Genocide

The ship is slowly sinking. Another wing collapsed, and still, we’re safe. Feels like we’re those people in Titanic. We, the remaining people, are the women and children. Them, the crew and citizens in the hull of the ship.

Obviously, my instincts failed me. It rarely does. But it did. In a related entry, (--,), I wrote about feeling somewhat apprehensive last week because I was so sure that I’ll be booted out sooner than expected. I do make mistakes. And predicting that I was to go ASAP is an error that I committed. The news of the GA this morning left me speechless. I still am feeling troubled to this moment. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to me, but I never expected an occurrence of genocide.

I cannot say much as I wasn’t directly affected on what happened. But it stings, man. Not only because of the stability and security that they try so hard to make us believe that still exists--screw that--but also losing some of the best people that one will ever meet. Two of my closest friends, Maika and Arnee, my batchmates, we’ve known each other since day one. Even if we ain’t on the same team, we were at least under the same account. Only Roi and I are left on our batch. Not very comforting. And also, to Zelle, Soffy, Gemm, Mer, Shai, Paul, Jai, Warren, Jeff, and Arlene (also a batchmate), we may not be as close as we are with our teammates, but here’s hoping you guys and gals find better purposes and success in your endeavors.

So what now? What happens to us remaining “lucky ones?” Well, my mindset is clear, live each day like it’s my last. Technically, I’ve been doing that ever since I started working there, so why stop now? They say we are safe and secure because it is in our team that you will find the best of the best of the best. We know, obviously, it’s a fact. But we don’t buy it.

Let’s just wait for the next e-mail from those people who resources humans.

I borrowed the pic from Warren and I haven't asked permission. Please?