holy damn.

2nd day of the trainer's workshop. am always spaced out. i happily welcome new learnings but, my mind is a mottled sponge.

i don't like role plays. i feel like doing an indie movie and not getting paid. dapat if i were to act, it should be big time. with moolah and all that jazz

i don't like teej at times. he feels like he owned accenture. i kinda wanted to tell him he is an ass. ü

cannot wait for the weekend. i cannot wait to get a new job. i wish i'd have a new job. i wish someone would just hire me to be their private shopper or stylist. haha. i wanted to learn how to sew para bonggacious nako next time. :)

today, i went to work in flats although i wanted to take inspiration from jane of seaofshoes.com who wears real heels, i had to be pitter patter gal under a grey umbrella because it rained and manong trisikel's contract with me has been revoked by me, so i had to walk. in flats. and i am not making sense.
i wanna shop and give away all of the stuff that fit me ill. i just want a new job that can afford me. ü

the date with gelo was cancelled. sometimes we are stubborn with our ideals and we end up arguing and losing. good thing we're both mature kahet pano. haha.

i killed 2 mice. grey furry ones. shit sila. they infested my closet. the huge one where i place all my purses. and i don't want to be anywhere near that closet. am gonna speak with the land lady today gyuds and have them work on that hole that the mice made. argh.

"Put out your hand,
isn't there
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn't
you like the eggs a little
different today?
And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
is holding."
Excerpt from Frank O'Hara's "For Grace, After a Party"