A New Hope

The Star-Wars-to-my-life parallelism has gone out of hand! But how will I entitle this entry? I've been through the dark side, watched Revenge of the Sith, and know that the next thing would be Luke Skywalker.

Okay, I'm getting vague.

You see... for the past two weeks, Kat and I haven't been setting sail over calm waters. We both have our faults (but mostly mine), but we're working through it. In fact, there came a point when it was close to the breaking point, something pretty common for a relationship that's been running for almost two and a half years.

Me? I need to be honest. That's all I have to be. I gotta stop being an a****** and start being a human being.

Okay, now it's time to blow up the Death Star...

The Man's a Mess

Eleven thirty in the evening, in the office listening to Matchbox Twenty is a wasted man. This man wants to go home and sleep, but he has so many things to do, so many things to finish.

The man's a mess.

He's thinking of a girl. He wanted to be at her home hours ago, but deadlines, paperwork, and other project-related programming hinder him from doing so.

Inside, he's angry, but hopeless at the same time.

He has so many other dreams. He can imagine climbing aboard a Formula Three car, fully sponsored by a multi-million dollar conglomerate. He also imagines living in a home with a happy family, with him as the father of three kids.

Six minutes later, the man is so lonely, he wanted to give up.

A minute later, he thinks he's just tired.

He stares at a piece of paperwork that should have been processed hours ago. Procedure prevented him from performing the task himself. Another group of people, gone hours ago, are the ones allowed to perform the task.

But he can, damn it, he can!

If so, there would have been a lighter burden for the man to carry home. Now, he's clouded in frustration, for what could have been finished by now had to wait until tomorrow.

And the days are running out like grains of sand on one's fingertips.

Now, he sits alone, companions long gone.

The man's a mess, but he has a mission, and in his mind, he strides on.

Fuckers.

On Khaos Super Turbo Charger

I believe that it is my responsibility to inform my friends and fellow motorists about a so-called fuel-saving device. The original article can be found at this link: http://tsikot.yehey.com/forums/showthread.php?t=19182&page=1&pp=10

Fellow motorists, before even considering purchasing this product, please read this article. You might even thank me eventually.

In summation, the said device saves gas (takes 6 months to break even), but may ruin your engine (by running the engine lean), ruins the catalytic converter, and increases Nitrous Oxide emissions in 3 months.

The Dark Side

Yep... I just got sucked into it. I'm now Darth Vader in the flesh. *Breathe in and out via an inhaler.*

Sadly, I haven't been the best employee, son, or boyfriend for the past I-don't-know-how-many days. Frankly, ang gago ko na.

I've been coming to work at around 10:30am at the average these past few weeks. Considering we're flexi-time, this shouldn't be a problem, right? But it's far off from the 8:30am time-ins I had during my first seven months at work. It just shows that my work discipline has been slipping, nay, sliding down the hill. Sure, I still get the job done, but sometimes, my mind is just out of it.

Last week, our katulong went home... okay, quit. A good son should help out with the chores, right? All I do is get home late at night, do whatever chores I can do (like wash dishes), fix up, sleep. I haven't been in close contact with my parents as well, save for the mano po and some "do this, do that" conversations.

My relationship with Kats has gone to a record low last week. If your girlfriend is sick, shouldn't you at least give her moral support? Besides, laughter is the best medicine, right? Well... I wasn't there. I became busy with too many things, some even for the sake of recreation only.

I want to get out of this slump. I've got to get out of the dark side...