The buzz of the refrigerator cuts the silence of television advertising. It stops in the transition of a new sale. Countries claiming representation of an entire continent — one that probably Australia is only capable of if the geography I recall is still the same.
This train of thought is but a mere distraction to the rerun of a national geographic special on the 80’s. The decade of your birth. Each year that closes threatens to leave you behind. Stagnant? Immobile? Caught in too many thoughts to act.
Your mind wanders to the sensation of tracing your fingers down her back. Those slight shivers that rise when you glide through a particular spot. You recall those smiles you secretly shared and how her mouth could do wonders to the electrodes in your psyche.
Was this it? Was this what millions of human beings searched for throughout their insignificant lives? And so you stare back towards the kitchen knowing that she’s there where you left her. There have been times where you’ve caught her sleeping while nursing of one of her favorite fiction books.
You rise from your place by the television and move towards the kitchen.
Her limp form is there by the kitchen counter. Her right arm stretched out as if reaching for one of the drawers. You gently lift her and carry her towards the garage where the trunk of the car is propped open.
The stain by the counter will have to be cleaned.

Easter Reflections/Ramblings

I welcome these moments of silences, but at the same time they make me hesitate. These are the instances wherein I end up in a reflective mood and at times the results just scare me.

It's the mid-morning of Easter Sunday as I write this. The neighbors are having a Sunday karaoke fun day right now as I type these in a semi-sweaty topless state.
Now that I have that out there, I'm kind of looking back at who I have become. I really don't have any accomplishments to my name. I'm no academic power house who gobbled up as many medals and achievements as humanly possible. I don't think I've ever really pushed myself to anything other than mediocrity in general. But at the same time, I don't really have any regrets with my academic life.

The thing is, with the way I've lived m life so far,what sort of influence have I been to the people I've encountered? I mean seriously, look at Jesus. Whether or not you believe him to be the savior of mankind or the only begotten son of God, the mere fact that the concept of him has influenced mankind of centuries is a testament on his impact to the world. To quote Jesus Christ Superstar: "Did you mean to die like that? Was that a mistake or did you know you messy death could be a record breaker?"
Here's one of my problems I guess. A thousand plans sometimes fly in my head and I never really dedicate my time to pursue something to the end. I'm pretty sure that's even hurt or disappointed a couple of people in my life, but I just carry on.  Hell, I don't know. Maybe I just need to do something about solidifying my long term goals in life. It sounds cliched but I really do want to somehow make a difference. I could probably just start small and go volunteer somewhere. I've had my eye on helping out at a specific advocacy for a few years now. The question there is, what can I contribute to such a group? The only way to find out is to take that leap of faith. However, can I really take that leap?

A fortress of me

Soon I will have my own fortress of solitude. What images shall dance upon the walls? Will it be a welcoming light to my brethren or will it be a mere den of banal carnality in the shadows?

Will four years of blood money be worth the cost?

Lethargic summer heat
Embrace me in your smooth caress
milk me of my very being

Tell me again

When age is but a number
When a thousand words are compressed in the slight curve of your mouth
When the sight of you makes all else cease to exist
But that all fades with one small action

And there it rises again
In the cold dank night of our solitude
Hands clasped to the side
Heat emanating from a thousand miles of cables

Welcome home to the world you once left behind
A biosphere of hungry eyes and starving mouths
This confinement is unbearable

Find your escape and sin again
Find that release that has been chained
Keep them all at bay by a strand of light

So tell me again
When I am but a mere particle to be crushed for science
When the world burns, would you still dance with me?
Or would you push me back home to that world I'd rather leave behind?

Sharing Career Experiences

So our department was discussing potential projects for the year that we could do. One of the topics raised was to have seminars or career talks in schools and it made me think how I miss doing it.
There’s just something about giving a talk in front of a class and seeing their interested in what you have to say in terms of applying what they learn to what happens in real life.
Now that I’m in the internal audit field instead of management consulting, I sometimes wonder if I’ll still have the opportunity to do those kinds of talks again. I think it’ll have to revolve around how the skill sets of an industrial engineer fits with the requirements of the audit field.
It’d be interesting if there was such a thing as Industrial Engineering with a minor in internal auditing or something. Maybe there is in other countries? haha.
Anyway, the main reason that I got that kind of exposure to conducting class room discussions was because of my former boss. He gets invited annually to talk in my alma mater to discuss seminar specific topics like cost management applications.
Just some thoughts. Oh, and freebies from the class are always nice. :)

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From the glass eyes

Yours is not a raging inferno
Consuming all in a flash and dissipating into nothingness
Yours is a steady candlelight
Reassuring in the darkness

So let cubicles crumble
Let light shine on that chair
Amplifiers have cracked the glass
As these trial balances are being reconciled

It may not be what was wanted
But it just might be
What these glass eyes needed