Ahem. So, how do you like my blog’s total makeover? I’m almost done with everything here, except for some additional touch ups. Nice. =) I think this is simpler than the other one, no blowing bubbles and no dark impression. But admit it, you actually thought I turned suicidal when I picked this skin, huh? Hahaha…
It’s just the recorder-like buttons that got me. And of course, the plain and boring colors that I absolutely adore : white, black and gray. Err… must it be the harmful sun rays?
Argh! *cursing Blogger* Dare to crash down again and i’ll….CRY! Even my mobile phone went dead when I was sending a message. Maybe it’s telling me to stay away from techy stuff today.
—>IS THAT RIGHT? PRETTY MUCH SURE? CORRECT? — Oops. Where the hell did that come from? This MOWnarch girls has been getting into my nerves all week! But, I couldn’t imagine morning musings in the office without hearing them spitting their scripts with their famous “p for fayfer” line. I’d surely miss secretly giggling with my hand on my stomach that almost always hurts. Man, its effect on me is kind of electrifying. The lazy bug bolts out of me instantly as soon as I hear them chat away in unison. Swear. Wahh… mukhang ayokong mag GY next week. Should I pass it up until the week after the next? Oh, I don’t know. I’m outta here. A demain!
You wouldn’t believe what happened to me yesterday. Well, I had my second encounter with a gung-ho “horndog” (as Weltsch would like to call “it”). I caught him touching me and I didn’t let the chance go of beating him up to bleed unlike the first time when I got so shocked to react. I didn’t actually inflict much pain on him (sa lagay na yun) as what I intended. I wish I had poked his eyes with my pen. If I had a knife, I would have stabbed him. Really. It wasn’t the first time that I went screaming mad. Definitely not the first time that I was thristing to kill someone and slash off his balls. It was only right to direct the limelight towards him. By the look on his face, I guess he’s used to it. Nevertheless, it was the rush of relief that I needed and the satisfaction of finally being able to do what is right. What a worthless piece of shit.
So I resolved it by taking the cab every morning. Not because I think it’s safer but I because I wouldn’t have to deal with a multitude of psychopaths. God, the thought of it still makes me shiver. *shekitoff*
Whoa. Surprise! Surprise! I’ll see him again. 
An instant flash of smile. A brigthened mood. And a pair of burning cheeks. Sheesh. =p
I’m still thinking about my friend and I still can’t imagine how miserable her life could get. Carrying a 2-month old child, working on a graveyard shift, looking for a place to stay and with a pathological two-timing boyfriend. Beat that? I wish I could really lend her enough money to at least alleviate her burden and be able to take care of her health. But… *sigh* I feel so helpless. I wish she’d text me and let me know what’s happening with her, but she’s been silent for days now. I wonder what’s up.
Anyway, I ate eye cream for breakfast and since I, err… OVERSLEPT, I was running late to the office this morning. I went home energy drained yesterday, and I still got the time to text until hmm, 12am? My Mom almost whipped my ass when I kept refusing to give in to sleep. Well, I saw the result today. I came in late. It’s not that tardiness has been a big deal to me, but it’s important for me not to slack off with my job – at least, until I finally get to adjust. Haha! Darn, I’m ravenous. I could eat a donkey. Do we have that here?
Oh well, last night was….
HURTING.
I tried to sleep… I couldn’t. I was forced to deal with pain.
