If I can summarize what I could make out of 2009, I say this: DAMN boring (as I'm still stuck) and someone twisted is playing with Death Notes (as there are so many personalities who bit the big one this year ( Read more... )

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Disregarding, and thus forgetting, altogether the plastic bags of eggs, dried fish, two bottles of condiment, a loaf of bread and a jar of leftovers back in the kitchen, all that occupied my mind was my anger and a need for a spray of Ventolin to quell down the mutiny in my lungs ( Read more... )

I still could not make up my mind for a year-ender, as there's so many to ponder and list down. Instead, I would prefer to say that tommorrow will be another beginning, and will be welcomed by a multitude of explosions in the night ( Read more... )

Well... It's done. Over. Finis.

Just an hour ago, I cleaned up the last of my stuff (equipment, software, junk, etc) down at the old man's shop and put them in bags. I also turned over the bike (I mean the old man's bike) I used as a commuter ride for the past year. And I simply told his mistress that I wouldn't be back anymore because I'm going ( Read more... )