In the myriads of events and occasions lined along the preordained, we plan and try to cater to the interests of everyone. But the reality of things seldom falls into the sphere of expectations. Along the chain of commands, we have been compelled to satisfy the majority. As much as we want to fulfill our job, the propagation of influence and fickle mindedness of humanity has always been a challenge…

Change is what makes us come up with decisions, and what we decided upon is eventually the best that we thought would be for everyone. Be it a simple dinner or a grand masquerade, everyone would want their efforts to be recognized in a way or two. And that recognition is what I would derive as job satisfaction… Participation and enthusiasm are the reflections of content among the people we work for, but at times this may not be the case…

The conflict of interests is never a detrimental factor, but a promulgation of ideas which eventually leads to the end result. And the end result is never a fairy tale of expectations being fulfilled, but a slap on our face about the harshness of reality, and a lesson about the different facets of management. Especially in the case of people management…

Another year has passed since death has taken him from us, and it’s been another year since we last celebrated his birthday… Along our busy lives and schedules, we carry on with our existence, by being the slaves we are to this master of time and reality. We seldom get the chance to think about those that have left, about those whom chronicles of life has a part of us… That is until I saw his picture again today…

Being back to his humble abode, I could still see him, shadows of him and the past memories. Times shared and spent together with. Though it has become but a distant reminiscence, but somehow I guess all of us still lives with him in one way or another.

Some friendships can never contest the ravages of time, some friendships stays on in life and some other transcends life and death. But nonetheless, they are still friends in my heart… Its amazing how time had passed and how he has left us and yet I could still feel him, here in my heart…

Things of interest, things of the past, things that go on in our daily lives, things that made us laugh or be afraid… We talk about them in one way or another, through words and signs, writings and conversations. At times it bores people, at times it interests them, but no matter the rejoinder, it is their attention that matters.

Sentient beings are what we are, for we can never live in a world without others… We need to convey our thoughts, our feelings, our ideas and our opinions in one way or another. Through words we paint a permanent avowal, through conversation we leave a figment of comprehension. Through listening we forge relationships that are immeasurable along the scale of dollars and cents, hours and seconds. Along the eras of civilization, it has always been the same. The proliferation of language is the rotary gear for relationships - the key to the soul beyond our gelatinous cage.

The human nature that encourages ambivalence towards emotions is truly amazing, universal and historically consistent... Through conversation, friends are forged, lovers born and acquaintances met. Even though the things we share are of minute significance, we still listen… For its all these small little things that they talk to us that differentiates us between a stranger and a friend. A casual conversation, a friend in the making…

When I hold her I experience warmth, when I smell her I smell hope, when I touch her I felt happiness… It’s been so long since I experience such sensations, so long I seem to forget what they are called, but she reminds me of them once more. Time and again, she has broken my heart but somehow, my love for her just keeps rekindling… I wondered if she felt the same…

After my ex left, I have been searching all the while for someone who could interest me in so many levels, I tried to find someone that looks like her or even has the same hobbies as her. But through the evanescence of time, such an expectation began to distant and eventually it becomes more of a reverie. It is then I finally realize there could never be someone identical in this world… Just as desolation engulfs me, she came back into my world once again at the most unexpected moments. She gave me hope, only to crush it in the end…

Now she’s holding that candle of hope in front of me again, and I began to fear that this light will die out once more… I began to fear that what I expect will not become what I want, and that I will lose her to some other guy again…

When was the last time I was sliced by a fear that is so deep and heavy like the sea? I forgot, maybe it is during the time when I finally fell in love with someone, again…

As I celebrated my year of independence, friends and relatives congratulated me. They gave me blessings and presents, customary words of greetings and the practicality of materialism. To me, it is the thought that counts… But a physical present is always much preferred, for it is not the extrinsic value of the item that counts, but how it reminds me of them…

A present is not just an item of significance, it is a momento carved along the lines of memoirs. It brings me closer to that person at other points in future. It reminds me of them, and the relationships attached… It lets me see them in places where physical and visual contact is impossible. And along the ephemeral passing of time, these icons of past vestige mark the presence of others and the footprints they left behind. They are a reminder when all seemed so distant, a refuge when all is deemed hopeless… A lifeline when I am at my worst…

A watch, a toy, a necklace, it doesn’t really matter… It is the person that gives that matters. Presents of reminiscence.