I Walk In the Rain By Your Side

This is about Friendship.

I'll always be beside you until the very end, wiping all your
tears away, being your best friend. I'll smile when you smile and feel all the pain you do, and if you cry a single tear, I promise I'll cry to.

Have you ever felt so alone waking-up one morning? Feeling that the world is turning upside down against you?  I feel this way especially when my brain dictates my body in turmoil of depression.  When I am depressed I would rather spend my time sleeping, talk with God and shout out my sentiments in Facebook.

The light bulbs of my life are warm, gracious and  good people around me. They make me smile & laugh. They also make me cry. Oh, I am one kind of sentimental fool.  I can also share my burdens. I can lean my head on their shoulders. I can listen to their stories. I can sympathize with them.  Summing, they treat me as a “surrogate mom”.  I am a "Mommy" to all - the matriarch.

Buddha

Smack my brain. With all these hundred kids addressing me "Mommy" I feel like I am a darling to all. I am like a  Buddha figure. Have u seen a Buddha figurine? In that figurine you can see little kids hanging right beside him for spiritual enlightenment. I am not that really devout spiritual. I adore God in my own way-the way I was brought up by my parents and the Catholic schools.  Maybe I am  just a nerve cracking woman who enjoyed the companion of others from all walks of life.   What I am talking here is my relationship with other people. How we build beautiful friendship although a long the way we have experienced some glitches but still stick together as one.

ON MIKE MERINO

True blooded kiddo

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like

the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important

thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a

meaningful day.  

-Dai Lama

He is “Crush ng Bayan” definitely because of his ravishing look. A bold definition I can say. If he is extremely handsome, then he is extremely beautiful inside. This is the focal facet that they don’t exactly know. Some gals would admire him due to his handsomeness. They are only looking on the outside physical looks of Mike. It cannot be denied that myriad is gaga over him. Some would even ask me personal questions about Mike but I would blatantly answer: “It is none of my personal business about the personal life of this kid.” From the entire hullabaloo in "Q", I would also hear them say; “Mike is like a bombshell" and I say Bingo! Mike is very vocal. When he is mad, he is mad. He is like a raging bull. You better watch out (lol). No pretensions but never push your alarm system. That will subside eventually. I admire his gallantry to speak out what are on his mind. I would rather like him to be straightforward that being a dorky. That is also the description of myself-straightforward. In most likely, he is my other self. When he is mad, I remind him that he is no longer handsome then he would smile at me. Or I tap his shoulder to mellow down his temper. When I flare-up, he doesn't know what to do to me. Maybe because I look like a gooey smurf.

He can make you laugh with all his antics. I remember one time we had a videoke with Bryan, Maybelle, Niña Bere, and my daughter, Tina. He was so energetic throughout the 3 hours –singing his tune to soprano with matching hip-hop dance (whatever you call that dance) that I died out laughing. That was simply an amazing energy. There are moments too that he may be taciturn and gloomy that puzzles me enough. In this situation, I step back aside to give him time to breathe. Give him some space. Every individual has the right to be with his self and find his true color. One kind of valor that he needs to face by himself.

I am a protective friend and a mom to him which sometimes I blow my horn when I hear people speak kinda evil about him and don’t respect his autonomous dignity. Everyone of us has the right to respect other people's dignity. It is better that you are candid and call his attention about his shortcomings than stabbing him at his back.
 

Mike is just there through thick and thin. He is there to defend you when someone pushes you down to the limits or hitting you below the belt. He is that too sensitive defending a friend, like Manny Pacquio knocking you down (I mean TKO here) with his hard punches. Young at his age, he is passive and aggressive person but he knows how to apologize once her anger subsides. What I like mostly about him is his concern. He sees to eat that I am okay. Though he knows I am a survivor, he sees to it that I feel okay for sometimes I have a difficulty breathing and needs more oxygen.

My only advices to him are: One, he has to set a goal and work for it. It is a matter of mind setting what he wants to do in day then at the end of the day, check if he meets his goal. If not what possible strategy he can formulate to reach that goal. Secondly, learn to be frugal or miser with your spending. What I mean to say is to prioritize the allocation of your budget on things that you want to do in your life.

ON DENNIS TUWAHAN

He is a darling

Only your real friends tell you when your face is dirty.

