12.23 pm pc time, a day after becoming 23.
i have had an uneventful day of my life apart from spending fighting time with a constant sparring partner. then off to slavework.
before dawn. ate slabs of pizza with my tl and a colleague and fought over tap water or bottled water and who pays the cab. having an insane conversation is the best gift a man could have. summarized work in a few discussions and ended up making plans to make mafia wars as a blueprint to economic success. we had quite a time cussing over corporate nincumpoops and faulty systems, in every sense of the words. eastwood city is an intelligent community. full of interesting people at night. we saw william martinez in all black looking like a fastfood crew junkie.
in between conversations were the regular surprises that includes a daydream of killing another colleague or let's call him moronic eukaryote for the meantime for lack of a better insult. if ever the plus sign springs out of the arithmetic, i shall make sure that he never see his right angles ever again. i apologize my dear blank space that i cannot talk much. i am sworn by oath and shampoo.
cab ride home. i didn't know jeepneys in aurora were so much interesting. i was able to witness a full hello kitty makeover on a jeepney - pink and bombarded by mouthless kittens with pink ribbons in it's cranium. sanrio rules the road. another jeepney had 2 faces - maybe a couple - painted in the driver's side. i looked at the driver but did not find a match. and what good does a jeepney do without love quotes. a whole paragraph of them painted on the side. whadapak.
the best sign of all - a hardware store in p.tuazon.
SCREW IT!
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