Whew, going online is pretty hard to do these days. Just early last week, our phones were disconnected in preparation for our transfer to Parañaque. So no dial tone..no internet for me at home. Argh. I’m gonna miss the stupid ironic and mixed up life in Dian. The nasty and noisy neighbors, the stupid night club just across the street, my walks to the store just to buy a lousy cigarette, the ugly disastrously dressed up japayukis lining up along the street for an audition steadily gaining a crowd and traffic. Damn. Moving sucks. It changes my routine.
Macky, my friend from work agreed to find and share a room-for-board with me anywhere in Makati. We found a quaint little place near Makati Ave, nearby bars and a few blocks from Rockwell. A bit steep for my budget, but at least it could be a nice place to crash in during tiring weekdays. A place to live near work will keep me sane, but if I have to go to Parañaque everyday, I’d rather kill myself.
I dunno. Everything seems fast nowadays. Money seems to go out faster than time. But everytime I try to think about going back to Tacloban in June, it seems that time slows down on me… extending my eagerness to go home, playing tricks on my mind…giving me a headache.
Right now I’m in an internet cafe and its 3:30pm…I haven’t slept yet.
Now I know why I’m having a headache.
{ Currently listening to: } my farting
{ I Feel: } uncomfortable
Written by domz at 03:35 PM.