The Boy named "T"

I met this young Japanese guy named “T” for Tetsuya. From our first meeting I reminded him not to say his name twice since in our language “Titi” means penis. :) He was a very thin guy with bangs almost reaching his small Japanese eyes. He’s always in his dark blue long sleeves and if you like watching animae, he looks like the typical Japanese teenage boy. Very close to “L” of Deathnote if I may say.

He says hi when he passed by our small room and when I visit a friend of mine in their room we started this very weird conversation. He is a very weird guy, I listened to his iPod and instead of hearing music, he was listening to some kind of psychological voice “take a deep breath, relax”.. something like that... He told me his story about Canada and he was willing to go back and be a citizen. He watches about Canada in youtube especially those funny Canadian antics that mock American. He was once in Canada with a girl for a road trip and he was kinda left at the middle of the trip, what a sad story.

We never really hang-out much, just a simple acquaintance in the office premises. He asked us to take him to Greenhills but never happened. Once I saw him at the Veranda, suddenly he asked me “Haze, you think I can fly from this 43th floor” and I just replied “You can always fly anywhere you want”. From then I understood him, I knew there was something about the boy named “T”. It’s not about weirdness; he is just another person who’s aware about life.

One day I saw him reading a book, I asked since I like reading but never found what I really like. He was so surprised that I did not know the author and bragging about him since he is also Japanese. He told me that he will lend it to me once he finished since it was in English.

The day that he was leaving and going back to Japan he handed me the book. He said that he never had the chance to finish it but he would like me to have it and he wrote his name and address on the cover. “I might not be in that address, I always move around”, that was his last words. He gave me the book called “Hard boiled wonderland and the End of the world” by Haruki Murakami. This was my first Murakami book and I never stopped reading his work until now.

*** We all have a story to tell about the people that we have met. Some you cannot even remember but there are those who will leave you a special memory or made a change in your life. Maybe one day my next story is about you.



The animae character that looked the boy named "T"

Have a laugh after work - Outsource TV Series

I love watching TV series after work. I like funny and interesting TV series that can actually reboot my mind for the next day's work. I found this American TV series Outsource which I find very funny.

Outsource is a story of this cute guy Todd who handles a call center that suddenly transferred to India. I find this series not just funny but full of culture.

I heard that the series was stopped due to some issue of racism.

Escape from Reality!

Work is a big part of our life! Our source of living and career. Lets face it, we spend more time in the office than else where so having a break is a big deal! Vacation is like an escape from reality, a break from the daily traffic,rush of deadlines and just the regular routine.

My first week May!

Where my Feet takes Me!

I happen to love taking pictures of my feet every time I have a camera on hand. Some people find it odd but I like looking down and just point and shoot as my feet let me flew from one place to another.

When I was young,,my dad told me that true lovers are like a pair of shoes, it should fit perfectly and constantly follow each other anywhere. Maybe this is why I unconsciously took pictures of my feet or my shoes. :)

I always dreamed of traveling but coming from where I am, its not as easy as having the money and fly. I was fortunate to join a company that stitched me with wings . Most of my foreigner friends will tell me that they think I was born in the wrong country. Maybe because of the way I think sometimes and my exposure from different people coming from different countries. I love listening to their stories and culture.

There's always this serene feeling when I am traveling, I am like living a dream. The first pic below was from Zurich Switzerland, my latest travel. I was sitting at the Zurich CIty Center pinching myself, just checking if I am still in my reality. :)

The Jekyll and Hide in you

I love watching theater, music play, poetry,acting or anything that is being performed life. Last friday i saw a very great performance of Jekyll and Hide. The story is not new for me but the feeling and the thoughts that lingered in ,e while watching this play was kinda different.

As most know already,this story is about a man who had spitted his evil and good personality into to different person but in one body. A dream of science that he thinks he can safe many. When for us, or good and bad side are well combined with our personality that lives with out so called conscience.

Jekyll and Hide mirrored our people, that we have this uncontrollable evilness that just gets out anytime.

Living in a 3rd World Country

Just the other day, our local news announced that our country is the 3^rd worst street traffic in the world.  This doesn’t surprise me as I am living in a 3^rd world country. I am lucky to be able to see other countries. With this, I want others to see how we live differently but in a way, just the same.

Street Vendors, you can buy per stick of cigarette mostly everywhere!



Street Urinal



Barbeque



Plug the plug in another plug and plug in another plug...



Shower time!



We do not throw rusty things...



We don't use vacuum cleaners much, we use broom and dustpan



Most use Electric fans instead of Air conditioners coz the cost of electricity is quite expensive. Our country is quite hot. Around 35 to 37 degrees during summer time. (we only have summer and rainy season)



Plastic water bottles... we buy water for drinking coz the tap water is no good.

Zurich Switzerland

Another business trip led me to Zurich Switzerland. Again, 19 hours of flight not counting the waiting time with my connecting flight. This time I'm a bit comfortable flying alone.
The scary part for me was the weather. I am from a tropical country and left with around 35 degrees ground temperature so imagine how my heart raised when the pilot said we are landing on -1 degrees... I think i said all the kind of cursing when I went out of the airport's door.
But then again, its always nice to travel and in every travel you learn different things.

Olso,Norway

My first travel outside my country. I was sent half way across the world, 18 hours of flight but all worth it, 

A book into a TV Series - Game of Thrones

Its normal to see a novel turned into a movie but now a days I'm seeing novels turned into TV series. Actually, I'm liking this more. I read a lot of books and I experienced a lot of disappointments watching a film based on a novel I enjoyed reading. The time is a big factor. There's a lot of cut in the story due to the compressed movie time.

