I don’t know how to make titles, so here’s the catch: A good title wins a good prize!
Anyhow, it’s been a very long while since I last touched this thing. It feels like the first time again. You know what I’m talking about, right?

Yes, I’m back to my blog after millenniums of being stagnant inside a ball of frozen uninspired fart. (See, can’t even think of a good phrase to describe how uninspired I was.)
So what made me think to write something terrible again?
Let start with a story: Once upon a time… err. In a world… Shoot! Just do it already: Tell you what, I was not programming for a year because things just don’t happen for a reason; they happen for hundreds of reasons. One was that I ventured into a few businesses, went up and down and down and a little up, and everything was shaky. As it turns out, the experiences I had with them are going to be useful in my life someday. They haven’t been that much of a help yet, but soon… soon.
Back to my coding, the last time I have had my most intimate love-making with my compiler was with C#.Net. As much as I would love to continue tapping it, but some things really have to change. I became a rusty programmer, a very rusty one I suppose. And then an offer came: a Web Development post, but this time, its PHP!
Wait, whut?! Of all the languages one could learn to speak, this is my most hated one (aside from brainfuck, of course). But I did not have a choice by then. I had to go with PHP because I had no Php. So I did get the job, and I’m in that company for five months now and counting… And guess what?! I have been promoted as a Project Lead and Systems Architect of a very promising project.
Well, I suppose the months I have been out from the codeville will be useful to this point of my life.
Note to the future me: Man, I told you it was worth it. Just wait and see. Wait and see.


The hotness earlier sent me into an epiphany: what if, because of the warmth due to brownouts, my skin gets burned, and I die? What if?! It’s not that I’m going to die soon or something, but what if?
* No chanting of “prayers” on my wake as they may call it. Man, isn’t it annoying to hear those redundant phrases uttered by mouths who aren’t sincere enough to pray? I don’t know if there were horses, but those people’s mouths were running like they were on a horse race. If that happens to my wake, I would surely get up from the coffin and kindly ask them to be quiet because I am sleeping. Now, that would be fun!