I won't need a wand to take you out....

I am probably the worst student to ever take to the Path. Even if it had been in the family to traipse into the unknown, I would never actively open a spell book to turn people into frogs or newts. I would probably take each book in hand and hit each of my undesirables between the eyes.

It is not usual for someone who gets caught casting a spell over a Sister to get away with an apology and an explanation that you're doing it for my own good. But to get caught for the second time is practically begging for a war.

Calling me a novice while using twice as much lengths of chains to tie me up than you would use on a pitbull....

Trying to carve out my heart with not just one but five blades....

So this is Sisterhood....

Clones and Feelers conference merely 24 inches away...my brain cells are drying up

Seriously, girls..... You are making me puke or throw up my imaginary breakfast. Since when did strong arm - kanto girl tactics considered classy and acceptable? I haven't even had breakfast yet.

You may be the so-called top earners in this office but you don't teach at all. You don't even keep records the way you're supposed to. Your accent is all wrong, you teach the wrong expressions and the worst part --- you never forget to add the -- 'here in the Philippines' line. Jeez ladies, they're here for English class, not Social Studies taught in English language.

You wow them with your street smarts. How quaint because they haven't seen nor heard something like that before. Flattery dribbles from your mouths and you think you're so cute. But, damn it, stop with the faux British accent. It's making my heart bleed on my tea.

Why the hell did I sign up for another six months of hell with them?

Indulgences and Resolutions

I'm being bloody mad at myself recently, making personal sacrifices for the ultimate prize.Too bad I can't make all the pictures fit but I hope I'm being financially sane and responsible at the end of the day. I'm saving up for an ultimate prize, a shot in the dark deal which practically floored me from day one.

Sometimes I commit lapses (I'm pretty weak when it comes to food) and I make up for it with an anaemia-inducing work schedule. Who doesn't have an online shopping wishlist that can be deemed bizarre by most even by ourselves? I had to fight with myself when it comes to shopping, muttering how expensive things are when I'm pushing a full cart to the cashier. The shopping list always gets edited en route to the counter, making enough side trips and returns to tone one's arms and legs.

I haven't been to the spa for months and out of town trips have to be planned very carefully. It's a good thing I don't have to fork over money for the bills at home. Mind you, we split the grocery list at home and we take turns who brings home the bacon, literally speaking. I would have had a pedigreed pet by now if I wasn't met with protests about hairballs and allergies. Who could have told me there really is something greater waiting for me?

Until my next zap of inspiration....

waiting waiting

I really hate waiting
unless he is worth the wait....
180 days to burn or so
Until he comes home....


damn......