Of teams, Nina and masochism

I just came back from a weekend trip to Subic with my “former” team from HP. It was “their” annual offsite trip – the first we had was at the same place, while the second was a grander one in Mindanao. For this third one, I do not remember if I invited myself or they did, but for me it doesn’t matter.

It was a great weekend. I missed on the Treetop Adventure because of a morning exam but what I did get to experience was nothing short of fun: a couple of team-building games and dinner by the bay, a unique (read: stand-up routine), interesting and entertaining new hires’ presentation, and another legendary inuman session. The morning after, I woke up and felt like I wasn’t out of town; I was home.

Notice the emphasis on the words “former” and “their” on the first part of this post? It’s heart-warming to know that in spite of moving out seven months ago and even with the addition of new team members and them having their own shared experiences and inside stories, I still had my team.

I shared with some of them last night how I made a mistake by not investing the same amount of time and effort in maintaining this type of personal relationships with folks I had from my first job. I won’t commit the same this time. I love this team.

Subic sunset.


Someone sang Nina’s Someday on TV tonight and a lot of memories flashed back.

Someday, someone’s gonna love me
The way, I want you to need me
Someday, someone’s gonna take your place
One day I’ll forget about you
You’ll see, I won’t even miss you
Someday, someday


Granted, I haven’t forgotten you, and to be honest, I do miss you sometimes, but I’m happy that “Someday” for me has arrived. I wish you could say the same. Of course at your own time.


Would you rather have a “love-hate” relationship with someone or have no relationship with that person at all?

It’s tough. People that make me feel special one moment, and then crap the next drains the energy out of me but I don’t necessarily want them out of my life either. Losing them would be like losing a part of me – these are the same people who I’ve shared my life wholeheartedly with.

I guess there’s some reason someone found his way to this lowly blog of mine via this search query:

Masochism much?

Makes sense now.


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