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For the nth time, I would just like to write about how much I hate my job. It's just an easy job. It pays well. I get to buy things I like and help my family financially. But it's what I do when I'm working that I hate the most. Listening to people complain when I have so much on my plate already makes me sick. Others just don't complain, like it's not enough for one to take. They blame you. Now, my managers, both at present and in the past, would always tell me to not take it personally. I can't help it though. And now, I'm planning to go back to school this June. Extra pressure. If I stay in this job while studying, I might as well just kill myself. This is a thought that comes to mind everytime I think about it. But I need a degree to get out of this mess. A mess I, partly, created for myself. And everytime I try to think of the best way to free myself from all of this craziness, there's only one thing that I really want to do: Go home.

just sayin'

So a friend started blogging again here, Blogger. In Filipino. Or make that Taglish (Tagalog-English), which is kind of awesome because Taglish, for me, is cool. I have always wanted to do it myself, blogging in Filipino. I had started and actually posted some entries already, but it didn't quite feel right then so I deleted them. I don't think I will ever try again. I don't get the same feeling when writing in Filipino as when reading something written in the said language.