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last night i had to do overtime (or OTY, 'Oh Thank You') to finish 3 budgets, which will be presented by my co-officer to our bosses in head office. contrary to what i thought, the 'overtime' actually made me feel like i was back in Makati again, single and handling my time the way i want to. sure, i was tired and under pressure but it was different from my usual after 7. the need to go home (right away to look over my kids) was there at the back of my mind -- it's impossible to ignore that, but there i was, taking my time.

i miss having that kind of freedom to handle and manage my own time, in my chosen pace. (*^*)

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on my way home riding a jeepney, all around me were pairs of lovey dovies. the jeep was infested. while their fingers were entwined with their lovers', mine were achingly entangled with handling two large supermarket plastic bags and two fastfood take-out bags. i was envious. we haven't gotten any 'us' time lately.

anyway, i should just be thankful that the kids are alright, Jeff got home safely and we have money to buy all the necessities inside those plastic bags. @--^--

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days have i been salivating over this Richard Poon dinner concert in Azur. ~(^*^)~


mentioned it twice to husband... but i don't think i'll ever get to see this one though. maybe some other time, some other venue. this one's not in the budget. (*_*)

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it's been a while since i last felt this kind of loneliness. maybe i was too busy to notice. too pre-occupied. now it reached me. it caught my attention now. could i be in dire need of serotonin, hmm? (.".)