follow up

P: How did you pronounce "punong braso" before today?
T: I've always pronounced it the same. POO-NONG BRAH-SOH.
P: So you now that you know the correct term, how do you pronounce it?
T: The same, but with a B. BOO-NONG BRAH-SOH.
P: You got it wrong. It should be BOON-ONG BRAH-SOH. It isn't a long O.

(I refuse to write any more about this)

full arms?

I was talking to someone about project prioritisation wherein I made a comment about the business having to somewhat 'metrically' arm wrestle to get mandays allocated to their initiatives. For emphasis, I said "PUNONG BRASO talaga".

I was corrected.

BUNONG braso.

Buno = Wrestle

Braso = Arm

Just great. I had been saying it wrong my whole life.

spiral

No matter how many times we go over it, the ending is always the same. We disagree.

The big question is, why is it seemingly impossible for us to agree to disagree on this one?

two lovers

I chose to post this version of the movie poster as it doesn't give anything of the movie away.

Joaquin Phoenix's acting MADE the movie for me, I could not help but feel for his character. It is amazing how we can sometimes recognise fragments of lives, traits, habits, even decisions--both ours and of those close to us when we pay close attention.

I would like to write more but I think a certain someone might accuse me of putting out spoilers--which is weird because that is the last thing I would do. And in the cases wherein I do, I give ample warning, or ask permission. (I just overwrote again.)

"bowling"

Colleagues from the same floor that I am at have organised an unofficial bowling night. While I feel that it is a good opportunity to hang out with them outside of work and I am for camaraderie, I can't help but half smile to myself.

Bowling.

misses

I'm down with something a little less than a flu for a few days and while I know I have to take meds, there is a part of me that feels I shouldn't.

I missed a get together yesterday.

I would miss a supposed, planned-in-my-head auntie thing tonight.

And I think I better miss the after office drinks tomorrow.

I hope three misses would be enough rest for me to enjoy the weekend.

I

It has been a year. One year. Maybe to someone out there, this isn't the date, but to me it always has been.

There would be days that I feel it has been so long ago, other days, I still can't believe a long time has passed since.

Most days, it feels so far away. Like a story from childhood. Like summer vacations spent biking along paved roads over hectares of wild grass meant to be lots for young families who had decided to live in the south. The South.

I have changed so much the last year. Welcomed changes thrust by decisions made.

My feelings about why I was driven to that decision changed too, as time progressed. If you ask me now, what I think happened, my answers wouldn't match. I guess time has a way of making one see more clearly. It is true what they say about looking at the bigger picture, little would have I known that it would lead me to getting to know myself more.

I'm not sure if the reasons really matter now.

How do I end this entry? Maybe by saying that I am thankful. For things that happened, for things that did not happen. For loved ones who were there, for loved ones who were not there. For Love. And Love Lost.