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Insomniac

I am now "officially" an insomniac. Well, not really -- but I can say this now because I rarely sleep, and when I do usually I sleep for long hours -- too long for my own sake. So what's been keeping me up? Here are a few links I'd like to share with the world:

MTC -- the premiere online community for manilenios and manilenias. That's one reason why I've been up most of the time trying to catch up with friends also on the boards.

Blogger -- my blogging service of choice, especially due to the convenient nature of the interface to blogging, and to the rich feature set for the blogs they offer for free! :D

Trun -- my "pet" project born out of necessity for my current company. It's something I've been working on and figuring out how else I can imrove it and my C++ skills.

WWE -- a guilty pleasure. I watch this instead of the Pinoy telenovelas, and I get a better kick out of it than watching wusses cry their eyes out on TV.

TopCoder -- not that I've been coding yet, but I've been reading op on how to start with the component development contests for my free time and skills.

And that's about it. Oh, and I've also been working for this company for the past 2 months. So if I'm not as available as before, it's most probably because of this.

And if you know how to fix your bio clock, please clue me in. I really need to fix mine.

CHill...

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