My Rantantations (leave the term alone!)

My mind is drifting off again... which is not unusual especially when I am here in my demented desolate place at the fourth floor of the new building of the Digitel office. I have several green pile in front of me -- the green folder that contains my resignation letter, C2 Green Tea Plain in 355 mL, and Piattos Sour Cream and Onion in green packaging. Anyways, enough of that.

For several months now I have been in a professional limbo. My colleagues at work may have wanted to smash their heads when they hear my absorption queries. It has surely taken its toll. But now, here I am -- sharing this blog to the rest of the world... an anonymous someone who is just, y'know, plainly ranting.

I think of the things that would make me stay -- I have been thinking about it for months actually -- but as time passes, I get little and little "attachment" strings. I wanted to stay because of friends but I realized, if they are really true peers, no matter where I go, they will always be there for me.

Yep... on another note, something really struck me yesterday when one of my flatmates (hah! flat! so British!) told me to be careful because I can never really know who my friends are. And it just bothered me a lot. Well, I am the kind who trust people easily -- basically on pure animalistic instinct but having heard those words felt creepy. What if the people I tell my rubbish do not actually like me? Y'know... what if I had this schizophrenic illusion that we are actually better friends but actually, he/she does not even consider me close to being a good friend? And then he/she blurbs it out to every one? AACCK!!

Nothing is permanent... nothing... nothing...

I am moving on to another unchartered territory in my life -- leaving (at some point) a lot of people behind. 

But I pretty much think that there would be nothing in their worlds that would change if ever I am here or not. 

At all its cost, it would not and does not matter.

So why the hell would I care?