I decided to have a complete make-over with the blog lay-out. Nakaka-antok na kasi yung gray. I found this template from createblog.com. Pretty cute, huh?!

Into week four of the five week training... Am at work right now actually. Two hours early, which just shows how anxious I am. (Or how stupid. I could've catch some sleep, instead of maximizing my free internet usage here in the pantry. Oh well.)

We'd have our 3rd SA later. Another role play. I'm almost sure that I can pass it. My goal is to at least perfect one SA, or if that's really asking for the impossible, at least an SD.

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Tito Mike and his family left early yesterday morning. Ni hindi na nga kami nagkausap. For whatever reason, it always seemed as if the wives of my uncles have the upper hand. Now, mom's pretty dominating, and yeah, I never actually saw how she and dad communicated (having him in the States for most of my formative years, and his sudden passing while away from us), but I always felt that she and dad were on even ground. Hindi yung nagpapa-under ang isa sa kanila. I don't think dad would let him be undermined, the way Tito Mike was when Tita Alelie was around.

I wasn't able to speak to Noah, which is kinda sad. He's my first stranger for a cousin, and I'm afraid that the other cousins I have on the father side, would all wound up as strangers. Siguro kasi ganoon din ako sa mga magulang nila. It always felt as if, after dad died, that my connection to his family died as well... Great efforts are to be taken just so I can update them with the events in my life. And its hard, considering that they should be the people whom I can ask about dad, before he died.

But I guess a part in me isn't ready to let them in, because I see them as the people responsible for my father's sudden departure. They didn't take care of him...

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Am currently reading Cecilia Ahern's "If You Could See Me Now". I love it. The idea's so fresh, so exciting. I like the feeling that I am slowly being absorbed by a story without having my reality swamped by someone else's imagination. For once, after a long time, I am reading not to escape... but to seek out something new...

Whoa! How's that for poetic!? ;p

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Off to customize my friendster account. Later.