Sunday Night Questions IV

Before I go on with my Sunday Night Questions segment (where I answer a set of 5 “Yes or No” questions every Sunday night), I just want to say how ashamed I am of myself for not updating The Dispatch as often as I want to. I am so ashamed on how many times I have neglected a personal project. (I already failed on my Inktober endeavor for the second year in a row, for crying out loud).

“Good grief, Deewee. Get it together, will you?”

No, I am not making any excuses; even if I have anxiety issues and a lot of work tasks, I am still at fault here. I invested a few bucks on a domain name and hosting, and I should make use of that. I should get back up and keep on writing.

With that, I might have to bring up some unpolished posts and just publish on their actual dates, even if they are all nonsense. I might as well show how much of a work-in-progress this blog is, right?

Anyway, let’s get down with the fourth Sunday Night Questions!  Continue reading Sunday Night Questions IV

Sunday Night Questions III

Hello, dear Dispatch. After another month of inactivity here, I am back and here’s another set of Sunday Night Questions! If you are new to my home on the web, this is where I answer at least 5 questions about anything in my life and under the sun as long as it can be answered by a “Yes” or a “No”. Explaining the answer is optional.

Are you ready? I am. Let’s go! Continue reading Sunday Night Questions III

X: A Fork in the Road

I was so tired after my Friday overtime that I stayed for another hour just to drink more water and take a nap. I did not bother going home right away. And this has been my nth overtime in almost 3 months.

It’s 10:40pm that I logged out of the office. I opened my smartphone and stared at the Uber icon. Should I book a ride? No. I chose to walk for a while and look for a nearby Mercury Drug.

During my walk to the drugstore, my heart started beating hard like a mad gorilla pounding a bass drum. My feet was trembling and almost failing. The quiet and dark streets are whispering somber thoughts I am not supposed to think about.

I need to breathe. I do not need another anxiety attack. God damn it. I need to breathe. I need to close my eyes and take deep breaths. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly. Deeply. Breathe. I will be fine.

After a few minutes of my breathing exercise, my anxious heart calmed down and I opened my eyes. There is red and black smoke, and a deep church bell rang as if The Undertaker will start his slow march. But no. I saw more familiar face—the face of The Character, a dear friend of mine that only gifted eyes can see. Wearing his white mask, black hood and black gloves, he presented me a literal fork in the road.

“I will leave it up to you to interpret the paths.”

In the left, there is a contract. What can I say? I have been working for the same digital production company for 3 years, and the past 2 were assured by that contract I signed out of motivation to earn more money, out of my desire to learn more about UI and graphic design and helping out my colleagues, and out of fear of being unemployment for 6 months before I got my first job. My contract’s end is drawing near as my fear of unemployment is creeping back, so there is this want to extend my stay.

In the right, there is a newly-furnished door. This brand new path could mean many things: a new job that pays better yet still stressful or the total end of my current job. But all I can say about the new door is that it symbolizes, well, new. It symbolizes something I have never done before during my 3-year corporate run.

Two paths, and I feel like I’m running out of time. I need to make a decision. I must make a decision. Or…

“But seriously though,” I asked The Character. “How about a vacation? Can I just go to an excursion to Singapore for the weekend or something? Or just watch Foo Fighters in August there? October is a bit far away for me.”

“Well, then. The clock is ticking still,” The Character warned as he slowly disappears from the fog, and the fork in the road dissolves into dust.

And then I woke up. I found myself in a Family Mart resting. I need to go home. Or probably get some new breakfast pancakes at Starbucks before going home. Whatever.

I want a long vacation. I do. But he is right. I need to make a decision soon.