HBO release their series Game of Thrones last April 2011 and the recent season 2 of this series. This was based on the book by George R. R. Martin's. I applause HBO for this series as this was the first time I watch a novel I read that is exactly the same.Every scene is how it was written.

There's a lot of characters to watch out for and the story is very unpredictable. The different kingdoms and how the characters are in need of power of the throne.

Worth a read or watching!

Iris Scissor

Stainless door opened and the smell of sterile room lingered, surgical gown and cap placed on her. This is it, no escape now. At the back of her mind she wanted to run, the room felt like a dungeon of her fear. She vaguely remembered why this terror started, everything started when she was so young. She was placed in the same type of dungeon and when they freed her she lost everything she wanted to do. Not so long ago, blood was taken out from her and she got her jaw locked due to much clenching of her teeth.

No words or scream can explain what she was feeling. “Relax, breath, relax, breath”. It was not like her first gig or show; it was not like any awkward performance she has ever done. It was 100% pure dread.

She lay down and was covered with green cloth. Eyes open, she can see these big circles of light. Her whole body froze; her heart beat can be heard from the Moon. Face being cleaned, the smell of alcohol lingered “I can’t do this”, mind screaming. Face was covered, revealing only one eye. She felt like a corpse waiting to be embalmed.

The voice of the devil was heard “Is she prepared now, I need Iris scissor”! The sound of the rubber gloves placed on the devil’s hand made her clench tight. Her soul is now running away from her human body, leaving her all alone with the pain. “I need Iris scissor”, he demanded again. She can see his face now blocking the big circle of light. “Let me sleep, let me sleep” she whispered for plead but it seemed like no one can hear her voice of fear.

First needle in, damn it! The pain is excruciating. She was fully awake and eyes wide open. Another needle broke through her eye lead, now she started screaming. “I need Iris scissor”!! Another scream!! A small spoon type of metal was placed on her eye that flips the eye lid. She felt like her eye ball being sucked out of her eye. “I need iris scissor, I need iris scissor”!! Very clearly, she saw the Iris scissor getting into her eye, cutting what was left of this tremendous nightmare.

5 molars-1

She exhaled the smoke out of her lungs from the cigarette between her fingers. The night was as colorful as the rainbow as the lights twinkle from the bars beside the cowboy style restaurant she had been working for few years now. She can feel her thigh muscle soar from walking restlessly and delivering food from one table to another. Standing at the convenient store in front of the restaurant for her break was her enjoyment. From the glass window she can see her co-workers doing what she was doing. Sometimes, drunken customers can really be irritating; she well counted how many times she got a butt slap from these nasty cowboy fat drinkers.

She cannot leave this work. This is the only job she kept for many years since she doesn’t have good educational background. She hardly can read but she memorized the menu and can write it down fast. She was the best of all the waitresses but this acknowledgment doesn’t make her fulfilled. Looking at herself at the best employee of the month wall makes her smile, she can be promoted anytime soon as per the boss. She liked what she is doing as she knows she can be better in doing it but there’s no passion, admiration and her heart doesn’t belong. Who loves their job anyway, that’s why it’s called a job and not a hobby, and she told herself after another puff from the cigarette.

She was about to put off her cigarette when a man suddenly talked from her back. The voice scared her and she made this sound of shock that almost lifted her feet from the ground. “Can I barrow a lighter” the man said with his low and strange voice. She gave out the lighter while trying to calm herself but when her fingers touched the man’s hands; she felt this sting on her hand. There was coldness; she felt like she kinda shivered. What do you expect from a cold night like this? she whispered. She got her lighter back by just opening her palm; the lighter was dropped from her hand without skin contact.
Work work work, all night taking orders and delivering food.

She glanced at the window and saw the man sitting on the bench in front of the convenient store with a black lunch box on his lap. Face down; he was sitting like he was sleeping. No movement at all, but the lunch box on his lap was weird for her. She doesn’t think a person will bring lunch box at this hour. Will he eat snack or any food? Why will anyone bring a lunch box in front of a restaurant? She ignored the sight the rest of the evening, she got used in seeing weird people around.

She woke up later afternoon. She miss being able to eat breakfast for she hasn’t been awake to eat some. Her shift is almost until the sun rise, so excused that she just fall asleep. Her cheek was kinda wet, so she thought she drooled while sleeping. She was laughing a bit and wiped it using her hand. When she leaped her hand she saw blood. Since she was not even sure if she is awake or still dreaming, she blinked a couple of times.

It’s still blood on her hand, she sat up quickly then her head started pounding. She felt something inside her mouth. Not one but like bees inside, small hard little things, blood continuously drifting from the side of her mouth. She was afraid to open her mouth, afraid of what she might find. The little things inside is now chocking her since she’s breathing really hard from fear. No choice, I have to put these out of my mouth, she told herself bravely. She got up and wiped her mouth with a towel that automatically turned red from the blood.

Slowly, she opened her mouth and pushed those little hard things using her tongue. To her surprise, 5 of her teeth fell out. She was astonished because these are 5 full molars. From the look of it, is like a dentist or someone with pliers pulled these out since you can see the whole tooth especially the sharp part that’s should be holding them thru your gums. She tried to remember if she had fallen out from the bed or knocked herself in anyway. But if she did, it should have been her front teeth and not the molars. She felt the spaces between her remaining teeth in panic, not knowing what to do next.