Finally! Finally. So much to write, so little time. Actually, very very little time. Hence, maybe a decent update tomorrow.

Hello, you two's of four's of people who are reading this!

Things at work have been very very hectic, and because of that, I'm holed up here in my cube. A LOT. With the great tendency of curling up into a fetal position, rocking back and forth, murmuring, "No more...no more." Hence, I have been unable to do errands, such as pay my bill from the guys over at Webcore. They host the weeshire.

So the weeshire will be down for the weekend, until I pay them on Monday. Probably. Heh. Kidding, Mr. Webcore Tech Guy.

I am scared of fireworks. Well, not really of fireworks, but more of firecrackers-- Rebintador, Plapla, Super Lolo, Bawang, etc. Also, I'm not really scared of them, but I believe the words, "intense mortal fear" would best describe how I feel. During December 29 to 31, I would be a big tightly wound ball of nerves everytime I get out of the house. Which I actually avoid doing, mind you. My mother would ask me to do an errand, and I would be all, "But I'm TIRED! And SLEEPY! Zzzzzz....See?!"

Another reason that I do not go out during these dates is because of the effect of said firecrackers on me. I would be walking peacefully, and then BANG! My whole body would...well, not convulse, but twitch. Hard and quick. Like whiplash hard and quick. Even if I do anticipate an impending explosion, like if I saw someone light a firecracker, when it does explode I would still twitch. And? It is very embarrassing. Very. Especially if I'm on board a jeepney. BOOM! I twitch. People stare.

Point? HAPPY NEW YEAR! I am a wuss.