Time Stains Like Red Wine

May '08: With the Makati team. Scrubbed and ready to go, feeling like a prizefighter on the night of his first big fight.

July '08: Slow day at the office. Wading through an impossible jungle of C# code.

August '08: Let loose. Fun and games at the beach.

August '08: Hey mister tambourine man, play a song for me. I ain't sleepy, I got nowhere to go. Dylan for a night.

February '09: Kabayanihan. Moving out of the dusty old office.

February '09: And into the new office that's going to get dusty real quick.

We were just a bunch of guys going about our duties and packing as much into life as we possibly could. They say time stains like red wine, the last year is a deep crimson splotch near the neck of my tee.

You Doctor Yet

Apparently, this is why so many Chinese kids are motivated to study medicine.

Dad: YOU DOCTOR YET?!
Son: No Dad, I'm twelve.
Dad: TALK TO ME WHEN YOU DOCTOR!

Slipping into obscurity

It's friday night, and I'm basking in the pallid glow of a computer screen. Tapping away the same old lines on the same old keyboard. This has come to feel like a bad Sisyphean joke. You get the feeling you're gradually, inescapably sinking into the soul-numbing waters of the sea of obscurity when:

1) You coax yourself into believing that a view of the City lights from your twelfth-floor office isn't all that bad when you could be whiling the night away in the company of great beer, great friends, and great music.
2) The thread that binds you to all your friends is reinforced by your common interest in the C# programming language and the progress of the 2009.0.0.1 edition of Interprise Suite. Hey, its cool to have friends at work, but where did all my beach buddies go?
3) Messages from 2977 is the only reason your phone is ringing.

I guess this is all part of the inevitable, the next piece of the puzzle. Easing into the slow life as we approach the apogee of our orbits. Slipping into that lazy boy after a hard day's work and watching soap with the wife. Helping the kids with the homework. Dissecting the stock market with Tristan and Lemuel. This could be cool, i guess. Just not in the near forseeable future.