I slipped and fell on my ass (and on a puddle of water) on my way to work last night. NOT FUN. I had sent my supervisor a message that I was going to be late because it was raining heaven and hell outside— apparently, the rain sort of made its way to my floor’s hallway, too. I walk back to my studio, take off my jeans, my shirt and my rubber flipflops; sit on my bed, whip out my phone and tap in another message for my supervisor: “TL, nadulas ako waaaaah. On my way to get a cab. *@&!#$^@#^%^@$%!”
She replies with an “Awww =( That’s what I call dedication! ”
IÂ made my way caaaarefully down five flights of stairs. On the third landing, I almost slip— I grab the railing just in time, and end up breaking my cigarette in half. Sacrifice.
Dedication schmedication. I only changed shirts and my bag, so I came into the office with the left butt-side of my jeans soaking wet. And now they’re smelly. Puh. Or I think they are. I’m not about to ask someone to sniff them for me.
Aw you slipped. So what’s happening with this D guy?
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ooh.. that’s what you call malas. heh. be very careful especially when it’s raining eh?
“Doesn’t he have plans with his girlfriend?” that’s exactly what i’m thinking whenever crushie invities me to go out. kinda sucks doesn’t it? but still kilig and sarap isipin na he wants to spend time with you..
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