     - Sicilian Proverb

Tick tock tick tock. This is definitely our life in Qualfon. It is one hell of a rat racing, wrestling around the clock, walking bitchy-bitchy on the floor. Tick tock tick tock in a day I could not almost meet Dennis (fondly call him “Dhenz”) although we are at the same building. He is located at 10^th floor. I and Mike M are situated in 7^th floor so we almost see each other thrice (3x)in a week. It is a rare chance meeting Dennis in a week not unless I go to 10^th floor or he goes to 7^th floor. The bonding moments for us are just “beso-beso” (hugs and kisses) then holy smoke; he would disappear in thin air. He is always hurrying his time that he doesn’t have much time to be with his self. When he left me I just shrugged my shoulder and said; “poor thing.” Darn, Dennis is smart and intelligent person to talk to yet holding sometimes his ideas if nobody is listening. In an organization, I believe he should be given a chance to prove to execute the formulation of his plans and programs. What I mean is that we should not be so dogmatic. What I mean is that we should not be too orthodox with our thinking by limiting to the guidelines alone. I remember Dennis formulated a program to enhance the skills of agents in call handling but sad it turned out to lapsus calami (slip of the pen). His expertise is Root Cause Analysis (RCA). I am not good at this. He was even chosen to discuss this during our Immersion. RCA is used by other conglomerate as bench marking to improve the quality of their services and management-wise. 

I don’t know where to stand or I don’t know how to sit (kidding) about the love of his life, Rickster. I act like a guidance counselor between them advising them to admonish their love, patching up some holes, and soul taker to Rick. I met his darling, Rick about a month ago. I could see how they madly love each other. I could see from the their eyes which is the window too their souls. Two hearts beating as one.  There was gravity pulling them together as one. That scene really titillates me.  


To hell, what people say about homosexuality! I love Dennis! He has never to hide any skeleton in the closet. I respect him for what he is as an individual person. I bet Roda, Jade and all his good friends will march with me and defend Dennis whoever scorn or judge him.  For me, even though he is skinny, he is an ordinate essence of a man.

I and Dennis became good friends when I was in Quality. He was my QA Supervisor. It was right there that we became the best of friends. I remembered QAAs under him were so terrified every time he conducted RCA but he never called my name for RCA. He thought maybe that I was an expert in RCA but he never realized that I was using logic or the art of deduction when I conducted RCA. RCA was not my inkling really so I was glad he endorsed me to Operations. This guy, oh better watch out too when he is mad, all high falluting words came out from his mouth. You better grab a dictionary.

Dennis is a darling to me. He is too sweet. When it comes to the love of his life….Dennis follow your heart. My parting words; "I LOVE YAH." I do not have to say much here but I know you do know. 

ON MIKE GATCHALIAN

The Funny Bone

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are
She said, 'cause He made you perfect, babe
So hold your head up, girl and you you'll go far
Listen to me when I say

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, born this way

It would be a riotous day when Mike starts to tell a story. Know why? Everybody is laughing to the max. If you have a heart failure better watch out because you would have a cardiac arrest. His humor would knock you down. While I am writing this article, I could still hear the rumbling of laughter’s from my team buddies under SM Polistico.  Mike has natural shtick for humor. Laughing out in a day is the best medicine to cure oneself from the nitpicking doctrines and bureaucratic bungling at work. However one failed to notice that if you go deeper to his jokes, there is some kind of satire in it or exposing follies through irony.

Of course, Mike is silly too. He would always go to debacle of argument but later he pigeonholed that it was his mistake. One time he told me that he had an argument with his agent advising to send a replacement phone due to keypad inoperable. His agent was puzzled and told him; “Sir, the phone is LG528.” He said he was blushing due to this lopsided judgment. Not only that time that his mind was screwed but I would not rather talk it here. There would not enough space to share his funny experiences. I guess someday, I wish. Those experiences could be a real blooper that could blow you away.  

I am very comfortable with Mike. If I am expressive with Mike Merino, Dennis Tuwahan, I am also eloquent with Mike Gatchalian. My sharing of serious matters, sweet nothing, frustrations, etc are free-flowing. He could digest everything that I say and give his comments. A very good listener indeed but sometimes, he is not listening at all.  He was staring somewhere at a point blank. His mind traveled with the speed of time. I don’t know where his brain brought him...maybe to the Ox of Wizard or to Hogwarts. Mike Merino would eventually call his attention and his brain would bring him to the present scenario. I bet he had a mundane feeling of something personal.

Last Tuesday of last week, I was baffled. Mike had tantrums and kinda reticent. Sharp tongue too! Maybe it was not his day. I did not see butterflies flying on his head. I could only see lots of question marks above his head. To this point in time, this is still a mind boggling for me for he never shared what really was the cause. Maybe he had a monthly period that time(Peace Mike).

Mike is a good artist. He is excellent in excel. When he made a template or a correspondence, there would such a pompous decorations. The colors would be pink, red, yellow, blue or green. So much a revelation of feminism in him! I am not so akin to this. This is something of my waterloo. I am not an expert in Excel either. I am not so much of a techie mom. I am only addicted to scribbling what are on my mind. 

In my other blog, Qualfon Madness, I described you as more of a Lady Gaga than a Crying Lady. You are beautiful deep inside because you are born this way. If you cry, my shoulders are here. If you laugh, I laugh with you. Absorbed the lyrics of Born this Way.