Start working, damn it!

I'm creating another blog. Not that i'm being evicted from friendster or something, just happens that i don't have easy access to that site as it is being blocked here in the office. So i figured, why not open an account where i could have a daily access and probably write something that comes out of my thoughts,  and when it happens, i could capture it accurately as it flows. It's tad hard sometimes, you know, having the kind of mind that i have. At times, it gets so restless that even the minute of things, i can draw a lot of ideas out of it. On the other hand, i don't have a point of comparisson as i have this brain with me since birth, so i don't know. Perhaps, it's better to dwell on the idea that maybe, all the others operate the way my brain does so i won't get to see myself weird and creep the hell out from myself.

My other account, just to record it here, is ****. I haven't memorized the URL for the blog itself but the link for my friendster blog is there. Sometimes, i recollect at the previous entries I've written there for the past year and i get to see myself arguing with my own ideas and stuff.

So what have I been up to… I'm back in manila already for 2 months and 4 days. And I have been employed with unionbank for 1 month and 18 days. Glad i got a job that soon, as I would've caused havoc over the world with my lunacy and depression after coming back from dubai still with a bit of frustration for not being able to hold on that long. I've kept in touch with my syrian office friend (the only one i have in the office), and still we wonder how awful our employer was (is on his part as he is still connected there). They were able to hire an indian editor for the magazine i used to write and edit for and didn't even last for a week as the local abdulrahman has fired him that soon. According to mohammad, he hears abdulrahman admitting that i was the best editor he ever had (i'm not bragging) but what i couldn't understand is that the way he treated me during my entire employment with this monkey was way way terrible. I was treated like a rubbish, reason for me to leave the company without making formal cancellation of my visa, and the works because i had to fight him- I JUST HAD TO. It's like escaping from a prison of some sort and here I am somewhat having some regrets thinking that if I only extended my patience a lil bit more, i would've been enjoying the privilege of living in Dubai until  now.

Oh well, here I am again with my narrations. Seriously, I appreciated that country so much only when I was back here in the pitiful living condition of my homeland. Sad, but something that has ticked a certain realization somewhere in the realms of my mind that I consider submitting myself into overhauling. Will talk more about it with my next visit here. In the meantime, it's 8:40am. Work damn it!