Hello.

I dissappeared for 6 months I think. Maybe more? I forget.

Well, these days are just uber conflicated. But I always say that, don't I. Nobody probably reads this blog anymore. Those who do I will count as true... friends?

Heeeehehehe!

Anyway, I have some news that I've got to post here:

I'M JOBLESS!

(but only for the weekend)

I resigned from Canon and yesterday was my last day with them. I got pirated (ugh, such a hideous term), you see, by an American firm that's establishing their first overseas subsidiary in the Philippines. So starting Monday I'll be reporting to the Fort office.

It seems that they have such high expectations of me. The position they gave me was pretty high its nauseating.

So there. I am now Mr. Makati boy. Ugh.

Should you expect to here more of me here in Insomniac Ramblings?

Maybe. I hope so.

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I have realized something about myself this morning.

I am such a flirt.

Yes. I hate it.

Pag walang MRT.

I had the worst 2 days of commute ever last Thursday and Friday.
No MRT due to the Storm.

ihateitihateitihateit.

It's a good thing I have really really nice friends. They rescued me
and another poor soul from being stranded. They fetched me
from Ayala last Thursday after that freakin' storm.

Ah thank God for them.

In fact, this couple was nice they drove their employees home that day before they picked me and Kuya Hoff that day. So they have been driving for several hours and still, still they rescued me. They live in Marikina so it was quite inconvenient for them to do so. But they did anyway.

And no, I won't even try to repay them for their kindness, because that would cheapen their deed. No, what they did for me is beyond payment.

But I will try to do something to express my gratitude, not in payment, but in appreciation and thankfulness.

Yes, that is what I shall do. I've had lots of practice.

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The job is ok, so far. It's crazier than my previous work. It's more disorganized. But definitely more challenging.

And I get paid more.

I think my body has adjusted to the rigors of the daily commute. But whenever the MRT gets shot, I'm soooo dead.