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Fragments

Of late, my brain has not been in tip-top shape so I've put off posting entries (for a readerless blog anyways); my writing's worse as it is without me having to further embarrass myself by putting up half-wit posts.

Here are some remotely interesting things that have happened recently:

One:
I just got my driver's license recently. You just gotta love red tape. For a thousand bucks, you get the fastest service possible FROM THE GOVERNMENT. Following this, I've subsequently tried driving around the metropolis a few times and have had recurring nightmares of uncouth drivers, stupid pedestrians, traffic jams on inclined roads, and parking spaces.

Two:
I'm beta testing for the Closed Beta Test of Granado Espada, a massively-multiplayer online role-playing game. It's cool so far, but I've yet to see whether the local distributors will make it free-to-pay or not before I decide to commit to playing it long-term.

Three:
After much internal deliberation, I have decided to take Conrad de Quiros' word for it and vote the people from Kapatiran -- Martin Bautista, Adrian Sison, and Zozimo Paredes -- into the Senate. They may be political nobodies, but I'd rather vote people like them who go out on a limb by themselves rather than folks who spend millions of pesos on stupid name-recall advertisments. Self-styled "independents" are also no-good; independent my ass -- try campaigning without selling your famous wife and children, and maybe I'll take a "note" of it.

Four:
Some people at a local magazine have been nice enough to let me try and write for them part-time. If everything pans out, April is going to be a nice month for me after all.

Five:
Sosy coffee is overrated and over-priced besides. Dunkin Doughnut's brew still tastes better; what's more, it doesn't have a hefty price tag.

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