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Yes, I Know I'm A Pessimist, Thank You Very Much

A number of people have been asking me when I'm going to post something again. One even said that I should try posting something happy for a change. Right. Happy. As if I have something that's all rainbows and mushy-mushy and flowers all around to write about. I really wish I had, but I don't.

I have a job now - I start on Monday - something that's supposed to involve summarizing the important news of the day and posting it on an online publication. It's good work, I guess, but with 10,000 measly pesos a month as gross pay and a six day work week, I can't seem to find my inner meadow - the one filled with unicorns and open fields and butterflies. But of course, beggars can't be choosers.

So now I have to trudge through the last of my bumming days scurrying back and forth to apply for papers and certificates and whatnot - besides trying to finish the work of Mike's mom.

Sigh. I miss sleeping 'til 2 in the afternoon already.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


Serendra, on a hot, Saturday afternoon: