Elevator Bliss

the elevator was crammed today going up from the ground floor to the 27th!  I was one of the last few to get in. Third to the last to be exact.  We were packed like sardines had never been before! And guess who was 2nd to the last, cramping my space.  That girl.  That pretty girl.  I now know she works on the 18th floor, left side after getting off the elevator.  Sweet!

There are just things that you have to do

There are just things that you have to do, not for yourself, but because you believe in someone you think wants the best for you.  Whether you want to or need to or not, whether you like it a lot, a little, or abso-freaking-lutely dislike it.  There are just things you have to do. I just experienced doing that today.  It's such a saddening experience but God really has a plan for all of us.  You only have to listen to your heart and believe that he does.  If you've read the alchemist, you know what I'm talking about.  Everyone must learn how to read the signs. Everyone must learn how to listen to their own heart.  Let us all not be blinded by all the clutter that the world presents us, let us center ourselves, set a priority, and hope that there will only be a few rocks up ahead.  I did not say let's hope for the best.  Believe me my friend, the best will come.  You just have to have the courage to pursue it.  You have to know which part of the world is for you, and which part is against you.  Or which path in the world offers you a rest stop, a place to stay, to a point that you're not willing to leave it anymore, not knowing that that one was not the one intended for you.  That you were content, but not for the reasons you were born for.  Content not for the reasons you were made for, that you were cut out to be, the reason you've waited for all your life. A rest stop that taught you to believe this is all there is to it.  A rest stop that robbed you of what could have been.  Avoid those.  When that place comes, my friend, know not to rest.  Go on.  If you must rest, rest somewhere that will leave you uncomfortable, a place that will keep you moving forward along the road that you were born to travel.  Never be content, never stop moving.  For, after all, someday you will be content, and you'll look back and connect the dots, and you'll find out that a place wasn't what you were looking for, but a journey.  And when you do look back on that road you traveled, you wouldn't care anymore if there was a cliff behind you.  You'd look back with all courage, walk backwards, appreciating life looking behind you, knowing that the few added steps you've been given is a just a bonus, and know that you are, at that moment, content.

Who needs to become a master of one?

I'm sure most of you have heard the saying "jack of all trades, but master of none".  In most cases, that statement is said in context of malice and indecency, often said by a user to harm the ego of someone he belittles precisely because that dude is a master of none, while he or someone he idolizes is highly experienced in a specific field to the point that he can be considered a master and an authority.  In real life, here's what I, a jack of all trades, would say to someone who is a master of something: "Oh please! Please! Fix my car, oh master of mechanical engineering!  How do I pay you if I'm a master of nothing?  I'm gonna make a hip computer program.  I'm gonna hire computer dudes to make them for me, get someone to sell that, and then pay you"  I'm not a master computer programmer.  I'm not a master salesman.  But I know well enough of all those stuff to make something out of it.  Who needs to be a master of cars to fix it?  It's be a shame to waste four years of your life studying to be a master of something, but then wasting that four years of study not enriching your life not using what you studied in the way that you can actually say to yourself "Ahhhh… Now this is living" while lying down on a couch somewhere, spending time with the people you treasure.

    Now, upon reading this, a master of something would actually act defensive.  For the purposes of this essay, I am going to use a mechanical engineer as an example.  There would be three imaginable, logical, in-this-world cases I could think of right now:

The "Hey, I'm a mechanical engineer and I get paid a lot by my company" condition

     So you're a mechanical engineer working a 9 to 5 job for some company, and are getting paid a truckload of money for what you do.  Then what?  You're salary, with the amount of effort you're putting into your work, should be four times what you should be getting!  The value of the time you put in is priceless, and just because you don't own the company.  Remember that the office space rent, everything in the office bought under a loan from the bank, and the expensive-ass livelihood of the owners or bosses who come to the office only to check if you guys are working, all of these are being paid for by your own time and effort.  Heck yeah your time is worth that much PLUS your own salary.    This is way to many people to be supporting.  After four or more years of hardship in college becoming a master of mechanical engineering, to be underpaid is such a waste of all your effort finishing engineering in the first place.  That kind of work does not enrich your life.  If you're passionate about mechanical engineering, wouldn't you want to just sit around at home taking apart a car and tinkering with it rebuilding it again.  Or something to that effect, something leisurely.  That my friend is a passion, and it enriches your life.  But back to the point, you didn't need to become a master engineer to have that passion, it's just by chance that you have that.  What you should do is start your own thing to generate income that will allow you, in the future mind you, to be able to spend your time at home, tinkering with that toy car, and that something earns you money while you do nothing.  To do that you have to know how a lot of different stuff work to be able to put together something that will earn income.  Yeah, that's right, you need to become a jack of all trades after all.  But it's just a bonus you're a master of something, although it's not all that essential.  Who needs it in the first place.  I'm not saying no one should finish college, I'm just saying "master of none" is not such an insult after all and is in fact an insult oftenly used by lame ass people who think being a master of something is consequential to your own life.  The true insult is "master of one, but not realy a jack of all trades"  now that person is truly a loser, especially if you're only working for someone.  You can't not work for someone if you're only a master of one and not a jack of all trades.  We're in reality here, not in some star wars flick.  If you're  a master photographer, and are making money out of it, you are already a jack of all trades.  You're no financial banker but know well enough to know how money works right? See my point?  It's just a bonus you are a master of photography.  It's your passion, which led you to master it in the first place, but you know how to make money, and the part that makes money is not your being a master of one, but the fact that you have a jack-of-all-tradesy working knowledge of both things that make you money.

The Hey I'm a mechanical engineer but I work short hours and have people work for me and I'm the boss or owner of company scenario

        Shut up, because you're already a jack of all trades.  You're the boss aren't you?  You handle employees? Or if you're the owner, you're doing business?  Are you a graduate of business as well?  If yes, then you cannot be under the master category of which I speak of in this article.  If you are both a mechanical engineer and a business graduate, you are a master of two trades.  In this article classifies you under the of-all-trades category because you know how to link those two knowledge together and make money out of it, enriching your life ultimately because you work only 1 hour and then you get paid because you have good employees who only take about one-fourth of their salary every month while the three-fourths pay for the way you live, taxes, and that new sofa at the office which was bought from a loan.

The Hey I'm a mechanical engineer but work 9 to 5 at the company, which I own myself scenario

    I know it's your passion to work on cars but then how stupid can you be?  That's not the kind of thing that enriches your life.  Go home and spend time with your family.  Or if you don't have one, look for a wife.  Or go to the arcade.  Or bookstore.  Go skydiving.  Enrich your life. Loser.  Lot's of money, but no life whatsoever.  you're even more dead than that employee.

Bottom line is no one has to be a master of something, you just have to be able to have a working knowledge of a lot of stuff to be able to work something out of it, ear your income by not spending 40 hours working, not realizing you could have used that time having fun and saying "ahhh this is the life.." lying down some nice place.  We all have one life after all.  In the end being a master of none is not really such an insult as long as you, jack, know how to work the trades to earn you a living.  A living, not just money.

Playn’ thru my head for the freakin’ nth time, messin’ round with *sing* the same song.. the same song..

Same Girl

 [R. Kelly]
Yo Ush..
[Usher]
What up Kells
[R. Kelly]
Wanna introduce you to this girl. Think I really love this girl.
[Usher]
Yeah…
[R. Kelly]
Man she's so fine.
[Usher]
Straight up dog…
[R. Kelly]
She stand about 5'4", coca cola red bone
[Usher]
Damn…
[R. Kelly]
She drive a black Durango license plate say "Angel" tattoo on her ankle plus she's making pesos.
Gotta crib on Peach street, right on 17th street and I call her Te Te.
[Usher]
Wait a minute hold on dog. Do she got a kid? She love some waffle house?
Do she got a beauty mark on the left side of her mouth?
Went to Georgia Tech? Works for TBS? Man I can't believe this shit. Damn!!
[R. Kelly]
Tell me what's wrong dog what the hell you damnin' 'bout? I'm your homie so just say what's on your mind.
[Usher]
Man I didn't know that you were talkin' 'bout her.
[R. Kelly]
So man you telling me you know her?
[Usher]
Do I know her? Like a pastor know his word.

[Chorus till fade]

Time to harness my 007-ness once more

I go to work everyday (duh) and sometimes on rare occasions I have the chance to share the lobby with this certain pretty girl who has only been working here since 2 weeks ago.  Now the tenets of the bachelor lifestyle would entail walking up to her and at least asking for her name.  As it happens though, the problem with this girl (and most guys would agree with me on this that this is a real problem) is that she is usually with a big group of noisy girls.  The kind that looks unsettling to disturb from causing their big ruckus. (now, where she got the circle of friends, I don't know, seeing as she has only started working here no more than two weeks ago, which is two weeks later than when I started working here.) Ok sana kung tahimik sila e, e kaso iistorbohin mo sila sa pagiingay, baka tawanan ka lang.  Now I have resolved to use my 007-ness and 1) track her down first to know which floor she works at  2) catch her alone or with friends as long as they are QUIET in the least.  and 3) make use of my 007 pick-up lines.  (The third step probably won't work so I guess I'll ask her name first.)
Good luck to me.  If anybody has any good advice on how to 007 this situation, I'd be happy to hear from you.  Good advice please! Nothing like "approach her and then drool".  And no "just let the enemy kill her" (Seriously, that's not 007-ish in any way).  

Beautiful Girls

You're way too beautiful girl, that's why it'll never work.  You have me suicidal, suicidal, when you say it's over.  Damn all these beautiful girls, they're only gonna do you dirt, they'll have you suicidal, suicidal, when they say it's over.

I’m a Professional Football player

My cousin carpools with me to the office because (and I delight to the idea) we work in the same building.  He's only four floors up.  It's just like how we live five houses away from each other.  I have to report to the office by 9am, but he doesn't start until after an hour.  Most of the time so far, we manage to park earlier than we expect, sometimes even earlier than 830 am.  Recently, we found a way to pass the time when we're early.  His office has a coffee table with a glass tabletop, and in the shelves under the glass are some squeaking miniature footballs.  We use them to play football.  He and I alternate as goalkeepers (the goal obtained by hitting the windows or the wall under them).  It's a lot of fun, although I have to endure coming to the office all sweaty.  I guess I have to pack my football kits every morning from now on.  The small squeaky balls make for great football control practice, I'll come out with better ball control every morning after every professional football session.  Now that's my idea of office productivity and development.  We play football, we're also professionals, we're Professional Football players

Football is Life

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.  Indeed.  The current absence of football in my life has made me want to kick at least everything in sight.  There are only three things that are keeping me from doing it. One: I've got no one to pass what ever that thing is to.  Or, Two: I see no goal post to shoot what ever I'm going to kick in.  Or, Three: even though there is a goal post in sight, wala namang keeper, kaya wala ring challenge.  If there was, then I'd already be playing football. How I miss the days I would do nothing but attempt to make the ball bend to a target blocked by some other thing (preferably a person, para panis hehe).  Here's the part where I cry for help:  If there's anyone out there who feels he's at home when i fact he is standing on a green patch of land with two goal posts at the end, and has work but still has time to play football, tell me.  I need to.