Crashed and Burned

This day has been a roller coaster of emotions. For no particular reason. No concrete explanation. Can't possibly be my hormones. This isn't my time of the month. Must be me again. Just being me. Weird me. Weeeerd as Dee-Dee puts it.

Happy. Sad. Elated. Lonely. Though not alone. Heck, the office was busy by midday. Tired. First time in my four weeks at work. Excited. Laugh trip. Annoyed. Some people can be so self-absorbed. I'd rather talk about my friends all the time. Forget the word me in social conversations. Caffeinated. DJ Myx Lemoned. Mellowed down. Irritated. Frustrated. Bitchy. I wasn't able to restrain giving the two guys at Metro Point the spirit finger when they "threw me compliments". Oh, my perfectly manicured nails and meticulously lotioned hand. Blogged.

I can have a good night's sleep now. Thanks.
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Must be the shoes. Blame it on the new mules. I'm going back to my beaten-up stilletos tomorrow. Or maybe I just desperately need to go dancing. Ipanema, here I come. I will not let this weekend pass without giving you a visit. I shall not. Oh goody! Thursday's payday.

Blood, Sweat and Tears

No. My first paycheck wasn't worth these. My smile [sige na nga, and my tits wits] did the trick. Hihihi.

Wondering where my first paycheck went to? Try being texted right after cashing in your check by a dear friend I haven't heard from for over a year. Then, meeting up and having frappes with her at Starbucks Shang and then getting on and off a hundred cabs scouting for a cool place to whine wine and catch up. Finally, settling for Temple in Greenbelt. Then, having coffee [again!]. The catch: feeling all generous and grateful at the same time, you offered to pay for E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.

I was happy, though. No regrets. A paycheck spent for a loved one is a paycheck well spent .

Gave the rest to mum. Aaaawww...

Swallowing my Words

Could there possibly be anyone more pathetic than me? I find myself

falling

falling

falling

*thud*



in love.

With no apparent grounds. I should go see a psychiatrist. Or a cardiologist. If it's true that hearts get bruised.
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I'm stealing copyrighted images now. Great. Meet Floi, the cyber thief.

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*.* as if! @ 9:15:00 PM • • RBJ