i can’t sleep last night, it’s because of what happened on aug 12, 2005. my bag is gone, some coins and few bills (sorry bad guys i don’t have money)… my mobile phone and flash drive (i love my flash drive)… some ofc work doc i’ve bring home to review (oh noooooooooo)…
but it’s just last nyt (aug 13, 2005) that i’ve realized my SS and philhealth id are also in that bag!
2m would be another day… still, i have to go on inspite of what other people say… to change my career (to be a secretary), move to a nearer work place (here in caloocan). well i can’t. i have a plan and i need to pursue what i want. if only i can find a company where i can work as a programmer and where i would gain skill experience, then that would be no problem…
i hope those people would one day understand that this is my life… that if they don’t want my decision, then just keep quiet and respect what i want… understanding parents are like that. i guess my parents are not