Pounding The Keyboard

       I remember we were at a mall at that time, eating inside a restaurant after buying something. She was still in high school, If my memory would serve me right, and while we were eating, she nonchalantly said, “My goals are to earn my first few millions and visit some countries in Europe before I reach thirty.”      Now, I can’t remember why we veered into that topic. Maybe, I was whining about how little I was earning. Lol. I remember chuckling, seeing the irony that I was way past thirty that time and I wasn’t sure if I already earned my first (not first few) million by then. Lol. What I was sure at that time was I hadn’t visited any country in Europe, though I really would like to see the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre Museum in Paris. It really would be nice to see Mona Lisa up close.      Fast forward to present, and she has already fulfilled that goals (she studied/worked hard for it), working just a couple of...

  Time, flowin' like a river Time, beckoning me Who knows when we shall meet again? If ever But time keeps flowin' like a river To the sea...        I don’t know but Memories on Facebook—where Mark Z and his team remind you of everything you posted (and every post where you were tagged) on a certain day on every year that has passed—sort of makes me sad. I mean, you will be reminded of a post that you thought you posted just two years ago but in reality is already ten years old. I sometimes question the veracity of the date of a post on my Memories. No, I’d tell myself, I posted this just a year ago, but then Facebook would insist that it was from five years ago, and they would be right—they’d always be right.      Just a few days ago, Memories showed me a photo of my niece, she was just three in the photo, and my brain was telling me that the photo was taken just four or five years ago, but then, my niece is now fourteen years old. ...

    “What are your plans when you get home?” “You know what, man? There’s this girl I really like. And I think that there’s a huge chance that she’ll fall for me if I continue wooing her.” “Why do you say that?” “You see,   we’ve had a colorful story. She used to be my boss, and all my proposals and plans then would go through her, and every one of them, man, she rejected. I worked hard on every one of them, mind you. It was obvious she wanted me out and she didn’t want to work with me, so I got out of that job and tried to find another job elsewhere.” “Oh.” “But it’s okay. There were other opportunities, I thought I really wasn’t good at that job anyway. But at my next job, she wrote to my new boss, and told him that I was incompetent and would never be an asset to any company.” “Really, she did that?”   “Yes, that led to my firing, but it’s okay, I just tried to look for another job and continued wooing her.” “Oh.” “I continued to give her gif...