You think I should have known better by now but again, I'm blogging this post from the comfort of my workstation. :)

Somehow, somewhere, I managed to find my old tagbox, the one I used when this blog's address was afcandme.blogspot.com. [That is, if i remember correctly. -.-]

And it brings back some memories ..
I'm actually supposed to be working now but with most of my work for the day cleared [and my immediate superiors not around!], this presents me a superb opportunity to .. blog. :)

And yes, I should count my lucky stars for getting this job. Simple job scope, good pay, nice working environment, earlier knock off timing .. the list goes on. Even though it's just about as mundane as my previous one at NDC, I guess I can live with that - the old adage of money making the world go round quietly forcing me to immediately affect a change in my thinking. For those who wish to argue against this fact - there's no point, really. Just a simple look around you would suffice. Indeed, there's really no such thing as a free lunch but I guess we're taking this phrase a LITTLE TOO SERIOUSLY. Everything around us is so .. expensive. -.- Food, clothes, even the simple flicker of a switch for the lights is that much degrading on one's financial capabilities.

And it's not just that as well. One of the main motivational factors for me to pursue this rather uninteresting career as a simple rank and file documents clerk is for me to create Mazda 3: Episode 2. [And I think only a couple and that girl will know what I mean, LOL.] And yes, I'm really itching to get behind the steering wheel of a car [the real one, not the arcade machine!]

On a more random note, while taking over the periphals I need for my job here, I happened to chance upon the name of the guy who left.

And you know what it is?

Wen Han.
I just had my haircut. And it's a super duper cheap haircut [at $3!]

But .. I have one grouse.

I didn't really pay much attention to it until Andy pointed it out. That thick mane of hair that I chose to leave uncut at the back of my head kinda gave my hairstyle that 80's look. And if that's not bad enough, there's one more thing that I hate to say as well - I actually agree with him.

Guess my sense of fashion is kinda .. out, huh?

Oh well. Andy/Adeline will be flying off to Taiwan for their dance training. So, best wishes and bon voyage to the both of them, no?

Is it just me, or why do I have this sudden feeling that it'll be a case of 2 persons going there and 3 persons coming back? [Yes, this doesn't sound right. =X]
Just got back from the IT fair and I brought this pair of headphones from Sennheiser at $24.90. It's not the holy grail of the abovementioned but I guess it'll do for me. After all, I AM ON A SHOESTRING BUDGET. -.-

I'm kinda flustered. It's probably about me being too overconfident, but learning the piano is proving to be more of a handful that I expected it to be. I can't get the rhythm right, My playing sucks, I always get the notes wrong .. the list goes on. But no worries, I know I'm not going to give up that easily.

Just the start of a long and winding road for me?
After two weeks of MIA-ness, I'm back here again.

Many things had happened - the weekend "getaway" with a certain Mazda 3 [My dad will KILL me if he finds out, hahahahaha!], the "pouring" of coins into arcade gaming, Final Destination [Which is kinda pointless - it's like, paying $8 to watch people die in every gruesome way possible] and The Proposal [A light-hearted romantic .. comedy between a career woman and her assistant.]

And yes, I kinda like, got myself fired from my current job as a Records Clerk at National Dental Center. Not that I regret anything at all - I had some great times there, working/joking/slacking with some of the staff there. Rather, I think that I was probably just a victim of the office politics there. One way or another, I just feel that some of the permanent staff there have some .. "hard feelings" against me bah. Well, I do admit that I was the absolute slacker there - but then again, I was briefed on my first day at work there to take things slowly. Well, if I'm getting f***ed for doing what my bosses tell me to do, I guess a change in jobs would be better for me. [And not withstanding the poor pay - my salary is a measly $800+ a month, something which renting a certain Mazda 3 for the weekend reinforced in my head.]

Oh well. No point crying over split milk, I guess.

Life goes on.

Out.