yeeeheeeyyy 
hehe. wala lang. 2 weeks na akong puyat! I can’t believe the day I’ve been waiting for is finally here! He’s coming home! it’s my last day at work! I am going crazy with a mix of emotions. One moment I’m so excited he’s finally coming home, next second I’m crying coz it’s my last day at work.
crazy i say!
Read this first before you read the following below:
Whew. August is the bomb.
So I didn’t really get to drink as much this August, and the first few days of August sucked bigtime. However…
1. Andrei gave me flowers on my birthday. Yihiiiiiiiiiiiii.
2. I have a new job! (resigned from the company where I was queen for the longest time mwehehe, my last day is on August 31)
3. Rediscovered my love for photography (nagbreak kami for sometime, pero we’re back in each other’s. .. frame hahha) and I’m saving to buy my own dslr. I hope I can resist the urge to spend on other things.
4. Went to Baguio! Bonded and bickered with my family.
5. Bought shoes. a lot of shoes 
Si Joy kasi B.I. hahaha
6. Bonded with officemates who will forever be in my list of friends (and let me tell you, it’s a pretty short list).
7. Saw my gorgeous berks I miss you all!
8. Went to the baptism of the daughter of my good friend sel. kakaiba. gusto ko i-wrestling yung baby!
9. I have a new calling in life (well 20% of my life at least… tomato farmer ven! bwahahha, world domination in progress)
10. Went to places – no, make that COMMUTED to places I never thought I could muster the courage to visit. ehe. experience experience.
Despite the bad stuff that happened this August, I try to turn a blind eye and just revel in the happy moments of my birth month. I love this month. I love my life. I love my family, my friends, my officemates, my new officemates, my enemies, my drei, and pretty much everybody I met during the 26 years my existence.
Thank you Lord for a wonderful month. Thank you for an amazing life. Much love much love.
P.S. Di pa ako mamamatay. naka ecstasy ata ako. hahaha!
I’m finding it rather difficult to say goodbye to my current job(for a more challenging job). It’s like breaking up. And I’ve never actually broken up with anyone. For an hour straight, I was crying in front of our managing director, our ceo, and on my desk. I was trying to stop the tears but they just came pouring.
It’s not that I don’t want to leave – my reason for leaving is valid – but I find it hard to leave the people I’ve shared laughs with (and pagtataray as well), and especially the chosen few I hold close to my heart. like, really close.
This is probably the second biggest risk I’ve taken so far – and it scares the hell out of me. But if I don’t go ahead and grab the opportunity to work my ass off and develop my brain, I might not be able to get this chance again. As drei would often say, “err on the side of action”, and although I’m not sure if this risk will have a rewarding pay-off in the end (I’m thinking this is a calculated risk, but then again, I’ve never been good at math), at least I tried. I had the courage to say goodbye. farewell. au revoir. Let’s just be friends.
Still, it hurts. I cry, I smoke, and I wait for that someone to hold my hand.
I was raised to be spoiled, ergo, I hate WAITING.
But here I am. In my vomit-inducing white walled room.
I am waiting for something to happen. For someone to do something, for me to do something, for someone to appreciate me and what I’ve done, and for someone to just…show me. thank me. love me. the way you’ve loved others. the way you’ve shown your love to others. the way I want to be loved. the way I know you can love me.
As blunt as I am about most things, this is one aspect of my life where my tongue is paralyzed, and only my keyboard can do the talking.
this is truly shitty. arg. stab me with a fork will you.
I work in the Lost & Found Dept of the web :) Pescetarian for more than a 200 days now. Loves dogs. and shoes. and ok maybe make-up(i'm just a girl, after all..) 2011= 20eleVEN.
