I’m five hours away from my shift, working again in my small cubicle from 3am until the peak of blazing heat of the sun. In between those hours are the joys of the agents for 15minute breaks of coffee and nicotine. Even though I’m only wide awake during work and the rest of my day is allotted for my sleep and eat time. Funny as it may sound I still have “life” I mean my life is not that boring after all.

Just last week I went to Puerto with my best of friends..How I’ve missed them all… okay that’s a good start to start the summer right! Nothing’s new, drank mindoro sling, got allergies from sea lices of the beach, non stop laughing and fun, played beach volleybash and that’s it. Just an overnight escapade, Went back to manila for the reality again.

Reality, okay, I left my precious vodafone mobile the night before we went to Puerto, It’s our lunch break and we ate in jollibee, after eating, we sat outside to catch some cold crisp air of the night, gawd, im so stupid I was texting someone and have forgotten that I didn’t return my cellphone inside my bag instead I just placed it on my side then we got up and went straight back to our office. When I realized my phone was missing, its like 30minutes after already, hurried down to check my phone where we last seated. And voila… what do you expect? This is Philippines man! Its no longer there.

My dad is the superduooperbezty dad I swear, he gave me a Marc Jacobs bag. *winkz*

My two sisters are driving me crazy,

The first sister is so obsess to find an answer to an unanswerable question, and can you imagine that? I hate thinking for illogical problems and the answers itself doesn't hold up to the problem. This is serious; she’s not just acting up neither some new chapter of drama in her life. So serious that we had her sent to a retreat house somewhere in Tagaytay to have a fresher outlook in life.

Because here’s the thing, everytime she keeps on thinking about it her heart starts beating twice as fast as the normal heartbeat and breathing becomes difficult for her. Sounds odd right? And the foolproof question thats bothering her is “where are we going when we die?” “What will happen next if we die?” , ”I just can’t believe that now we’re enjoying our life, then we never know when we are going to die, then suddenly everything will come to an end?” okay that’s how her questions run.

And here goes my other sister; this one is miserable and a hopeless case. She’s madly inlove with her fucktard EX. I can go on and on and I swear I will never run out of adjective to describe fucktard’s perverted-ness. Okay my crazy sister is desperately winning back this guy, and fucktard is so confident and proud of himself that he can still hook some girl after dumping my sister. Funny. Coz he should be really thankful that someone like my sister is going bananas over him geeezzz…. Now my sister is like on a hunger strike? She won’t eat unless fucktard would talk to her? Hahahaha…..