windows on this PC.i look

Gratefully, I have been able to resign from this 15-year old job where I've gained so much. I gave my resignation letter the day I reported back to work after nearly a month long personal trip to Japan. I've gained much knowledge, many contacts in my network, and have become more steadily familiar with the inner workings of the corporate world, which most media depict as an ungrateful, highly competitive, and eerily disturbing environment (beneath the surface) to spend at least 40 + or - hours of your weekly life. People in this environment look like they're the most "normal" individuals you'll meet in your life. But from what I've learned, I've met the most unkind, the most scheming, and uncaring persons who take themselves seriously, who parade in the most respectable forms, without realizing there are "worlds" outside of business. Well, doing business (in all its forms imaginable) accounts for the largest portion of daily collective human