Things

Things to blog:

1. Family Christmas Vacation in Qatar (Porkless Christmast)

2. Upgraded (where i incremented?)

3. Friends? No comment.

4. Nishan, help (driving lessons)

5. Jazz (dream car)

6. AFC in Qatar (which i never watched even one match)

Merry Christmas

Yay! It's nearly Christmas. It's the best season of the year. The carols. The cold weather. Celebrations. Me likey.

I like Everything about Christmas except one thing: Santa Clause.

Yes.

He's evil. Here are my reasons why i hate him:

both wear red and live in extreme climates

both are in competition with Jesus

they both inspire greed

Both are always watching!! ALWAYS!!

They see you when you're sleeping...

They both have minions

there both the same person! there names are anagrams for each other

They both punish you if you're bad.

Well, merry Christmas!

Rough Day

Did you ever experience you give all you got but people just keep raining on your parade? I do. A lot of times.

"Is this the only job you have? follow up one piece of paper?' One Project Manager shouted those words to me. I was shocked. Surprised that I didn't know what to do but shook my head and headed upstairs. I got offended. A bit. And quite embarrassed, too since a lot of people heard that. I only wanted his signature as per our ISO auditing.

Strike One.

During lunchtime, I said something unlikely to my officemate and up until now, she's giving me a cold shoulder. If there's one thing I hate is that one of my officemates will never speak to me and then spread rumors about me doing nothing inside the office which in fact, I did many. That's why I'm hired, right? So, maybe tomorrow, I'll expect another cold treatment from my officemate which happens to be my desk mate which I share my lunch and coffee breaks with. Sigh. Tear dropping.

Strike Two.

My boss. You know her. I think I mentioned her a lot of times already in my blog. I like her as a boss. But I think she doesn't like me. She knows everything except one thing - my job. I AM A NURSE. Our office boy is sick today so as a quote, "company nurse," end quote, I need to take care of him. Fine. I'll do that. AND STILL, SHE KEEPS ON RAVING ABOUT MY NURSING INTERVENTIONS - take his medications, take his temperature, do this, do that, OF COURSE I KNOW THAT! YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME THAT. I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AND I'M A LICENSED NURSE. At least I kept cool and comfortable and walked out of the office. Thank God for toilets, they're my sanctuary. I can weep there. I can pray there. I can even call my mom there. Total Seclusion.

Strike Three.

My boss interviewed a girl in the office hours ago. The girl's good. Too good. She speaks well. Fluent. Eloquent. And she's got poise in answering all questions my boss threw at her. I knew it. She will be the new HR Coordinator. She will replace me.

Im out.

Slurp Day 1: The Awakening

So I've been very excited about my new protein shake and going to the gym every other day. That's the reason why I bought a magazine about having great abs. It's called The Truth about Six Pack Abs.

Actually, I just downloaded it somewhere. I didn't buy them. However, I bought an aerobic ball as one of the gym equipment mentioned in the magazine.

As for the Protein shake, I opened it and it really tasted like caramel toffee. Sweet. Unfortunately, I don't know what kind of water to use - cold or warm. I also don't know when to drink it. There's only one person who can answer that.

Mr. Google.

I searched the internet fast enough not to get caught on the CCTV. By the way, the camera is just above me. Talk about openness, no privacy. Nevertheless, I got my answer. Before exercise and after exercise. But since I just ate today, I will probably drink it after I'm done sweating out.

The gym closes at 11 o' clock and it's still 8 so I will be there at 10. I assume there will be lots of people there desperately trying to grow a six-pack,too. I hope I won't doze off.

Desperate me,

Paul

Slurp

Whenever I am alone (or feel to be alone), I imagine stuff. Imagining stuff is fun, especially if it won't come true. Like for example, when I was sitting on the toilet this morning, I imagine myself having this six-pack abs and carrying those big guns on my shoulders. However, I think to myself, I can't do that.

Wait. I think I can.

Steroids? Too risky.

Gym? Too expensive.

Home Gym. Too lazy.

See. It's better to imagine than do it. But as I noticed my bulging tummy hanging around my waist. I need to act fast. I don't want to be fat. Period. I don't have any issues on fat people because some of my friends are fat. My dad's has a big tummy. :)

What if I have a perfect body to die for, I imagined again. When I do have one, I probably would go to the beach everyday and take my shirt off and, you got the point.

So I acted fast. I really, really, acted fast.

After office hours, I went immediately to a shop selling Whey Proteins. Goodness, I want one of them big bottles babies since I was 10. As stupid as I am, I asked the seller if it will make my body bigger. He told me he's selling supplements, not steroids. Good answer.

