Archive for November, 2005

Make Me Whole

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

When can I tell someone that she makes me whole?  Mushy me… Promise, this will be my last mushy post…

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Darlin’ I want you to listen
I stayed up all night
So I can get this thing right
And I don’t think
There’s anything missin’
‘Cause a person like you
Made it easy to do

I’ve waited for so long
To sing to you this song

Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence.
You’re the other half that makes me whole.
You’re the only other half that makes me whole.

I think the angels are your brothers
They told you about me
Said you’re just what he needs
And I find myself
Thanking your mother
For giving birth to a saint
My spirit flies when I say your name.

If there’s one thing that’s true
It’s that I was born to love you

Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You’re the other half that makes me whole
You’re the only other half that makes me whole

You make my dreams
Come true over and over again
And I honestly, truly believe,
You and me are written in the stars.

I’ll live my whole life through,
Just giving thanks to you

Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven.
Your smile could heal a million souls.
Your love completes my existence.
You’re the other half that makes me whole.
You’re the only other half that makes me whole

Accounting of my Life

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

I never expected that I will be a certified accountant.  For once, everyone thought that I will be a priest.  I thought I had the "calling."  I even tried it out and took the series of exams at the seminary.  I passed the written exams, then the orals but I failed the last, wherein I stayed at the seminary for three days and two nights and get the feel of how to live in isolation from the outside world.  I don’t know what I did inside that I failed, but maybe the fathers just thought that priesthood is not for me.

I attended a regular highschool, still thinking that I will be a priest.  Then, graduation came.  Everyone was expecting that I’ll pursue my "calling."  But to their surprise, I told them that I don’t feel like being celibate for the rest of my life.  I wanted to have my own family.  Besides, there are other ways to glorify God.

So, the "calling" has fled.  New ideas came to my mind, new dreams I wanted to puruse.  At the onset, I wanted to be an Engineer or an Architect or an Interior Designer or a Fine Arts graduate or an Educator.  But, Accountancy never crossed my mind.  Even I, was surprised that I entered such course.  I was elated when I endured a dozen of major accounting subjects after eight painstaking semesters!  To top that all, I even passed the Board Exams!  I don’t know if that was just pure luck or really the Hands of God that made it all possible.  But, I was really proud and thankful.

I then joined one of the country’s largest accounting and consultancy firm — PricewaterhouseCoopers.  But I am not your ordinary auditor, I never tested the balances, I never performed substantive testing, I never got the chance to use my calculator again for the voluminous computations, I never really applied the GAAP’s and the GAAS’s, I never practiced what I learned from college.  That is because, I became part of the firm’s IT Audit Group. 

The first six months of my stay was very trying.  I wanted to pass my resignation letter before I even got my regularization.  But I told myself, maybe I’m still adjusting, maybe I am not yet used to testing controls in a computerized environment for a financial services company, since college was more on numbers, more on manufacturing…. Blah blah blah… in other words, I stayed. 

I celebrated my first anniversary in the firm… Yey! I survived!  At that point, I was at the crossroads again… I needed to decide whether to stay or not.  I stayed, but I don’t know if my reason was reasonable.  I stayed because I wanted to experience how it feels to receive my profit share.  Profit share is the excess of the firms’ earnings distributed to all employees of the firm, after the partner’s shares are already satisfied. 

Somehow, receiving my PS (short for profit share) boosted my morale.  But that was not very long.  My performance, I think, dwindled.  I was not the same Christian who gave quality outputs.  I wanted to resign December of that year.  But a news came to my knowledge.  My manager informed me that I will be one of the candidates for promotion as senior associate.  Wow!!!  Talk about luck!!!  I don’t know if this is part of His Grand Design, or is it just me not reading the right signs.  I bet you already know what happened.  Yes, I stayed.

I was promoted last July.  More pay = More responsibility + more work.  But I never complained.  I enjoyed my new role.  But again, the enthusiasm never lasted long.  My performance is starting to deteriorate (I think).  I am pressured, I am stressed.  In fact, my scalp is already flaking and I look 10 years older than my real age!!!  Hwwaaa!!! 

I don’t know what will happen next.  I don’t know if there’s still something that will make me stay.  For now, entries in my book of life is already entered, but for sure, adjustments will be made later on to reflect complete and accurate results of the accounting of my life.

Friends? … Sure.

Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

I received a message from her — finally, after two months and 7 days!!!  At that instance, I wanted not to reply.  But that would be so rude of me.  Oh well, I said to myself that the time has finally come to talk to her again.  I asked how everything’s going and how life’s been to her.  She said she’s okay.  I asked her out … again.  But this time, its not only the two of us.  I asked her to tag along her sister. 

Frankly, I missed her.  I missed how we used to talk.  I missed how she listens to my (sometimes silly) stories and (usually corny) jokes.  Actually, I really wanted to call her.  Nahihiya lang ako, and I can’t think of anything to start our conversation.  That was made worse when I stucked up on her during our friend’s wedding.  It was a shame on my part! 

I guess, I really need to see her… to face her … so everything can be closed … so everything will be back to normal.  As for her last text message, she offered friendship.  That was also her final statement when we talked several years back (four years to be exact).  I said yes back then, and there’s no reason for me to change my answer now.  We will be friends again for sure.  Actually, the friendship was never lost.  I would like to believe that this is just one of the tests we need to take.  But after all these, we can just laugh at everything that happened between the two of us.  Haaay…