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.