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I've understandably grown more conscious of my body image as I entered adulthood, but with mysterious rashes, a million mosquito bites, and straddling the line between normal and overweight, this is probably an all-time low for me.

Super weird driving experience on the way home tonight.

I was at an intersection (Xavierville-Anonas), trying to turn right, and having a terrible time of it because of the jeepneys that stopped at the corner. I went wide, but went a bit too far and had to pull back in very slowly to where I wanted to turn because of the other cars also turning my way.

The car behind me took advantage of the space freed up by the jeepney that suddenly left, and overtook me. Unfortunately, this made my turning even harder, as I now had to avoid that car as well. Frustrated, I gave two long-ish beeps.

To my dismay, the car made the same turn I did, so it was a long stretch of road that we followed each other along. All of a sudden, after one intersection, the car suddenly stopped, and the passenger side opened to let out a man, who stood in the middle of the road, arms stretched out.

Thankfully, I wasn't going very fast, so I was able to stop before I hit him. I rolled down the window as the guy came over to the side of my car, and asked, "Bakit po?!"

He said, "Patayin mo na lang ako."

Super weirded out and thinking I had heard him wrong, I went, "Haaaa?!"

Without saying another word, the guy stalked off, and the car that let him down sped off.

It wasn't until I continued driving that his words really sank in, and I confirmed that he really had asked me to kill him.

I told my mother and Ate Dincel this story the moment I got home, and my mother said that the guy let me off only because I'm a girl. A young one, at that. If I had been a guy, the incident could have easily come to blows. (Maybe even actual death?)

This isn't the first time I've pissed a male driver off, only for them to leave me alone once they see me.

Road rage is scary.

+1 to the list of reasons why i would never survive the zombie apocalypse: totally did not notice sirius overheating today, resulting in said car exploding in cubao

mad props to some beautiful twist of fate that allowed me to restart sirius and drive him to the carwash near our house where i could walk home, explain things to my parents, and take a trike back from where the super nice guys helped to tow it back to our house and even pushed it back into the garage

i'm super sorry for being a noob driver, totally terrible at this shit i swear

i'm most sorry to sirius, though, because he's taken such good care of me all this time and helped me get around and i repaid him by pushing him to limits and now his radiator has exploded in addition to the busted compressor

i'm sorry that you have to put up with such a shitty driver, sirius

It's been almost two weeks since the last show, and yet I can't bring myself to leave it behind. I never want to leave it behind completely, to be truthful, and thanks to the soundtrack and other videos and photos online, I think I will never have to, and I am glad. But there are still things about it that have not been recorded, so I want to type down what I can now before the little things escape me completely.

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I never want to forget any of this.

It's (almost) official.

I'm so nervous and excited and nervous and happy and nervous!

But thankful, so so thankful.

Today, I went out on my first solo drive with Sirius that didn't end in tears! Huzzah!

I ran errands at Cubao today, but I only really thought of taking the car out when I decided I wanted to get my speakers fixed (the left jack isn't functioning anymore). At first my mother asked why, and then let me back the car out under my uncle's guidance. I still need a lot of work when it comes to reversing out of tight spaces hruu.

But I managed to get the car out safely, and after lunch and watching Be Careful With My Heart (augh they finally confirmed that she's pregnant, I thought they'd delay it for another episode), I headed off to Cubao. Thankfully, there weren't any traffic jams on the way and I managed to get there and park safely!

The errands didn't go as smoothly, haha, but it was okay. I could have been a lot more efficient with the route I'd planned out instead of having to go back and forth between areas multiple times, but that's something I'll chalk up to experience. I did manage to get the most important things done, like get J-Co donuts for my parents' anniversary as well as a small gift for them, so hurray. The other things can be accomplished at another time.

When I paid for the parking fee, the lady at the toll booth recognized me as the girl that always comes in on Sundays and has her father guide her out, haha. The security guards also helped me out and everyone was generally very nice and helpful! I felt more confident on the way back since that's a route I'm more familiar with, and I managed to get the car in the garage in mostly one go.

Here's hoping that tomorrow's trip will go as smoothly! I will cope by singing songs loudly on my own, haha.

Well, I'm a bum again.

Technically, probably not so, considering I still have to go through clearance, but I finished my last thirty days of service yesterday and did not report to work today, so that's essentially it, right?

I'm trying my best not to regret anything, and really, I don't. I think the sadness is just beginning to sink in – leaving the friends I've made, the atmosphere I've gotten accustomed to, the routine of going out for the day and doing productive things and coming home to fleeting moments of rest.

Today I basically just bummed around on the computer. It was an alright change of pace, but I have so much free time now. I really should dedicate this time to doing the things I've always been meaning to do. Maybe I will.

I want to go out and visit people, too, but I'll have to be careful with my budget now. Hopefully I'll be able to get a new job in the New Year so that my reserves don't run too low. Heck, I don't even know if I got my salary this month. Maybe I should have made this my last day, haha.

Anyway, nothing to do but to move on. I'm chalking everything up to experience and I'm going to face forward and take all the things I've learned and hopefully find great opportunities out there.

I really do have nothing but thanks for the company I've been with. They gave me the break I was hoping and looking so hard for, and believed in me even when I doubted my own capabilities. The rough bits pale in comparison to all the good memories I've had, and maybe if things were a bit different and I wasn't such a wuss about things, maybe I'd still be with them.

But no dwelling on could-have-beens.

Welp, it's confirmed.

Starting October 14, 2013, we'll be rendering our thirty days of service prior to our leaving the company.

I've been seeing this coming for a while now, so it's not unexpected, though still a bit depressing. I want to make sure that I'll be getting at least separation pay, though, since it wasn't our choice that the position I was hired for would be dissolved.

Here's hoping for the best for that, at least.