I am a notorious latecomer. I’m sure almost everyone who knows me will agree. Imagine, in grade school, our house is just a couple of blocks away, yet I still come 5 minutes late. In high school, it was still walking distance and I arrive 10 minutes late. In college, minute was not the unit of measurement, since UP Diliman is three rides away from home. Then, I started working, and the habit remains the same.
You might think that being the ultimate latecomer is an honor for me, that I’m totally cool with it. No. I always feel guilty coming in when the meeting has already started, or when the ceremony is over. Every new year, punctuality is first in my list of resolutions. Sadly, it never materialized.
Just this Monday, I don’t know whose spirit possessed me. I challenged myself to be punctual even for just a week. And guess what, I somehow did it. I was on time in four out of five days! Well, still a good start right?
So what did I do? No, I did not undergo any brain calibration or take any potion. Below, I listed five of the tricks that I have tried for this mission of the century.
Most of us, if not all, reach that point when we feel like life is betraying us and we just can’t take it anymore. That moment when your longtime partner suddenly left you for reason you never knew. When you failed your last college requirement when you thought you’ll be graduating in weeks. When your best dog died at the exact time when everything is pissing you off. You want to go to the edge of the world. Squeeze your tear ducts and shout all your frustrations out.
They say people get emotional when their birthdays are coming near. Last year, it was proven to me. I was depressed. My goals were blurry. My people were busy. And I can’t seem to feel my worth. I hid it. Because I am supposed to be Mr. Optimistic and I should chase silver linings. Maybe it was about work. Maybe it was about relationship. Whatever it was, I needed to breathe.
It was November and my travel squad was planning to go on another adventure. No matter how busy my schedule was, and no matter how broke I was, I said go. That was exactly what I needed.
It was Mark who usually organize such trips. He contacted several travel agencies and looked for the best bidder. And it was 8 Wonders Travel which was picked. I left the negotiation to them since I am never good with bargaining. At least, what ever happens to us, it will be Mark’s burden. Haha.
Fast forward to the trip proper, we were picked up by a private service at Eastwood Libis since most of the travel buddies were working there. The road trip started at exactly 1:00 AM. Most of us just slept through the trip since we were all from office work.
It was 7:00 AM when we reached our first stop: the giant Balete Tree at Brgy. Quirino. My friends who have been here before told me that I should try going inside the tree. Unfortunately, it was raining when we arrived so the tree was wet and the land was muddy. So our first stop somehow just became a restroom break / merienda break.
Elvie, our resident music jock at the office, has chosen to play a throwback playlist. And Mandy Moore was in her top 100. And the song which made it was… “Can We Still Be Friends?”
Okay Mandy.Thank you for that wonderful yet intriguing question. Can ex-lovers still become friends? Of course whatever I say here is just an opinion. I would like to apologize beforehand if this comes out like bird poop as compared to Joe D’ Mango’s Lovenotes.