great. just great...
| Your Career Type: Artistic |
You are expressive, original, and independent.
Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.
You would make an excellent:
Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor
Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer
Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer
Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor
The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary. |
so mali tlga pla ung career ko ngaun. bank teller, brokerage services representative... sounds familiar?aargh...
and so another story ends...
staring at the rain beating on the pavement, listening to a maroon five song.
so... this is how it all ends...
you check the time on the watch that i gave you, wipe your face with a hanky that was once mine. i notice the ring you still wear on your finger.
so this is how it all ends...
...and everything else begins...
i am sorry...
i really, really am...
sucks to be me
it does.
i had the worst night yesterday. long story, basta i ended up having to walk from ugong to i.p.i. for those of u who have no idea how far that is,
basta it's far. and with last night's downpour it was pretty shitty getting my pants, arms and feet all wet with rain water, plus i had to endure catcalls
pa from truckers on the road. when i got to the office, ken was all worried about me na (such a sweetie); he was the only one i texted when i got into that predicament and since i was on the road, i didn't notice
na he was calling me
na pala. one of my colleagues first reaction was,
"mura cguro ng mura 'to sa daan." damn right, i was. i was cursing the weather, myself, the truckers, anything and anyone i can curse til my mind drifted off to other things na like where i'd eat tomorrow, etc. while avoiding water puddles and trying to be not that noticeable i got mad, cooled down and got mad again. it was hellish, but i was fine. nothing can ruin my good mood these days... or so i thought.
this past 2 weeks can easily be one of the happiest weeks i can remember myself having, ever. i am in love. or at least i think i am. heck, i must be - i'm giddy, excited and i can't stop thinking about this one special person. he understands exactly what i mean when i tell him something, he can finish my sentences, we second-guess each other, he encourages me to go after my dreams. being with him is everything i imagined it to be and more... but being with him also means i'm hurting other people. other people who loves me, who cares about me.
why can't i stop being a
kontrabida just for once?
