the entry about coming back

it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know i've been sleeping way too long on composing a new entry. the thing is, i didn't even have a chance to do anything more than just run-of-the-mill work, let alone contemplate the prospects of hibernation.

for the past three months, i have taken on a two-pronged approach towards work: quasi-slaving in prudential as a business development officer, whilst unabashedly earning on the overrides of my agents i brought in, and also fronting a new company doing telemarketing consultancy that took up a bulk of my time.

that has inevitably brought about a dearth to the activity rate in this blog. but now that my new company's shaping up after months of fine-tuning, it's time to get back into the swing of things. infinite props to all ye commenters: your words of encouraging verbal mojo certainly kept things afloat and i am exultant.

this is a quickie entry and i'm rusty, so there's not a lot of thought and effort put behind this. but i reckon by the next one i should be back on track. meanwhile here's some photos. it's little.

me donning on my shirt-tie ensemble.

a famous chinese eatery near my office that serves delectable delights.

be forewarned of snaking crowds.

the dough-kneading damsel in the eatery who chooses incognitus.

look how much fun we are having playing hide and seek. best friends forever!

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the entry i love life

to quote motivational guru anthony robbins, "life is a gift, and it offers us the privilege, opportunity and responsibility to give something back by becoming more." this couldn't be farther from the truth, yet many of us abandon ships when hopes are dashed, relationships are torn apart or reputability is tarnished. we wallow in self-pity, unwilling to step out of the abyss of downward spiraling, thus clouding our judgement and dipping our spirits.

if only we could stop for a moment and take a closer look at what is occurring around us and not just ourselves, we would then be able to discern that there are many amongst us who have taken a beating worse than us. nobody grasps this better than taiwanese host 陳建州 charles chen a.k.a 黑人. with the help of fellow celebs, he has brought about a campaign about cherishing one's life and embracing it with open arms. aptly titled "i love life", the campaign features a string of videos that poignantly features three young kids struck with terminal cancer, and makes you question yourself if you could possibly have it as bad as they did. 

i hope the videos, which are unfortunately available only in mandarin, strike a chord and inspires, because like so many others out there who have once relegated their hopes for living and thrown themselves into the throes of depression, i now love life too. 

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the entry about declan

my bet is that living in a cocooned environment and being fed through means of intubation must have taken on toll on my nephew, because the feral one decided to be born one week earlier. and so it is written. on the 21st oct 2008, baby declan arrives into our warped world of money chasers, strapless bras and motion-sensor bidets. the freshly-minted tiny mortal weighs in at 3.45kg. 

one might wonder why the shape of his head bears semblance circa the coneheads. the obstetrician suggested the use of a vacuum pump because declan kept flanking to a side of the womb when he was being delivered. so now, apart from eyes that are slit wide, he has a head that resembles an elongated cantaloupe. the good news is that his head will look normal after a few days. can't say much for the eyes though; it runs in the family.

still, how enchantingly adorable he is. call me uncle and he'd be golden.

declan's first pose for the camera

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the entry about getting back on track

after a perilously deciduous week of decadence (e.g. sleeping right past noon), i decided enough was enough. being terminally single, it generally meant that i was legally bound to attend all the parties available, wherever, whenever and whatever. it was no doubt a daunting affair, considering that i used to come with a relational appendage for the past five years. however, after almost two months of complete inertia on my part, it dawned on me that my desire of trying to be an observer of life was actually keeping me from having one. so i gave a swift nod when my friend kenneth invited me to his house for an evening of alcoholic corruption.

dubbed "a tupperware party", the soiree was somewhat different from the rest for the mere fact that one could shop whilst getting drunk. apparently, the host for the evening had invited a close friend who owns a merchandising arm in europe. the apparels that were brought in featured previous seasons of y-3, fred perry, dsquared, neil barrett and kris van assche. i felt a pang of motivation to be promptly on time for the party.

once there, i didn't know what to expect of the guests because my mind suddenly wasn't focused on them anymore. the agenda for the evening had suddenly switched to garb ransacking instead of what i had originally fashioned (no pun intended). opting for plan b was certainly the easy way out of avoiding repeating the dreaded rite of passage of introducing oneself and formulating responses that marked of dry wittiness and spontaneous humor.

by the umpteenth glass of vodka cocktail, i was out of the place with my new purchases and no one in tow. i had broken the cardinal rule of single-dom. i had abandoned all opportunities of introductions, flirtations and possibly consummations when they presented themselves. maybe it might take a while more for me to adjust to being single. meanwhile, i am still pretty contented with my apparel acquisitions.

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the entry that barks "i ruff you"

i am about to share another little part of my life. no, it has nothing to do with the fact that i have a problem with flatulence or that i have really bad breath in the morning. it also has nothing to do with me jumping into the arms of another person when i see a flying insect within close proximity.

i would like this opportunity to introduce the smallest member in our family, and again no, i am not referring to my elder brother's _________ (fill in the blanks). enter rufus (pronounced as roof-us), a 5-year old english cocker spaniel, that is all 22 delightful pounds of cheek-pinching cuteness.

the m-shaped unibrow double as eyeshades when it comes to sleeping time.

cocker spaniels are known for being faithful, quiet and outgoing. they are social creatures that when excited, they tend to not only wag their tail, but their entire fanny pack as well. rufus proves to be everything that they're not, save the last bit about that ass-grinding. instead, he ingratiates himself with whoever has food, or dangles something that looks like food, barks at the slightest drop of a pin, and slumbers through the rest of day, only to repeat the cycle mentioned above. charming, isn't he?

a day in the life of rufus: shut-eye, hibernate, snooze.

finally awake, in a visibly sleepy attempt to trawl around for food.

but still, we adore you ruffy!!! here's to you. >.<

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the entry about the break up

it's official. as of 15th jul 2008, i've been extricated from the ball-and-chains of being "in a relationship". needless to say, i will thus enjoy the privileges of checking "single" on all the social networking sites and indulge in some online polygamist flirting. right. like that would certainly help me get over lying on my tear-soaked pillows, having countless, sleepless nights that i would soon come up against.

five years. half a decade. sixty months. that would have been the amount of jail-time one would spend squatting behind bars for felony. (who am i kidding, what do i know?) or in my case, it would have been a roller-coaster gamut of emotions that ranged from relentless pyscho-torture to that tingling sensation that resonates in your heart which could only spell true bliss.

it wasn't meant to be, though. a series of miscommunications and mishaps had resulted in a relationship better left swept under the carpet. however, to untangle the web of five years and dissect it for scrutiny would be untangling the very crux upon which this relationship had been established on.

there were innumerable break-ups along the way (and trust me when i say innumerable, there were), uncivil words spat at each other, and fights that rendered more breakups and more uncivil words. by the same token, there were also the raucous laughters, the doting cuddlings and fond kisses, and the fuzzy, head-spinning sensation when you see the one you love.

meanwhile, i could only shrink into the shadows and let melancholy eat me up for the time being.

for all it's worth, thank you ay.

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