XLV: New Year’s Day 2019

Just like the previous New Year’s Days, my whole family and I welcomed 2019 by happily jumping while shaking our pockets full of coins. Filipino-Chinese tradition suggests doing so for good luck and fortune. And even if we do not have the tiniest drop of Chinese blood running through our veins, we took our chances. We have been through a lot of ups and downs in 2018, so we were really excited for a new clean slate, and a more fruitful, positive year ahead.

Unlike the previous New Year’s Days, the “no fireworks” policy was actually enforced. The unbelievable amount of exploding piccolo, watusi, and Judas belts were the norm, and they lasted for a minimum of 15 minute to a ridiculous maximum of 30 minutes. Now there are actual police forces in our streets, and the go-signaled fireworks only lasted from 3 minutes tops. A friend I talked to on Messenger later that day called that “an equivalent of a quickie”. It was for the best though, especially for my beloved dogs Noodle and Cacai and my baby Vienna—rather, Queen Vienna the Cat. Continue reading XLV: New Year’s Day 2019

Work Writings XXIII: I Feel Really Old

After 2 years of being a senior employee (4 years overall), today is the very first day (and night) I feel old. Really old.

I have been working with a digital agency overseas the past few years, and they are quite a quirky bunch. I love how organized they are from their project guidelines down to the very submission of files. And thanks to the challenging projects they have given me, my web and graphic design skills sharpened further than I ever realized. Cocky as it may sound, I can even say I got used to being challenged.

But today I officially shifted those responsibilities to my subordinate—someone who has been getting good at her work in a span of a year, someone I am proud of. I am still going to talk to the same agency as a sort-of liaison, but I will definitely miss being hands-on.

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Notes to Self IX

“If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life – and only then will I be free to become myself.”

— Martin Heidegger, German philosopher

In the “Notes to Self” series, I write down words my mind and heart should fully remember.

And I am fascinated with the concept of death while suffering from anxiety and depression. What the fuck, right? But that’s just who I am.