While I was clearing out my desk, I found a few old notebooks I used to carry with me when I traveled. I would usually use these notebooks to document market research findings and to take down notes when I felt like writing. In one particular notebook, the first one I actually used in this job I am about to leave, I noticed a few notes I scribbled while I was on a plane way back in 2010. The post may be 2 years late, but it is good to look back and remember.
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Sometimes it amazes me how we get to think of many things before taking off. So, there I was, in a plane that was actually falling in line on the runway. The whole event had the word "DELAY" written all over it. Despite that, my brain was far from sleeping (especially after drinking a cup of coffee before takeoff), and a number of thoughts started crossing my mind. Here's a snippet of what I could remember.
Yesterday, my watched stopped. My high-tech watch, with 10-year lithium ion battery, just conked out at 3 minutes before 7pm. After a good smack at it, it ran again, telling a time delayed by more than 15 minutes. As I looked at it, I realized that I have been a slave to the time it has been telling me for more than 2 years. Screw it, I am still going to get the battery changed. It's about time for a change, anyway. Plus, I hate being late.
Sometimes it amazes me how we get to think of many things before taking off. So, there I was, in a plane that was actually falling in line on the runway. The whole event had the word "DELAY" written all over it. Despite that, my brain was far from sleeping (especially after drinking a cup of coffee before takeoff), and a number of thoughts started crossing my mind. Here's a snippet of what I could remember.
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After a series of events that transpired in just a few weeks, many ask how I am doing. Let me just clear that out for everyone: I just lost my job, there's a scarcity of job offers, and if there are any, I am completely undervalued. To top all of that, I am still facing the challenge of finding a place to stay in Manila. How am I doing? I guess a "I'm okay" sums it up perfectly.
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There's this old foreigner guy looking at the stewardess as if he was undressing her with his mind. It just disgusts me when old men disrespectfully look at women. It's like they were deprived of such behavior when they were younger. Come to think of it, that is an amazing feat. Virtual undressing. Note to self: discover and patent. So these old guys could start paying me, at least.
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I could not see myself married in the future. No matter how hard I try, the image in my mind always seems blurry. Maybe there are some things we cannot plan for. What if I woke up from this flight and realized I had a family waiting for me at the airport? I'd go out to see my young daughter run to me and hug me, with my wife waiting behind the rails. She would give me a kiss as I approach her, and we would leave together towards the sunset. Blur. What was in that coffee.
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Finally, we are taking off. I thought we would never leave. It's nice to have your thoughts run away sometimes; you never know what you could end up thinking. See you at the airport.
