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Quake.
Head bowed, poring thru the mountain high tedious Monday pile of papers on my desk, I feel tedium engulfing me. I am hopelessly haplessly helplessly waiting for some momentous change to alter the office I am mired in. I poke at the paper mound in front of me, listlessly.
i felt a slight tremor. A few documents topple down from the Mountain in front of me. A small quake. Abruptly the ennui leaves me, boredom departs my cubicle. I tremble in excitement.
I look up into the open mouth and wide eyes of an office mate in the cubicle in front.
I looked through her, not really seeing her. For I had just realized that I was in the tallest building in the Philippines.
Suddenly, her face was replaced with memories of the killer quake a decade ago.
I was In another tall building at the time. Those were exciting though tragic times. I was gunning for a Vice Presidency. For my own room. I didnt know i was headed for the cul de sac I am in now. In a cubicle for eternity.
I swivel my chair and gaze out the plate glass window behind my desk. I peer at the Barbie doll Makati people and Matchbox cars below.
I see nothing amiss with Ayala corner Herrera. The traffic policeman at the corner waves his arms langurously to guide the traffic through. I see the same glassy eyed Makati folk hurrying from one mound of tedious documents to another mound of tedious documents. The same bumper to bumper traffic rules the corner. Down below, the tremors at the top is never noticed.
I swivel back, look into the still wide vacant eyes of my cubicle neighbor and shrug my shoulders. The show must bore on. Ennui slowly settles back on my shoulders. I bow my head, quake forgotten.
Head slightly less bowed, i pore thru the slightly less tedious but still mountain high monday pile of papers on my desk. A minor quake has its uses but not that much.
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:: Bing Monday, November 11, 2002
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