Attempts in Productivity Series

Ramblings.

Chapter 1.
It is July 26, 2004. A few minutes more the clock would turn and so would the calendar. I decide to play with words instead of get myself frustrated over Spider Solitaire. I should be pushing myself to do something that resembles work so I could at least say I had a productive day but for some reason, it wearies me tapping on the keyboard to put into eternal electronic form the notes a colleague made of a recent activity. I also could not bring myself to read, not even the supposedly light reading that Filipino romance novels are (since these books are around where I am right now), or the highly intellectual compilation of readings on organizations. Was the previous sentence even correct? Maybe I should save this and post it on my blog spot, which I was never able to “update” (I am too lazy now to look for the right term) since probably centuries ago. You see, sometimes, I have the illusion that I am a writer… and I thought I could eke out something every now and then that I could post on my “personal space” in the world wide web. I never got, no, made the time to learn, but I did try, and actually made simple personal websites, courtesy of Yahoo.. but I never really got far enough to actually have made a website. The blog was a more convenient option. Simple enough for my simple brain to take. Five minutes to twelve midnight. Maybe I should do other things.


Still at Chapter 1

Why I should put these “things” into chapters, I do not really know. I think I had intended to write something that resembles a story. It is July 29, 2004, by the way. I had slept late yesterday and had to wake up early for a trip to one of a co- worker’s field areas. We had a grand time walking through a bamboo bridge and milkfish feeds polluted water. Our intention was to get to the sea. We did get to the sea. The fishermen were there, too, “folding” their nets after around four hours of seafaring. It was quite impressive seeing them all lined up beside their bancas, doing the same thing. It was like watching workers in a factory assembly line. Impressive because it meant all those hundred something fishermen went and came back from the sea almost at the same time, talk about fishing together. It is not impressive however if one asks them how much bounty they had brought home. At least these fishermen had more than half a pail of fish to sell.