Transition

In a couple of days, I will no longer be the normal person (as I claim to be) that you know today.
Our schedule, team name and all of that has now changed. And we are going to be transferred to night shift. 9PM to be exact.
I'm finding it difficult to deal with the team I'm with right now. They get dumber by the minute, well some of them that is.
I may be a little unfair since some of them are still new to the job but still, I don't know how some of them passed communication skills training.
I think they need re-training. But who cares what I think, right?
Anyway, they bore me to death. That's why I'm finding ways of having myself transferred to a different team with a different shift. Perhaps 2am or 4am.
The sad part about that would be not being with my parfait, but she understands why I'd want to transfer anyway. Aside from isolating myself from annoying newbies
and unfathomable grammar, the pay's better with my preferred shift.

Segwey to family issues.
My Aunt just died last night. I came home from our Badminton Semi-Finals at work and I came across my mom who was on her way to the hospital because they received news about her sister passing away.
She told me to go home right away to accompany my cousin, who's still a kid, alone at our house (we live in one house).
That stupid pedicab driver even saw my mom crying and didn't even budge, still waiting for other passengers. As I got home, I saw him crying. Telling me about how his mother seemed okay hours before she had passed away.
It must have been too great of a pain that my aunt had simply given up hope of recovery. Too much dialysis had weakened her body. I know it will take time for the family to heal but I can't seem to share the same emotion as what they have.
Although I do understand the gravity of the situation, still I can't force myself to feel pain, depression and grief (though, in most cases it does come naturally without cause).
I'll miss her. Her wacky personality. Being head of the infection control committee of one of the prestigious hospitals here in Davao, you'd be surprised.

And how about me? Am I alright?
I can't answer that. I'm caught in between work, play and family responsibilities. And all of this has made me numb. Perhaps not too numb, but a little bit overwhelmed that I can't express myself. Just a blank face. As if there was a void in my hypothalamus.

Til next update.

Watchmen

Thinking I'd be in for a treat watching the comic-based movie "Watchmen", I convinced some of my friends to watch it with me.
The movie is in a way loyal to the graphic novel, making the movie itself quite epic. But the director's overwhelming loyalty has failed to make the movie itself, while watching it, captivating.
Tickets' price was reasonable since it's a lengthy movie. But what can you make out of a movie that seems pretty boring til the end.
As I was staring at the big movie screen, I kept thinking to myself what if I'd watched Confessions of a Shopaholic instead. Maybe it'll be less boring.
No doubt that the actors had delivered their roles pretty well, still the movie lacked something. Thrill and action. There were some scenes that seemed too gross or gory, something was still missing.

It's one of those novel/comics/game-based movies that makes you think the director had assumed the audience had a grasp with it's background.
Therefore, leaving an unsatisfied movie-goer.

I've yet to watch Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun Li, because I've been hearing that it's better than Watchmen.

Til next movie review.

Losing Heart

What happens.. when you're in the midst of happiness and you're faced with such deep sorrow.
When death has finally swept in, waiting by the bedside. For the last breath to be let out.
What happens.. when you are forced to take on such responsibilities you're not prepared to handle.
When emotions before had never mattered but it has gravely caused you to shut down totally.
When all hope seems to be lost, what happens when you don't know how to find redemption and spiritual guidance.

I'm too overwhelmed with the things going on at work that I don't know how to react to the fact my dear Aunt who had been trying to fight to live, had been brought in the ICU again.
Stating that if she was to suffer or have another heart attack, she doesn't want to be resuscitated.
Inch by inch, I feel the sadness. Creeping into my veins.

I try not to feel too much sadness. I know it'll affect my work and other things.

I'm worried about my cousin who, at his age and how he was brought up, is now left with one parent.
I'll be looking after him from now on.

Such complications.