Friday, 2:23 a.m.

“I fake it so real I am beyond fake…”

Tired, sleepy and beaten by the heat. Yet I must write this before the moment passes…

Here’s a picture of me punching out for the last time as deskperson for GMA News Online. The dejected look was as fake as a politician’s smile on campaign period, but that didn’t mean the departure was not without sadness. I left the building with a heavy heart.

Truth be known, quitting that gig was not easy — I’ve been there four years and three months, and there were people there who were worth treasuring as friends, and I kinda like its free high-speed Internet — but an offer came and I blinked at it and ultimately had to say yes. After all, I’m at a point in my life where I don’t want to be held hostage by my comfort zone. Or free high-speed Internet, for that matter.

Sigh. So next week will be the start of a new chapter. I’m equal parts nervous and excited. Adjusting easily to a new environment, after all, has never been one of my strong points. But what the hell.

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