Though all I'm determined to do right now is to sleep through another shit-hole feeling, my mind with all its cluttered contents just won't let me relax. This is not healthy (not to mention sort of retarded) thing for a 20-something year old feeling sigang taga-Tondo to go through.
It is not the experience that I dread, but the gravity (or inconvenience) it brings during these crippling and debilitating times in my life. Drama? Oo kasi wala na namang kuryente!
I don't know how to segue so I could insert what my friend, Tinay (who have been the main recurring character in my recent entries) did in this blog post, but of all the women I know, she has the best sense of timing. Timing maka-gago:
I was with her last Tuesday at the balcony of the office she's temporarily assigned to, I was telling her how pissed I was at not being able to watch the World Cup Finals at the Sofitel when she suddenly blurted out"
"Hey you guy in the smoking area, I can see your eyes through those shades! So what if I'm wearing a Japanese school girl skirt in the office?"
Happy Birthday Diana Christine Agawa Torres! I'm always on your 6, Boss. Hehehe!
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