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A young lady trying to escape frequent harassment from an unknown stalker.

An old man trying to live life in seclusion without family and friends.

A hip “playa” from The Bronx who only wants to stay connected with all his homies and bitches.

An overbearing mother who constantly promises trouble for her rebellious daughter.

A couple who seems to know nothing other than to bicker and put blame on each other for all the hassles in their own little world.

A 5-year-old trying to pass herself as a 10-year-old. Kids.

A hotshot yuppie making his mark in the corporate world with nothing more than charm and luck.

An old woman who’s upset because she can’t talk to her granddaughter everyday.

A middle-aged man trying to keep tabs on her daughter and wife using his girlfriend’s phone.

A woman who lost her brother and father in two separate occasions within a 6-month period.

Imagine yourself having conversations with these people within a span of 11 hours. Hearing their joys and pains in life. Imagine all the stories they have about their family, their job, and their love life. Take into consideration that they’re Americans, and you’re not. Now, imagine that you’re having these conversations 4 days a week. And each day, there’s a different set of people as interesting as the ones mentioned above.

Everyday, you’ll hear countless stories. One significantly different from the other. Straight from the main characters themselves. An endless array of voices speaking tales about life, love, and loss.

Such is the life of a call center agent. A customer service representative. A specialist. Such is my life right now. As much as I want to leave my job because of the burnout days, idiotic back-and-forths, and mind tortures, I am compelled to stay. Maybe it’s because I like listening to other people’s stories. Other people’s sorrows and joys. Other people’s opinions. Maybe I just like to help people. Or maybe I’m just masochistic. I don’t know.

Thank you for reading my blog. Have a nice day! *fake smile*

I dreamed of you when I was a child. I looked for you in the stars, begging the falling ones to lead me to you. The world gave me lots of strange faces. They eventually became familiar. And eventually, they faded. A vicious cycle of strangeness. It was foolish for a child to search for something so big, so wonderful, and so brilliant so early in his life. Nevertheless, I ransacked my dreams for every memory I have of you. I met you in my dreams. And I made the stars promise me that we will meet again. This time, in my waking hours. We will meet again.

I am certain that when we do meet, my heart will jump like it has never before. Like nothing else matters. Just you, me, and my heart’s little jump. I am as certain of this as I am about you holding my hands on my deathbed. I will be the first to go for I am sure that I will not live a single day after you’ve gone. You will promise me that we will meet again in the afterlife. Heaven and hell be damned, we will meet again.

I’ve never seen your precious smile. I’ve never heard your beautiful voice. I’ve never challenged your elegant intellect. I’ve never experienced your infectious laughter. I’ve never spoken your name. I’ve never seen your face. In my dreams past, I’ve met you. Whenever I look into my future, I meet you. We have yet to meet in the tangible world, but we will meet again.

See you soon.

I�m back in the strange and sick world of the Blogosphere. I�ve been blogless (new word!) for a month now. This is not the first time. Before, it was voluntary. I shut down my past blogs or simply abandoned them for a short period of time just because I was having my tantrums about life. Silly, I know. But this time, I�ve been blogless because of elements beyond my control. My previous host did a data and server migration, apparently for a couple of days only. But the �couple of days� turned into a week. Then a couple of weeks. And next thing you know, I�m creating another blog because my Consolidated Crap blog is lost in server-migration limbo. Enough of the sad intro. Time for the real origin story.

I have more funds now for my comic book geekity (new word!). I�m now visiting my favorite comic book shop almost every week, whereas before, it was just a monthly deal. And comic books, basically, is the inspiration for this new blog. Stupid, yes. But it�s my blog. So, piss off! Anyway, a longbox is� well� a long box where I keep my most valuable comic book issues. Long story short, this blog is where I keep my personal issues about life and all whatevers inherent to it. Brilliant, eh? Mwehehe.

Now, for a brief recap of the past month (excluding the afformentioned host fiasco):

• I saw the third installment of the X-Men movie franchise. Twice. Just because of that scene after the credits. Bwahaha! The critics slaughtered the movie, but I absolutely love it! And just for the record, Movie Kitty Pryde is so adorably cute! Not hot, but cute nonetheless.
• With all the big comic book events last month like the end of DC Comics� Infinite Crisis and the start of Marvel Comics� Civil War, it�s a good time to be a comic book geek. I�ve also started reading DC�s 52 series (weekly!). I�m a very geeky comic book freak right now. And I won�t have it any other way.
• I set up a personal webserver on my PC. Yup. I successfully installed the latest versions of Apache, PHP, MySQL, and PHPMyAdmin on my PC. I am now playing around with the latest versions of content management systems like Xoops, Joomla, and PHP-Fusion, and also WordPress. I�m also remotely debugging and testing yUPieLBi.com. Together with the latest versions of Photoshop and Dreamweaver, I have my very own web development workshop in my room. I guess I�m trying to keep my ComSci spirit alive. Not using it much in my job.
• I went to the beach for the second time this year for our company outing. I don�t know why, but Laiya, Batangas holds a very special place in my cholesterol-ravaged heart. After the outing, I unfortunately got sick. It caused me to miss work for three days. And since I didn�t get a medical certificate for those three days, my salary will get a significant beating this month.
• Being the impatient prick that I am, several weeks of not publishing these stupid stories and experiences was torture. So I came up with a brilliant idea: make a new blog! Genius!

And that�s it for this blog�s stupid origin story. Baddie, out!