sometimes it's a burden. sometimes it's an outlet. but today i think it is just something else.
that's my blog. somehow i feel obliged to write something. at times, i thought it would be wise to keep it all to myself. that's not wise. not until yesterday.
i attended a course on EQ. the list of names submitted to attend the course, well i can't be sure if it was intentional or out-of-randomness. whatever it is, all my colleagues thought it's a funny thing and laughing and i couldn't help but to let them be.
it was good though. no, it was fantastic. we had a workshop-like class. hilariously funny if you open up to whatever to come along. imagine being stuffed inside a room with 20 ladies (an average of 70% of the participants are ladies and they are all in the midst of battling mid-life crisis, menopause and whatever happens to the moon will do to them). at first, i anticipated that i'll end up in a body bag after the first coffee break. well i didn't.
we had so much fun. that was very good.
i'm having fun with people my mother's age.
that's my blog. somehow i feel obliged to write something. at times, i thought it would be wise to keep it all to myself. that's not wise. not until yesterday.
i attended a course on EQ. the list of names submitted to attend the course, well i can't be sure if it was intentional or out-of-randomness. whatever it is, all my colleagues thought it's a funny thing and laughing and i couldn't help but to let them be.
it was good though. no, it was fantastic. we had a workshop-like class. hilariously funny if you open up to whatever to come along. imagine being stuffed inside a room with 20 ladies (an average of 70% of the participants are ladies and they are all in the midst of battling mid-life crisis, menopause and whatever happens to the moon will do to them). at first, i anticipated that i'll end up in a body bag after the first coffee break. well i didn't.
we had so much fun. that was very good.
i'm having fun with people my mother's age.
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