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Blog Addiction
I agree with you, Sieggy. Blogging is definitely the telebabad of the 80's and texting/chat in the 90's. Addictive? Hell, yes. Tons of ARs (Action Required) to do... 1 delinquent Management case, 3 Accounting cases to submit this Sat... Between PHI (product health indicator) submission, VF (virtual factory) competency assessment results to publish and SO (Strategic Objectives) action plans to formulate, I still manage to squeeze this in. Guess I have another long night ahead of me... Second in a row. My only consolation is, I don't have a 7AM phone con meeting tom. to get to.

Fax
Ain’t technology just great? I just discovered last night that I have a fax modem on my notebook (of more than 3 yrs!) and I can actually receive fax from another PC! Ok. I’m really an idiot hiding behind a geek’s mask. :P

Going
Time really flies fast... It's all becoming so real now... I've been signing travel authorizations.. processing the renewal of my passport... and visa processing will start as soon as I can get all those requirements in... Three more months, and I'll be packing my bags again. I didn't feel this way a couple of years ago. Sad. Apprehensive. Back then, it was just part of my routine. I've never stayed long enough anywhere to get attached. But it's different now. It's been exactly a year since I arrived in Manila from my last assignment. This is the longest I've been in one place since I started living a nomadic life 5 years ago. But it's not just the length of time. Now I have a home - this tiny condo unit filled with orange and green furniture and purple knick-knacks. My room was a witness to those sleepless nights I spent crying my heart out, my Piglet pillow dutifully absorbing all the tears. This is where I’ve discovered the real meaning of independence. This couch I'm sitting on is my official work space. This couch is where I've spent unforgettable moments while cramming on schoolwork (not necessarily mine). The previous times, I really wasn't leaving my family, because they already live oceans away, anyway. But now I've formed and renewed friendships with people I've spent a lot of time with, and who were with me when I felt the loneliest. They made me laugh… reflect on life... They are friends who’ve helped me as I healed from all the pain in the past. They are friends who are dear to me. Friends I love.

I may just be getting tired of living out of my suitcase. I may be a little scared of the new challenges coming my way. I may just be getting old. Whatever it is, for the first time, I dislike the idea of leaving. Because even when I was in Manila and not in some place outside our country, I've never really felt like I was home. So it never felt like I was actually leaving… I was just going somewhere… on and on.. It didn't matter to where. I was just drifting from one place to another. But now, I’ve actually stopped drifting long enough to be home once again, after a long time...

Gone Too Soon
The radio played *this* while I was blogging... Hah.

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon






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