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<title>Tacks and Boards</title>
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<description>Need an escape? This is not it. This is reality catching up with you.</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 03:35:11 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Money Issues! Again...</title>
<description> Have you ever been in the dilemma that you don&#039;t have money and the whole world blames you for their own moneyless state?  
 Sad story ain&#039;t it. That&#039;s my story today. I wish I could have gone to work instead. Today was set as my restday because of the confusions ever intrinsically present in our workforce planning department. How I wish I should have gone to work instead. At least, the only problem I would be encountering in the office are the ones I could solve or somebody else could immediately.  
 But today doesn&#039;t seem to be the case. I had to ask fare from my dad and he doesn&#039;t have anything to spare me so that&#039;s okay. The events to follow were none that I expected. 
 He had to talk to me regarding money and how I need to help out with the house expenses. I can&#039;t believe this! I, of all people in the family, would be the one blamed why we are having financial crises. I really can&#039;t believe this. I pay the cable, water, and electric bills. I am trying to save up for my sister&#039;s college tuition...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 03:35:11 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Career Mumblings</title>
<description>    I&#039;m swirling in the thought that I am on my restday. But, as I wallow in the idea of lounging in my bed and listening to the music which soothes me at that moment with the wind blowing in my face amidst the cancer causing smoke filled room, I hear a certain familiar sound...    
    &quot;RJ... RJ... RJ PS! Question...&quot; What the...! I&#039;m at work? Yeah! Shit! I&#039;m at work... again. Sadly. Isn&#039;t it a wonder how reality would creep up on you and burst your bubble just like that? Hmmm... Let me see what wanted to do for the past few days now. A list of unfinished business. Wanted to get a facial. Nah! Broke. Wanted to watch a movie. Nah! No date. Broke. Wanted to return bottle cases. Nah! I&#039;m missing four bottles. Wanted to have a cup of coffee. Nah! Broke. Wanted to go on rest day. Nah.&amp;nbsp;Can&#039;t. Have to work. Broke. Wanted to fix computer. Nah. Broke. Wanted to pay cable tv dues. Nah.&amp;nbsp;Broke.&amp;nbsp;Wait a goddamn mother fucking minute here!!! I&#039;m seeing a pattern here! Damn! I&#039;m broke. Hahaha! Aren&#039;t we...</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2005 06:35:02 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Same old.. same old...</title>
<description> Yawn... Tired and broke. What&#039;s new? I know! A new blog site where I could continue ranting. You heard me right. Ranting. A site where I could literally dump&amp;nbsp;all the unspoken shit piling up due to the circumstances I am in. But, not all of this site would be shit. Just thoughts. An online cork board reminding me that reality will soon catch up with your ideals. So, what are we waiting for? Let&#039;s start ranting. 
 Half baked and pretentious. Trust no one. I have spent nine months in this company and have gone through all the bullshit you have probably heard about. Things have indeed changed. From a mere construction yard, the physical building has risen of the ground to become one of the landmarks here. Even cab drivers know when an early to mid - twenties (sorry to those who are above the middle mark... this is just an average) person would be hailing a cab at 3 in the morning and still looking very fresh and not a hint of alcohol in his/her breath where that person is going. Same old same old side:...</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2005 05:11:25 +0100</pubDate>
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