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Lately, I've noticed that I have a somewhat peculiar habbit. I don't exactly know how long I've been doing it. Anyway, it's like this: I fold my receipts into random shapes while waiting for my food. This usually happens when I eat fastfood, where, I pay first and wait for a few minutes - ALONE - for my food to come.

Could this something that I do to sort of fill the gap of not having anyone to talk to? But of all the things I can poke around, why am I folding receipts?

How random are the shapes? Well, let's just say that if those shapes were words, they would have been what people would refer to as gibberish.

Man, I think I'm going crazy. Or perhaps, crazier.

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I work in a place called "I.T. Park". By the sound of it, you can immediately say that the person -OR- people who named this place definitely had no idea what they were doing. This is supposed to be the Information Technology center of the city. And, contrary to everything that they have hoped for, a huge percentage of the companies in this place aren't I.T. related. A huge chunk of the population of this area is composed of Call Centers - YES! "Mabuhay Philippines! How may I help you?"

The thing is, porgrammers, are a minority in this part of town. Because of that, they are commonly mistaken as call-center agents by outsiders. For them(outsiders), if you're working in I.T. Park, then you must be one of those mabuhay-philippines-how-may-I-help-you peons, who work at graveyard shifts, spending most of their hours talking to old foggies who can't distinguish a cdrom drive from a cup holder. Anyway, most programmers have huge egos. I have been working with these people for the passed five years, so, I know. Most of them consider themselves an elite. You know, they're supposed to be those quiet, mysterious, soft-spoken but deeply clever people (total B.S., that's for sure). So, whenever they are accidentaly mistaken as call-centers agents, their eyes will always turn red and their nostrils... fuming with embers from hell. It's hilarious. (I'm an exception since I'm the one writing this post)

To all of you out there, if you happen to be around "I.T. Park" and you happen to meet one of these snob, condescending programmers... put on your best smile and ask them, "What call center do you work for?" Then, you'll see what I mean.

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I always feel the need to write about something during the first day of the year. It's my one big "Happy New Year!!!" shoutout to the whole internet.

There's a part of me that wants to post something dramatic that happened in the passed year, and then, put some sort of cliched realization at the end (I happen to know some people doing this every New Year's day). But to me, posting something like that is next to Mr. Useless and sits just before Mrs. Lame. First of all, nothing significant ever happens to me, so the whole posting-something-dramatic thing would only leave me at a blank. Second, even if I had something to post, like a tragic love story -OR- overcoming prostate cancer -OR- my experiences while I adopted a starving infant in Africa, people wouldn't care. So why bother?

Another part of me wants to post something that I'm supposed to look forward to this year. But that wouldn't work eiher. It's just like those pesky New Year's resolutions that you make, which, are just that - resolutions. Because at the end of the year, you just end up not doing them at all.

Basically, there's really nothing new for me this year.