I owe this blog to Victor Ong II, an officemate, a friend.
He recently died yesterday because of personal reasons that I’m certain his family would rather wouldn’t want to be broadcasted on the world wide web.
Victor is married and if he wasn’t I would probably say he was a catch because he was smart and cute. He sounded like Bryan Adams on estrogen on the phone and I have a feeling that he is probably just trying to do that to muffle the psychobabble of his callers. We once sat together when I was still new and he kept throwing unsolicited advises often I thought he’d rather much take my call: “Don’t sound sorry, they’re gonna take advantage of you,” “Transfer the case to your supervisor, it’s beyond your control,” or “To hell with them. Tell them you can’t do it. You’re not superman.”
Even the day before he died, he’d still help me out and everyone else who needed it especially Rj who’d sometimes panic on his calls. Victor was very helpful but he will certainly make an ass out of you if you are a loser.
I love that he recently got into the habit of opening up my blogs and skimming thru them and never missing a day to tap my chair and say, “That recent thing you wrote made me laugh. Any updates?” Ah, someone a blogger loves – an ardent reader. There’s nothing keeping a blogger from stopping her posts but a reader who constantly wants updates.I keep telling Victor to instead of giving me snide remarks on my posts he will just post them with his initials on it. He didn’t. But he still kept on reading and tapping me on the back for something silly that I said. The last thing he said that I can’t forget is: “You’re blog keeps me young, Tin.”
I wish it kept him alive. I wish anything could have made him alive. Bye V for Victor, we — everyone you have sat stations with, your supervisors, your mentors, your teammates — will all miss you in behalf of your Expedia family.