I found this free video site...

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It's good to be spontaneous.

It's fun to be surprised.

Enjoy watching!

Murmurings of a bored soul...

Life is boring ...seems that  the world is getting less interesting; Wonder lost its magic and the monotonous hue of depression sets in. I feel happy nonetheless, for those people I meet who are smiling, or is it just my imagination? <chuckles> Take for example the barbecue guy in the corner on the road where the jeepney passes its regular route. His face is the epitome of what the mysterious King Melchisidec, from Coelho's book, "The Alchemist" referred to as, to paraphrase it, "...knowing your own purpose and reason for living." Or the graceful way a streetsweeper clean with her broom and the smile on a beggar's face shouldn't be regarded as just a smile or probably to lesser extent, a mannerism. But simply that inspite of our own imagined difficulties about them, they could be happier or more fulfilled than any one of us. One's very hefty salary or the capability to go to different places, and other "good things" in between, are not the prime measures of one's own fulfillment and happiness.

 

In my case, it's as if there's something that I'm missing ...I feel I still don't know myself at all. Could it be Love that I lack? Or potential? Or maybe motivation, and oh, don't forget optimism. Yeah, we somehow know we all lack a bit of something, and the struggle to make life at least bearable (and savor what little happiness we can squeeze from it <sigh!>) is what makes all these worth living for, the least. Hey, have you all ever felt that you just wanna let fly? Let go? Scream? A scream for freedom from the clasps of negativity and "mustn't-haves" (like bad relationships for one), real and imagined. I think all these comes to laying down our own roots and plunge into the deepest corners of our own desperate souls, and maybe, then maybe we can see a crying child--our own little lost self that needs comfort and then maybe, just maybe, we can derive strength out of that weakness...it could be very overwhelming, an none-too-simple concept but I think we all need to see beyond what's seen or reached. I still don't know myself completely. And I think that by doing unexpected things, different things, I can finally see "myself" and confront the person that is "Me".

And I look into the mirror, see myself beyond the eyes, the mousy hair, the lips(eager for a smile but just suppressed it), the moles and freckles on my face and often question myself, "Are you happy? Am I making you happy?"

Reflections while walking from work to home...

There is something else on how people walk. Aside from what we actually see - the stride, the step; graceful for some, sloppy for others, the gait - hurried or very much relaxed or even like a prance of a deer's as you can imagine. <chuckles> Other than these there seems to be something else because we all know there are certain things that cannot only be seen but perceived in a deeper sense. Seems we just take for granted this mundane thing we basically do ourselves or see everyday, every moment of our lives, we all know...that that certain walk could be the last for some -they could've been walking to their end with the grim reaper might already be waiting for them on the corner. For others, it might be a new beginning: a sign of hope, a celebration or for something greater to happen; a child's 1st steps, a single step that starts a thousand miles of travel by whatever means, or a patient's 1st steps right after a bad knee or foot injury.

I always get mystified by those who just started to travel or have just arrived.. Like, where are they going to? or where did they come from? If only the feet and legs could speak, what stories could they have shared! The dusts and wearies of a thousand travels sums up to that present moment and inevitably moments change, whether to our liking or not. There are lots of inconveniences and we can even point a few "devastations" and disappointments of travel but as much as possible, I take it as it is. It has always been my belief that a journey is never really "planned" until the actual travelling.

Walking from and walking towards. What better describes these phrases than this one simple word - Change.

How many people we see walking everyday? And do we at certain points in time, ask ourselves, "Are they happy with their journey?" Life's journey is never-ending until we die. And we go by our own lives, maybe oblivious to our surroundings. One can see in the multitude of people milling around or walking past in the crowded streets of any city or in the leisurely promenade in the malls, the faces --forgettable or unforgettable. Mostly just "masks" of the true person. How many of us walk from our own problems? For some, it may be an escape from the painful truth or maybe a burden. Or how many walk or, even run, to where LOVE is waiting for them? Wouldn't it be great!?<smiles> Or going to work --a testament of living-- or  going to new careers; to their job interviews, to their first day on the job; to travel to work in lands across and beyond. And oh yes, Adventure! It keeps the fire within one's soul burning..and adventures within one's soul is as interesting as adventures without.

The beauty of walking is not just on what's immediately seen but what is felt. It is the will of moving forward --as such a symbol of simply willing to change. Move forward--going forth---not just as it is as we physically see it, but moving forward to a better something.

Looking back...again.

The first time I've heard all about these callcenters was through a friend's friend who had applied to one. And true enough even before then, "BIG PAY!" was its official slogan. <smirks> And I guess I admit rather hesitantly, that it's the biggest factor why I'm drawn to this industry although the difference between my 1st pay of my company and my job prior to this (in an architectural/construction firm) was just almost a thousand bucks shy. But I grabbed at it anyway, since especially they said all I need to do is to just sit and answer calls from people. At that time, the "people" I'm refering to is almost exclusively Americans since U.S. companies were the first ones who had pioneered the outsourcing concept.

Without thinking about the work hours which are almost always graveyard shift, I jumped into the bandwagon. And boy, what an adjustment was that for me! I always consider myself a day person and an occassional insomniac so it was really a struggle. I literally dragged myself out of bed in the first few months. And when I had my insomnia attacks, I'd just party the night away if its on a restday (I have since moved on from that phase in my life, hehehehe) and end up feeling so wasted and tired during office hours the workday after. Or if its in the middle of a workday, I would render OT's if at all, because OTs (this means "overtime" by the way) weren't rigoriously tracked then. You can just do OT all you want, even if it's not a very busy day and you get paid for it every minute! I know any old-timer in our company love to reminisce the days when anyone can just render OTs just that easy. And that's one of the things I still miss on those good 'ole days.

At first I thought I'd just be a callcenter boy or call-boy for a few months...and almost everytime when I felt sooo stressed or beat out, my mantra is, interestingly, "Don't quit, loser!" And I guess that was very effective for my psyche because right now I realize I'm already quite a bit overstaying in this fickle, changeable world of call-boys and call-girls.

Bravo to us!

Looking Back...

It already has been exactly six years, five months and twenty-nine days since I first chanced into this world of night-owls, eye bags, coffee overdose and voice actors. And is continually one helluva ride! I just recently thought about doing this, writing everything what happened (and is happening and might happen) in this life I have chosen these past few years. Some things are not good to mention, I suppose but there are a lot more things that I think needs sharing...especially if in doing so would make any regular Juan (and Juana, how cliche, isn't it?) understand at least on some parts, the nature of the kind of job a sizable percentage of  working Pinoy nowadays had gotten into.

This is all for now. It is just an introduction anyway. Besides I need to sleep now for I still have work later at 1 A.M. Call(center)boys and girls are quite a kill-joy bunch, my friend told me one time, especially when it comes to their sleeping habits. LOL!

Till next time.
the CALL(center)BOY