On Looking For Answers

Why can you not say NO to the other person --- but it is all right to call a rain check when it is I who is involved?
Why do things suddenly occur whenever we have a so-called plan?
Why do you treat me as an option and not as a priority?

Why do I make an effort to preserve whatever we have?
Why do I even bother?

You cannot say no to others because they are your clients and I am merely no one.
Unexpected things come up because they are really planned.
You treat me as an option because that is what I am to you.

I make an effort for I thought what we have is something worth to be valued.
Now, I do not even know why I bother.

On A Player's Commitment

I need to be willing to make a commitment to being as good as I can be each time I play. I need to be willing and ready to do what has to be done to make a positive contribution in the most difficult of situations. I need to compete in each game as though there is nothing I will ever do that will be more important. I need to, more than anything, want our team t be the very best that we can be.

Is this to much for me to ask myself as a player?

On “Closing Thread Group. Please be patient.”

A patient person bears pain without any complain. A patient person portrays self-control despite grueling adversities. Oftentimes I demonstrate these characteristics. No pun intended.

As a corporate slave, I accept whatever tasks given to me -- as long as it is more or less within the scope of my skill set and/or they provide training. As a tester, I tolerate the time and again delays caused by “unavoidable” circumstances.

Waiting is a tedious task. It is not a wonderful experience. Time is wasted. Time lost is never reverted. Despite the tiresome incidents of waiting, I can contain myself – if still reasonable.

When JMeter (an automation tool) displayed the message above, I got off-guard. Imagine a testing tool asked me to be patient!

Apparently, I am not that patient after all.

On Shunga Shunga

In my whole existence, I can proudly say that I never been intoxicated. Maybe a little bit tipsy and that was it. That statement continued to be a 100% fact until last night.

I was sane but my perspective was tainted. I wholesomely entertained people and I bet they had a grand time. Thank goodness that I was still classy and cute despite my alcohol intake.

Jägermeister is certainly a “hunt-master”. It is my kryptonite. It stood by its name with honor and searched for me. It made me do things most liquor did not. The stag protected and preserved his game. Maybe mixed with a Bull the result will be different.

I drink therefore I am.