In this vlog, I talk about a failure of communication that happened at a job fair that our agency put up. As a result of this experience, a goal that I set out to do when I was younger came rushing into my memories.
Waiting for a ride going to my office.
recis-before-work-2013-1, a photo by recisdempayos on Flickr.
I almost forgot: it’s my birthday month!
Every year at this time, I would usually pay special attention to this month. I would declare a month-long celebration. 😀 Since I’ve been preoccupied with work, I neglected to treat this month extraordinarily. Almost.
I’ve decided then that for this year, I’ll keep it quick and simple. I don’t usually post photos of myself on my blog, but I’ll now make an exception. It’s simple and insignificant, but it makes me happy anyway.
Heck, I don’t even aim to post photos of myself everyday. I’ll schedule it as, “every free time I can get.” I’m that busy.
Even though I wanted to have weekly parties or get-togethers and charity work with friends, I just couldn’t coordinate it. I’m busy Mondays to Saturdays; I sleep a whole lot on Sundays. Not that much free time, really.
Fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.
Non-fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with a person from your past. Write this scene.
Walking towards the elevator doors, I saw her.
Her, whom I had a huge crush on since the fifth grade. Her, whom I kept thinking of all through the first two years of high school even though we parted ways after elementary school. Her, whom I thought I would have a blossoming and romantic courtship with when we were at the right age. Her, whom I was obviously crazy for at such a young age. Her, who made me think about how attraction to the opposite sex occurs in juvenile minds.
Her, who doesn’t know anything about my intentions.