Five months have past before I’d start to write over again. I am not a good writer and I don’t even love writing, in fact I always run out of ideas. But, I believe that it is through writing that I can express myself well without any interruption rather than telling someone.
Last January I resigned from a job which made me a home buddy for quite sometime. Two days have past, one of the rooms in the 2nd floor where I stayed, was on fire due to leakage from gas tank. Luckily, no one was hurt however, every night I always had nightmares and was traumatized because of what had happened.
After, 2 weeks I accepted a job from Folares Pharmaceutical in Makati City because I just want to escape from the happenings and to have a new environment. So, I went to Manila for training even though I am very sure that it is against my will. I just want to try things out, to experience how it is to work in Makati, waking up early in the morning with the “sobrang-lamig-na-tubig” every time I take a bath, riding a bus, standing all through out from Buendia Station to Ayala Ave. because of passengers who’ll be working in the same place. It’s really quite tough for me; I haven’t gone this all my life and it’s just happening now. There are sleepless nights; studying, memorizing, texting, eating. All of these things I wanted to overcome but unfortunately I gave up and went home nothing. Because, of the fear of being alone and away from loved ones.
I went back my old place in Cebu, for the first 2 weeks that I came here, I can still remember the accident and it’s still fresh on my mind. I tried to do all the things to surmount it. I’ve been insomniac for almost a month. I kept praying every night until such time that I learned to forget the event and start all over again.
But It was a great experience anyway.
