selfish time for self

it is not everyday that i am able to have this time where i can prop up on my bed with my lap top on tow and actually have the time to breathe, think and relax. Days are really flying so fast that sometimes i tend to sleep at night without having to notice the littlest of things i would really be so observant about before.

I was contemplating on things that i could do for my own selfish time for self. I as thinking of how people could go to gym zoned out on their own ipods and running like hell in treadmills, or how some would take the time to relax by spa treatments and parlor visits would make up for a self conversation (or preservation). Sad to say i havent even got the time to think about this selfish time for self.


Yesterday, i had to open an old phone where i was hoping to get an important contact supplier for the shop. Instead of getting the mobile number right away, i had to stop aghast, when it rang for a message tone. It was not the message that i was actually bewildered about (it came from 2277) but it was the nostalgic tones of old. It was crazy. bringing me back to that old senses of running here and there, calling people up, anger, hatred, budding "love" and even laughter in tears messages of comfort.

I was meeting up lately with people who were part of that era. We shared the same realizations of not really doing what we thought we should be doing after removing those silk togas back in 2005. as ate jess puts it pretty well, as we grow older-- our social circles grow smaller due to differences, changes and how we sometimes want people to stay in the same mold of how we knew them.

I also had a good conversation with david who is a graduating student of ateneo this batch. It's amusing how he's full of hope and vision. As much as i want to tell him that the world isn't that grand as he thinks, i guess experience will teach him such. Though i gave tips for interviews and all, it could only do so much for i was once a fresh graduate full of hope and vision.


It is sad sometimes to note that we only have memories and mobile ring tones to bring us back, but we must not fail to see how the present can mold us to be better people from who we were before.