Choice or No Choice

I went home late last night coming from a long and doggone Friday. Sure, I did finish early but I chose to not go home yet and sleep. Sure, I grabbed a couple of beers first before I went. Deep inside me thinks, "you know, I could've rested and slept early, but you chose not too. You knew you'd have an early the following day but you didn't care. Instead you wasted some time and precious sleep hours."

I didn't mind. There wasn't supposed to be work today anyway but because I'm practically a slave of this ungrateful advertising industry I have no choice.

Amid the NO CHOICES that abound me everyday, I feel proud and dignified to say that last night, i had a choice, whether it was good or bad, at least i had a choice. and i'm happy just the same.

Yes! As Kris Aquino would've exclaimed "deal or no deal", for me it's choice or no choice. I celebrate those days and moments where choice and options figure in my life. I will not complain.

Afterall, the UN measures the country's development via presence and availability of choices. The country that has less choices would be considered less developed and the country with more choices, more developed. In essence, gross happiness incidence is the ultimate desire of any natonal government. And gross happiness is the only way to go.

If I were to undergo a litmus test now, my company would fail miserably now. Tsk. My happiness has just dropped to an all time low,

damn.

choices. choices. maybe it's about time i consider the "other options"..


maybe.

What a shitty life

I cannot even start calling this life because there's none to begin with. Damn.

Beginner's Luck

I call this beginner's luck. I've tried to maintain a blog site for fifth time now. And I fail everytime. Fortunately, it's not because of writer's block. It's more because I don't have time to write.

I've several thoughts going on in my mind but because I don't have the luxury of time to write it down, I forget it eventually. While these thoughts are not necessarily important, I think it's just cathartic to write it down, express it and just out it in the open - that's good therapy.

You may ask why I don't have enough time to write? Well, basically, I'm an advertising agency slave. We work till wee hours (at least my account) in the morning. Imagine having to leave home (when everyone is still asleep) at 8AM and coming home at 1AM (when everyone again is asleep) to your home everyday. What can be more frustrating to coming home without being able to talk to your family. Well, I may be exaggerating this part, but this has been going on for like 3 years non-stop now. Anyway, point is, I've been very busy.

But thanks to a friend who said something like giving enough time to the things that you really like or is important to you. I think writing helps me release unnecessary stress. In a way, it also helps me document my thought trail and angst.

So bear with me as I share my thoughts.

And I hope this time it works. I just have to be diligent in writing this. I will remain anonymous for now.

Hihihi. =)

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