Entries for August, 2008

Time was moving really slowly.  Nothing happened.  Well.

I was just waiting for time to pass by.  And I wasn't expecting anything special.  Even the British accent forced unto us at work was nothing new.  I used to play with my sisters in British accent.  How hard could this be?  The schedule was for a graveyard shift.  But I went through my college years, as an architecture student no less, without coffee.  Having an erratic schedule in work was not a challenge. 

I could not write about anything else.  Except perhaps about my tea with one architect, Alex Medalla, courtesy of Chris.  As of now I cannot articulate about our encounter.  All I can manage at the moment is tell you that it was the first time I had heard an opinion like that about Filipino architecture in my very short time "living with it".  I shall relate the details of that another time because my head is still ringing from the beer I drank a few hours ago.

Yes, I had been living in Cebu for two months now, without the lack of drinking.  Somehow drinking was as natural as riding the bike.  No matter who the company was. 

As my co-workers said, I was a "call center virgin".  It was a state of being unacquainted with the industry, no matter what I heard from others.  Experience, as the cliche went, is the best teacher.  It was somehow surprising that after a few days, you hit off with these people you'd never known before.  And you'd feel like you were inseparable.  Tight.  BFF. 

It was a play of highly complicated acts.  A tango by social animals of notorious skills.  Let the game begin.