Because I am used to being awake in the night and asleep during the day, it would be hard for me to reset my Circadian rhythm once I start working in the day shift. Not that I have to worry about it right now but when I think of the daily drag-me-out-of-my-bed mornings and how I would need to go through the tedious commute and traffic every single day, everything just makes me want to curl up and become (f)unemployed for the rest of my life.
But even the Care Bears who do not really care about my issues in life know that that is not a good idea. I'm now beyond my mid-20s and I have to make my life happen: set aside all the bollocks and begin all over again. Even though some things have not been happening the way I want them to be, I still have to start somewhere, somehow, really soon. But most importantly, because not all of the best things in life are free, I am compelled to get a job because I'm nearly running on empty. Being a bum may be glorious at first but being broken, currency-wise, is what's not cool.
So there I went with my corporate zombie look and my biggest hopes to nail a new job so I can go back to doing something relevant to my future. This is me, with my hair at its awkward, uneven length and sans my cat-eyeglasses.
- I was told that I look like someone who's not into relationships and sex. Seriously? (sneers)
- I was told that I was "very Selena Kyle." Seriously? (sneers)
Aside from all these, I've been constantly contributing articles to various sites and here are my latest ones:
- On Lost at E Minor, wherein I wrote about Ciudad's new music video, Your Evil Twin, and many more.
- On Network Awesome Magazine, wherein I wrote about film sub-genre called Blaxploitation, which reminds me, I'm working on a new article about Vivienne Westwood, so stay tuned.
- On Stache Magazine Online, wherein I wrote about The Strangeness, just before the OPM fiasco roamed the www.
Well, this seemed like a legit blog post. It's been a while since my last one and no one knows, not even I, when the next one would be. Till then, fellas. But wait, here's a picture of my cat, Brucifer, before I go.