Neko

Have you ever wondered where one’s soul goes after death? Let’s say there is an afterlife but not your own. Some religions have their own versions of reincarnation, But some condemn such a belief. Catholicism do not have this in their doctrine. And there is only one human (half-human half-god that is) who defiled the law of death by resurrection.

Ironically in the Philippines, a great deal of catholics believ in a “past life”. And yet we are the only Catholic/Christian nation in Asia.

Anyway, I don’t wanna write about its history and all. I will leave that to Google who has all the answers. Haha! On second thought, is God disguising as Google? hmm.. that’ll be another topic.

Lol! Last night when I was dazzling up with my normal workload, half browsing, half working…ok, chatting too… a colleague from the IT Dept. mentioned he believes in a past life. And asked my position on this. I first said, I don’t believe. But I’m avoiding being too sensitive with this topic, I reserve that with my moogie discussions with somebody else *.*

So, I playfully said that on second thought maybe God recycle souls.. I got a LOL for a reply. Then he said God can just permanently delete the bad souls from the recycle bin. Then I rebutted that there is a Recovery Program who can bring back a deleted soul. ANd contradicting myself, that by right-clicking, an Eraser Program can delete absolutely.

Then he said how God out-does their OT (overtime) at work, for he is “On Monitor” 24/7. And that he is so mighty that he gets tons of emails per second, and still manages to reply to all.

I then saw some recycled thoughts from the film Bruce Almighty, a sarcastic approach to life with religious undertones. Silly film, but worth the watch.

Anyway, I then remembered the recent implementation of MS Outlook at work. Getting an average of 10 emails a day plus replies in the sent messages, slows up my 40-Gb pc. (reason for me not to use outlook)

So, I continued saying to him that what if God has only less than 1Gb free space left? With decreasing bandwidth due to multi-multi tasking, crashes the system all at the same time? Up to no challenge, he replied “that will never happen. coz his bandwidth is limitless and so is his storage”

Ok, I have rebuttals for that up my sleeve, but to stop this nonsense, I just agreed and said it’s my coffee break and BRB later.

So I went to make me some coffee, added up a dash of Swiss Miss Caramel then went back to my seat. And then, instead of clicking the same window, I went to talking about Stereolab and Yo La Tengo and our CD collection with my moogie. I sent an email to a client, printed some research work, encoded some paper work, answered queries from a couple of agents, replied to an IM from the QA, called the attention of an agent on call having a dead air and replied to the Hellcats at Twisted.

Pfew! Multi-tasking and yet concentrating on more important issues. One more long sip from my creamy coffee and a deep sigh of relief.

That is just me having been right-clicked and refreshed.

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photo credit: Four recycle bins by soylentgreen23

NO, this is not my “peticks” time. And yes, peticks is a call center term. It means killing time by not doing calls or pretending to do something to let time pass. So when somebody declares he is in a “peticks mode” then his mind shuts down or hybernates and his hands automatically moves ala-Edward Scissorhands while his voicebox mechanically produces scripted lines as if programed on auto-pilot.

And yep, ok I am guilty of being on peticks mode when I was a caller. But technically, I am in a different level of peticks this very minute. Mainly, because I am thinking of what to write in my report while my fingers tickers with keyboards in another browser. My Blogsome browser. hehe..

Ok, so I am like that. I tend to temporarily escape the pressure by doing something else, but still capable of meeting the deadline. Ok, a moment please, while I TAB to my other excell file. lol

See, done. geesh. And oh my its time.. end of shift now. woeha! We will have breakfast with my colleagues at a nearby Eat-All-You-Can resto. hello carbs and insomnia..

And since I havent posted anything in this blog for some time, I guess old habbits are hard to quit huh..

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photo credit: “Buhay Call Center” (Call Center Life) by BlueRiff

She shoots him down

she wakes up with the sun beaming to her eye
a heat cluttered stuck to her brain
spinning her head to unmemory
brink of blindness unsustained

digging back from her yesterday
forcing to remember what words were said
still nothing - as far as she can see
from the ten thousand scenes that twisted

a sudden spring of image clicked to her
from going back and forth and rewind
a shadow that made her laugh but not smile
is this the one?

she didn’t care where he’s been
and don’t care what he plans to do
a fool’s numbness sprouted and lingered
as they both let the day pass too

she waited for that moment that never came
and all her patience came burning
so time has sent the signal to halt
and she knows he always had it coming..

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note: Oh, was i listening too much to Stone Roses or not? lol..

a poem to pay tribute to Feb 2nd.. and the camera painting entry for illo friday.. so for those who regularly see my posts at another blog, my apologies.. i just can’t log in there.. silly they require me to have a Gmail account! pff..