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Thank God It's Saturday!


It’s Saturday and it’s my favorite day in the Philippines. Firstly, because it’s when weekend that the 'work-end' officially starts. Secondly, ah no more second… it’s all there with the first.

Corniche Doha, Qatar
The week ends, the fun begins. It’s my time for my bike, for a real sound siesta, a stroll around the villa, a DVD marathon, a family dinner together… oh, nostalgia is in the air. And it’s coming to get me…

But I’ll get it even before it gets me…

What about my Saturday Qatar version? Let’s begin:  resting time foiled by an early morning wake-up, a rush in the bathroom, a snatch of a swift breakfast, a 20-minute trip to workplace. And then, voila! The reality is right in my face… Reality, paper works, files, bills, inputs, encodes, complaints, bosses, (some)officemates, desk, and phone calls are inter-changeable terms in this write-up.

Here on Saturday, the week has just started; the desk has just started to be piled up with assorted papers; and the CPU has just warmed up.

But the fun or funny things, as this uninvited reality begins, are the intervals of coffee and yosi breaks and a from time to time conference with my calculator. The figures such as 1 and 12 are constant in the calculator screen. They represent the Peso and QR respectively. Then in my mind foreplays the varying plans of work overtime. Now a good reason grows in me to love not only the Saturday but the entire week as well. Much funnier is that this kind of emotion never grew in the place where I’ve been. I don’t know. Is it perhaps, because I’ve never loved the calculator in the Philippines? Looking for relevance? Does calculator have components that induce a person to love his work? Don’t laugh yet and don’t scratch your head. Who knows? Maybe chemical reactions happen while one presses the keypads with thrill for the result.

Saturday and calculator… How do I get into a good paradigm shift? I’ll take a good try. Saturday will always be one of the reasons why I would want to go back in the Philippines. Calculator will be my superficial comfort channel during moments of loneliness and weariness. Saturday will be the best day to start to complete the best week. I know that no Saturday’s put-together in Qatar would draw me into my happiest. But, I’ll give my best to use all the Saturday’s here to draw myself into the best. Someday, the same Saturday I’ve used to love and await will be mine again. Someday, I’ll use the calculator in my homeland the way I’ve used it in Qatar.

I started this piece of writing with a theme not so close to anything about calculator. I’ll end it the same.
It’s Saturday today and coincidentally or maybe on purpose to be on the second of the month. Yes, you’ve read it right: Saturday is on the second of the month and has an important meaning: No matter how bad I may have started the day, there’s always a second or a Saturday waiting so that i can start anew and strong.

And if the second fails another second awaits– another Saturday.

And another…

What a Saturday!

written on a Saturday of 2007

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