I have liberated myself from the stress brought by public transportation. Hmmm... not quite but less. Every morning, I only need to take a 10-minute FX ride to get to work. I get exercise and sunshine as I walk from the apartment to Shaw Blvd. I do feel and look healthier now. This morning, without a smaller bill, I gave the driver a hundred-peso bill for the P10.00 fare. As the van approached Governor's Place, I still have not received my change. I reminded the driver and he said he had already given it. Then, this girl wearing uniform of a university in Mendiola took out her wallet and gave me the change. She also paid a hundred-peso bill. I could imagine her embarassment as her cheeks turned scarlet. There is a scarcity of honest people these days. She knew the fare to Mendiola is P25.00 but she kept the change for P10.00 fare. Tsk tsk. She put the name of her beloved alma mater on the line for fifteen pesos. Sigh.

My 3660 is no better than a landline telephone now. The battery or the power supply echos is malfunctioning, thus, going empty after six hours of standby time. I have to keep it plugged when I'm in a call, otherwise it would die after a minute or two. I have to replace Bob Marley singing Waiting in Vain with Beep Once for message alert because if I don't, battery only lasts for an hour. Oh well. Three more days. Three more days and I'm getting myself an XDA. An O2 maybe. Wheee.

Ack. It isn't even lunch time yet and the black sheep in my staff has already managed to raise my blood pressure. Let's see. Memo again? I could get used to this. Bring on the leather-wearing ass-whipping bun-haired kick ass womyn of the office. He has to learn to identify the jolly clown Floi from the vicious boss Floi. God, I pray he does soon.

My nail polish are chipped and I couldn't care more. Me no likey. It shows how overworked I am that I can't even sit down to remove it. It doesn't help that I tip-top-type on my keyboard 90 percent of my day and I have no choice but be annoyed by it.

I'm still loaded with work but I reckon it'll ease up by next week. I know Russ tagged me that seven thingy and I promise I'll do it as soon as I've cleared all the hurdles in front of me. [Geesh. That sounds eerily familiar.] Blogging isn't a luxury for me. It's a necessity. This is my only means of release. Please bear with me.

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*.* as if! @ 10:58:00 AM • • RBJ