Curse of the Talented?

its not that I'm mad or anything but I do feel like I'm always the first option to save a situation if the original plan can't push through for reasons that are valid sometimes. maybe i should see it as a compliment. that since they know i could pull it through, then they would run to me. but what if i say no? i wonder how they would take that and if they would actually drop what they're doing to carry through. or would they even care?

but here i am stuck with fixing the script, a lil bit of grumbling but nevertheless looking on the brighter side of things. cause at least this is my bargaining card for me to be able to make it to the next surf trip.

does this make me mean?

Mobile Me

the cab was my home today. almost half an hour to proj 8 to get my paintball mask and shoes. an hour and a half to manila hotel to supposedly meet with my surfing boss. waiting at the lobby for 20 minutes. another hour and a half then it was my real home.

this is mobility at its best. i had my cellphone singing it's rush ringtone almost every 30minutes. shades, mp3 humming jack johnson, power naps between locations.

i got home at 6pm. overslept. late for shift. yikes....

Selamat pagi!

a wonderful morning indeed. how can a morning not be good if you're greeted by people that seem to have a natural talent for infusing laughter into any situation.

my raskal brothers getting to work early took time to make me feel at home with the paintball talk and the usual Raskal Havoc . conversational pieces that can only be from people who have a special connection with you.

next week i hope there could more raskals in the room. to speedyG thanks for being the brains in this endeavor.

saya rindu awak semua!

See ya next year Scottie!

Kathy, Kage and I met up for dinner with Kung-fu Scott, who's leaving to head back to work in Syndney tomorrow.

Scott and two other friends took a detour trip to Guiuan, Eastern Samar to join us for the 3rd leg of the Philippine Surfing Circuit. They were nice enough to help us with the surf clinics wherein more than 20 local kids signed up excited and willing to ride the waves.

So Scottie, we'll see ya next year Mr. Pro "Underground" Surfer!

and so i called him. i just wanted to hear the sound of his voice. it was an echo of calmness, control and yes--there was contentment. part of me saying I wish I had his life was real, except i had ommitted, my wish that it would be with someone like him (if not him) .

i need to head to a meeting now. but I shall continue soon...

photo credits to Pat Mateo.