Tache-Moi

status: unnerved.

im reading khaled hosseini's kite runner, a story about the friendship between two Afghani boys, one destined to be a creative writer in America, the other destined to die a Hazara. im not done yet; i stopped at the chapter where Hassan, the Hazara, was killed by a gunshot at the back of the head. ... sad. he left a son named Sohrab orphaned, and Amir, the creative writer goes back to Kabul to save him from Afghanistan. it's a sad sad story, but very riveting.

i accidentally dropped a cream puff on a bowl of salted milk a while ago. realization for the day: cream puffs float on milk.

je m'ennui. ils me manque, mes amis. j'espere qu'on se rendera visite.

il n'y a pas bcp de gens qui m'entend. hay la vie que j'avais vecu me manque.

tache-moi rouge. chuis bleu.

-sleep, work later.-

Commute Sucks

ha! i'm back.

im just here to vent, so don't expect anything bright from this post.

I HATE MY JOB! I need a change. UGHHHH. The commute sucks, the shift is graveyard, and my eyes are sore from the business processing. but the papers are in french though, but that doesn't suffice.

guys, i need a new job, a day job, in makati preferrably, because im tired of commuting through edsa, i feel like i could die any minute there. plus i hate walking. yes i walk... probably a mile to get to work. uf...

eek. die.

-listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost.-