Reminder 101

It's been so long since the last time I've written on this blog. It felt like I have completely abandon this page already. But that's not the case, ofcourse. I was blogging on Wordpress, too. So there's that. I also keep a journal. That's another thing. And I've been sick for the longest time. So there. I decided to post so to let you know that this blog is not dead. I may be dying but it doesn't mean I will have to completely give up on something that keep me sane.

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This blog is not dead. I am still the same old inconsistent theorist  I have always been. But I have nothing to talk about for now. So see you later.

moving out, and more

Today is my last day at work. No, I will not be having my rest days the day after or be on leave. I am officially out of this mess. Work, that is. It's already the effectivity date of my resignation. Technically, it should be tomorrow, but because it's a bank holiday, I don't have to be here. I feel good about leaving this time, unlike my seperation with the previous companies I had worked with. I have a lot of friends, and crushes, here but the want to leave is too much to even consider them. I feel free now. I am scheduled for a final interview tomorrow. That I am looking forward to. I hope I make it though. If not, then so be it. I have decided not to overthink things out days ago. I'm sticking to it. If I can give myself a pat at the back, I would have done it already. I actually can, but I don't want to look ridiculous.

tree of life, and the sadness that lingered

I want to see Tree of Life. Again. Now. Sure, watching it made me cry, and the sadness that came with it lingered. Until now. I still feel it. Everytime I think of the movie, and the scenes I love in it, I'd feel bad. Sometimes it's not just sadness. It's something different. Something I don't know what to call, or name. What's weird is that I don't think I totally get what the movie really was about. I have things in mind but it could be different from what the writer has in his. However, I felt it. My heart understood.

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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.

in exactly 3 hours and 34 minutes

As always, life is boring. Nothing interesting had happened in the past weeks that's life changing. I had coffee with a friend last saturday, this time at SB. Their Cafe Latte tasted like that of Starbucks, which makes sense. I am supposed to write how awesome I feel that my rest day will officially start in just a few hours. Suddenly, though, it doesn't feel as exciting as it felt a few minutes ago. Weird. But then again, I am an inconsistent theorist. It shouldn't be so surprising.