His appetite is mind-boggling, he could give Jughead a run for his money (or his hamburgers). He can wolf down two large servings of carbonara and still have room to spare for leche flan, chop suey and what have you. He is the human janitor fish of our office pantry, always to the rescue of damsels who could not finish their lunch. And despite the calorie intake, he does not get fat !!!
You might think he’s immature for all the stuff he’d think about is food.
His sense of humor is biting. He can deliver the funniest of punch lines straight-faced. Sometimes you’d wonder if he’s joking or serious.
His range of human expression is limited. He’s either stoic or not so stoic.
He is such a killjoy .You can never force him to sing even the ABC’s in a harmless game of truth or dare.
He is a man of few words; his responses are mostly short or monosyllabic or evasive.
His coping mechanism is maladaptive. He is so averse to goodbyes that when he left the company, he never informed anyone, not even his closest friends.
And for that we abhor him.
But despite his eccentricities and flaws, we miss this guy so much.
He has always been dependable, IT concerns or otherwise.
He has been the one person I have counted on when I was pissed or depressed or devastated or just when I felt like shouting my angst to the world– sober or otherwise.
He had been my anchor in a storm. Well sort of. Once on a stormy ride in Leyte, our boat almost got capsized. But having him by my side somehow doused my fears. I guess it will always be a poignant reminder of life’s journeys.
He has shown me the grandeur of nature and the immeasurable joys of conquering one’s self, of scaling heights, of defying the odds, of surpassing limitations.
And despite his impenetrable wall and his lack of words, he has taught me life’s great lessons through his actions- the immense power of belief in oneself, of fortitude amidst adversities, of never losing sight of one’s dreams, of being steadfast in deeply cherished values.
He has truly left a dent in me.
So let me take this opportunity to thank and greet this guy whom I owe a lot.
To Empoy… a great friend… a brother…. an idol.
Happy Happy Birthday.
You might think he’s immature for all the stuff he’d think about is food.
His sense of humor is biting. He can deliver the funniest of punch lines straight-faced. Sometimes you’d wonder if he’s joking or serious.
His range of human expression is limited. He’s either stoic or not so stoic.
He is such a killjoy .You can never force him to sing even the ABC’s in a harmless game of truth or dare.
He is a man of few words; his responses are mostly short or monosyllabic or evasive.
His coping mechanism is maladaptive. He is so averse to goodbyes that when he left the company, he never informed anyone, not even his closest friends.
And for that we abhor him.
But despite his eccentricities and flaws, we miss this guy so much.
He has always been dependable, IT concerns or otherwise.
He has been the one person I have counted on when I was pissed or depressed or devastated or just when I felt like shouting my angst to the world– sober or otherwise.
He had been my anchor in a storm. Well sort of. Once on a stormy ride in Leyte, our boat almost got capsized. But having him by my side somehow doused my fears. I guess it will always be a poignant reminder of life’s journeys.
He has shown me the grandeur of nature and the immeasurable joys of conquering one’s self, of scaling heights, of defying the odds, of surpassing limitations.
And despite his impenetrable wall and his lack of words, he has taught me life’s great lessons through his actions- the immense power of belief in oneself, of fortitude amidst adversities, of never losing sight of one’s dreams, of being steadfast in deeply cherished values.
He has truly left a dent in me.
So let me take this opportunity to thank and greet this guy whom I owe a lot.
To Empoy… a great friend… a brother…. an idol.
Happy Happy Birthday.
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