bruisedbruises

i've been thriving on tostillas and tostitos for days, and i think this has gotten much of my brain cells dry.

i feel utterly frustrated lately. and i know wut's causing it. my job. but, am not doing anything about it. wut's eating me now is that i don't get to see it from the look at the glass half full instead of half empty point of view. don't get me wrong ilove love love etel, nevertheless, i am groping thru the new queue. ang hirap maging olats parati. i feel like am thinking on my elbows everyday. and yeah, i so wish there'd be callers who'd address me with mi corazon/ mi reina, mi amor, mi precioso... hehehe

 

dear heavens,

if you could kindly send the big grown-up stork to the pacific/ or to the islands and have him/her drop someone/something who'll/that'll take me out of this pit. in bisaya: ples lang naa unta magbuhi naku. yopaks naku mag calls. parang awa.

 

xoxoxo

 

 

i'd even take mulan's mushu if mushu would take calls for me.