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Happy birthday, Fudzy. It’s a bit late but you know the love goes across the oceans and what-have-you Really, really miss you. See you soon!!

This friendster blog is a pain to update. Is there a way to do this without going into friendster? Well, I guess I should just stick to my other blog. But that one is more private. So I guess unless I want to go back to Blogger, I will have to use this.

My team and I are doing our cube decoration. I’m quite tired. My feet are tired from standing up. But it’s fun. It’s fun to be working with my team outside of work. Too bad I didn’t have the chance to do this more often with my previous team. The circumstances then just didn’t make things easy. Work was hell. Personal life didn’t cooperate either. I wish things were different, and I wish we had time to have fun like this more than we did then. Anyways, I’m not sure if they know this, but they were the best people I’ve ever worked with. I’m mighty proud of them and I know they will go places.

I’m missing someone real bad. I hold on to the memory of our rare chats. I want him to know that I miss him. But I’m too proud to say it out loud. And to afraid that he might not feel the same way as I. This love business is freaking complicated. You like someone, he likes you, but he’s thousands of miles away. You like someone, he likes you, but he is already with someone else. You like someone, he doesn’t like you. You don’t like him, he likes you.

Speaking of that someone, he just skyped me. Yey.

Must be the Christmas air or I’m just overly optimistic, but I have a good vibe for what’s to come this last quarter of the year. There’s looking forward to hanging out with newfound friend(s), taking steps to change the course of my career, folding up relationships that were not going anywhere. Even things as mundane as actively trying to eat something for the very 1st time (i.e., taho, as I’ve never had Manong magtataho’s warm version, just having tasted the chilled one I bought off the counter a few months back, which Nestle already withdrew from the market, btw).

Except for a minor lapse in judgment wrt to meeting boys in bars which immediately turned from friendly to scary in a span of 24hrs, things are really going well. I’m not even that bothered anymore by the unstoppable gas prices. After all, we may choose to leave this country and still face the same problem.

I’m less cranky nowadays. I’ve finally come to terms with things that I knew would happen eventually. Like friendships fading. Relationships ending. I’ve even come to terms with the mess we call politics. Or the fact that someone screwed me up so bad that there were nights that went on endlessly and I didn’t know when the nightmares ended and when reality began. I am oddly at peace.

On a lighter note, Sheila and the Insects are MTV’s Rising Star(s) this month. So go check them out ((Flowerfish rocks!))