Week Ends + Invitations + How to Make an Iligan Quilt + P.S.

Its Friday once again, and another week has passed by. The past 5 days have been grueling, but for some reason, I still could smile. Its not everyone who finds a job that they truly love. And it got me to thinking that jobs themselves can be categorized in some way as to for whom you do the work.

Working for the cause. Working for the person. Working for the money.

It would be sweeter if I could get the last one as a bonus, but having the first two is way worth it. I have always said that I love women, and now I’m not just talking the talk anymore. My boss, as well as my officemates, treat me like a little bro they have to take care of. I don’t really know until when I would be working here, but there is still a year to go from the deadline I set myself, a couple of things are still waiting to be accomplished, well, there is still time. I guess.

Friends have been continuing to pour their invitations to go places for work, all which I have politely declined. But the good thing is that my friends understand why I have to do this, why I chose to do this, and are indeed happy for me.

Brother Lazarus, here’s one for you. =)

I have walked away from so many things in my life, and thus have also been the recipients of walk outs, especially from those whom I wanted to stay. To all those women I loved and still love, thank you. I mean it.

It’s the weekend and yet there is no free day scheduled, save perhaps for Sunday (which is actually laundry day for me). The reason for this, the same reason why the week has been busy, is that there is an exhibition of quilts that are office is handling, and tomorrow is the big opening day.

Fiesta is just around the corner. But then I wonder where am I going to celebrate it?

P.S.

The last poem is a new one by the way, and I am still unsure if I was successful as to how I wanted it to come out. It took me more than an hour, and I don’t know honestly if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Well, for those who read it, thank you, and I would be grateful if you drop me a line of two.

Lights out.