Eating my words (with catsup)

I don't feel like writing anything about what's happening right now. Nothing's new anyway. Truth commission? As what old Bud Shakespeare wrote: "A rose called by any other name would smell just as sweet." In other words, different name, same shit. Nothing new really folks.

Amyway, I'm eating my words right now and it doesn't taste good.

Two months ago, I exclaimed the sweetness of freedom by resigning from my graveyard shift work in a contact center. I preached about freedom from it and looking forward on working on a job that coincides with sunlight.

Guess what, looks like I'll be working again on a graveyard shift. Nyahaha. So much for my yapping.

Yeah, I'm disappointed. Not because I find the job offensive. My 8 months with my former contact center is really a treat for me. I have big respect for people inside the industry and I could really say that the job is really not for the faint of heart.

It's just because I miss smelling the flowers.

Anyway, I think I'll be back to my routine of waking up 6PM and NOT 6AM. Damn time zones.

Anyway, I'm eating my words now. Please pass the catsup.


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I was listening to Yes FM 101.9 (not because I wanted to... the FX driver had me and other passengers hostaged) and I heard a familiar tune.

Hey, isn't that the intro of the OST of "My Sassy Girl?"

Wow. (if you don't know, I am a "My Sassy Girl" fanatic.)

Then the nightmare came. It was in tagalog. The damn song was tagalized!!!Goddamnit. Damn you Jimmy Bondoc! Damn yooouuuu!!!! I'll shove your damn guitar up your ass!
Waaaahhhh!