24 grams of protein awesomeness!

So I need to exercise AND drink those protein shakes after all. Sigh.

Too late to remorse, I already bought one BIG (as in) bottle of a Whey Protein with Coffee Caramel flavor. Sweet. I have to open it tomorrow though because I went to the gym yesterday. I need to have 3 sessions per week so that I can obtain those wash-board abs. (what's a wash board abs, by the way?)

Yumminess Paul. :)

Qatar Dream

Okay, you all now know that Qatar won the 2022 FIFA world Cup Bid. The dream they keep on dreaming since I was uncircumcised. They finally got it.

For them: Hooray. For me: meh.

Congratulations, by the way Qatar for winning.

I just don't care anyway. :)

It's because I don't like sports and I don't have a sport.

Lens

Yay!

Purchased an underwater camera last night and boy it was so cool! I haven't tried it underwater though since I'm in a desert Country. Darn it. That's why they had it on sale. Nevertheless, I managed to test it in the bath tub which I had a little doubt about the product thinking it will get soaked and ruin the warranty and it will die out. Silly me.

I tested it and the photos were not really as good as my SLR (duh!). But it's handy and portable and I like the colors. They have 6 colors but I only got the yellow/gold one. I like the green one which the last piece was sold to a Qatari.

The best thing about the sale was it included a photo printer! it was so awesome that I peed my pants a bit when I printed my chauvinistic pose image and it came out great. It comes with a 4-gig SD card and a lot of Photo Papers as well.

When I get back to the Philippines, I have to try this baby. Beaches, here I come.

handy,right?

Passport

We are almost 200 employees in the company and roughly 120 passports are currently in the HR Department for safekeeping. Yes, they can take their passports out because it's illegal to take passports from employees but it's their preference to let us keep them. I have my passport in my room. :)

It's kinda cool because I see a lot of passports from other nationalities like from the Philippines, Jordan, Nepal and even from the United States. It's fun to see their travel history and the number of passports they have since some of the employees, due to the fact that they are working for 15 years now, have 2 or 3 passports in our vault.

But it's not just fun but you have to be responsible for it. You will be accountable for lost passports and they will kill you by slicing your head off and feed them to cats outside the sheik's caste. Kidding.

Bad News

My classmate and dear friend Henri already gave up from his almost everyday visits to the doctors and tons of medicines to be injected at him and fortunately(spiritually) he died today. It was really a sad thing because I knew he really fought for it and I know that he still wants to live. After all, he is too young to die - he's still 23 years old.

Then I realized that death is unavoidable. If God wants you to be dead right this very minute, he can do that. He can turn your 'style' of death to become horrible and painful or a sweet just-lying-on-the-bed kind. Either way, he still is the one responsible for death to occur. You can't choose when and where to die. You also can't choose what type of 'killing method' will be used upon you so you might as well be ready at all times.

Sometimes, I'm scared of death. Scared in which I don't know what to do if I'm being told by the doctor that I only have 2 days to live. Scared that there's a time limit for me to surpass this cruel world after two days. What will happen to my friends and family after I die? Will a lot of people come to my funeral? Will they cry? Will they remember me even if I'm dead after 10,20,30 years? I don't care. I'm not there anymore to witness.

However, I'm not afraid of talking about death. Some people do. I just don't know why. They say I'm morbid. Morbidly stupid to talk about death and how will I face them and what if I die today and all those thoughts. People hearing those things I say usually punch me and tell me to shut up because it's not a good topic. But why? Death is unavoidable. We all go to that process, except for Rapture when God will take us which is the best thing but why say it's a bad topic? Maybe because, they aren't ready to die yet. They don't want to talk about it because they don't know what to do with themselves when their hour is near.

Well, the thing is, I'm ready to die. And hoping also Henri.

Rest in Peace, Henri.

Paul

Dear Mom,

I miss you so much. I miss you so much that I want you to come here to Doha to see me. To see your son all grown up physically but still acts childishly.

I miss the times when we go to dinner always. May it be a fancy restaurant or a simple fast food chain, I'd still enjoy your company. Nonsense talks and boisterous laughter were always one of our highlights when we were eating together.

I miss the times when you scold me whenever I've done something bad. You scold me whenever I arrived late at home, texting on the wee hours of the morning and you always scold me when I talked back at you and dad. I wish I could be there so that I can still hear your voice even though you're mad at me. I can't hear them anymore as of now because I'm still here.

I miss the times when we go to church together. Serving the Lord with you could never been so good.

I miss you.

Paul