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God loves Geeks
Tuesday, September 25, 2007



Treacherous waters forced its way around rapidly and ferociously; all set to tear the darn rock walls down. Fortunately, some human intervention came just in time to stop a major disaster from happening.

Then, there was absolutely nothing else but serenity.

Thank God for that.

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Clubbing or going to pubs had never been part of my social schedule till last week, and I went to 3 over a span of 5 days...all in the name of work.

Well, I like beer and some cocktails, but not in terms of quantity; I don't appreciate shouting on top of the loud thumping music or...noise; I can't exactly function well under poor lightings; I get so freaking concious when I need to get so physically close with everyone and anyone in that congested area. That has been the way I was conditioned for the past 2 decades. But right now, my current job requires me to be just the opposite - a party animal; not just a amateur one, but a professional party animal who is always equipped with the funkiest venue list as well as contacts with all the influential people regardless of race, language or religion. A hard core geek to a full-time chiongster???

May God be with me.

As far as my progress goes, I manage to push my alcohol tolerance a little; I think I can hear (but not listen) the conversations around me better despite the FOREground music; I am slowly getting out of my claustrophobia. Despite that, it still feels like very much like walking on my hands - handicapped. Or maybe even like one of the infamous three blind mice - lost and confused.

Geez. Deliver me from all stifling emotions and thoughts!

My humble appeals to my Supernatural Power, once again.

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