This is supposed to be Xenia ’s Season Two and when she asked me what season my life series is, I asked back, “Season what?” Season Nth?!! No matter how many seasons I claim, I never tire to complicate my life. Feeling artista, whatelse…
The new job has a lot to do with it because I’m occupied with doing something (someone?) else and the entire novelty of it thrills me especially when you have new officemates who back you up considering how rigorous the training is and the pressure of staying employed is taking is toll on your health.
Being back to graveyard (no, we’re not a call center) means sleeping during the day — much to Tin and Joey’s dismay — because gone are the days of our spontaneous Harbor City dinners and Hit at 1am when we argue why Ergo sounded stimulating to their ears and how silly the rape cases are. It just reminds me why I’m never taking up Law. I sleep at noon and hopefully wake up at 5pm to eat so I would still be on the mythical Before Six pm Diet. Graveyard made me love L’oreals Eye Whitening Cream suddenly and those Alive capsules my cousin Bernie is selling.
It may be a while before I’ll get to be in CDO. Sad. I miss my dad and my mom already left for the States and Yen is at the hospital because of premature labor it is scaring the shit out of me. Michelle might be going to with Elmer and so is Kristy who will be celebrating her birthday in July so woot. Something to look forward to.
Thanks to friends who are always there for you, who offer their support and scoff at your, “I’m okay,” because you’re not and no matter how many times they’ll tell you how right they were the first time they advised you, they’ll be the last persons to judge you. I’m grateful. Forever. Krua Thai this weekend, girls?
–to be concluded (forgive me haha this post has been on the office’s inbox and a message to all was sent for NOT BLOGGING. Gah.)