the entry about coming back, et al

my dad is full of worldly wisdoms like flossing and recycling newspaper as table-mats for our supper, and bathing during mid-day when the sun is hottest (thus eschewing the use of heaters and saving on electricity). just being in his presence, i am starting to assimilate his daily habits and stylistic preferences; it's not surprising to see me assuming the "sleeping buddha" position when watching the google box these days (courtesy of cookiedough senior).

anyways, i digress, yet again. most folks have been berating me, what the hell have i been up to?

so, being in prudential has really whipped me up to be this workhorse that i never knew i could be. i could be spotted sailing through the office cubicles at nine in the morning almost every day, sometimes, during the weekends as well. clubbing with my friends, which has always been the cornerstone of my social life, has taken a backseat, if not being cast off as being totally dormant.

of course, this wouldn't be the ideal situation which i could envision myself to be in. as much as this turned me around for the better, the old adage "all work and no play makes des a dull boy" still lives on. i haven't made a single trip to the gymnasium hitherto, and i don't surmise that makes any good either to be simply working constantly.

so, even though this might sound like a turnabout, i need to juggle my time before i burn out and fizzle like a candle that is lit on both ends. and speaking of sound, i learnt from a friend that a sound is also a metal rod that is shoved up the slit of a male weiner that is nine to eleven inches long. man, how it would burn!

my first paycheck from prudential.

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