It was comforting to see old friends whom i have shared classrooms with for the past four school years in college. and now that we could no longer be together in the classroom, we have just met twice this year. And next month, it's already a year ago since we prettily wore that sablay.
It was comforting for me to see them happy and if not, just like me, trying to be happy on what i am doing right now. Trying to fit in a tight space.
A little talk, a little hug, a little smile and a crisp laughter, this is how i celebrated my precious day-off.
We were finally able to watch French Kiss while waiting for the others to arrive. It was a Meg Ryan film on finding love out of infidelity. Maka-Relate ko.
Pursuit of Happyness was what we were waiting for to watch. And then The Devil Wears Prada,203040, and i watched 1/4 of Borat.
Unfortunately, Jeza wasn't able to watch Will Smith in his running stunt's catching after his bone density scanner. The place where they could not spell happiness right is everywhere around me. Why could I not be happy? Why should I have to force myself to wake up in the morning, monday until saturday, to see my facelss boss, to try to become someone I could never be. Why should I be obliged to smile to people I don't like? Is it for everyone to be happy? Why should I have to hang on things that doesn't even exist? Is happiness really something that we have to prusue? Why does my mother call me Happy?
Well, at least I do not go to football games and pretend to have a car to sell something, I do not have a Melinda Presley boss who throws her bag and coat at my desk. But you know what I have? Another replica of them. My boss does not wear Prada. He has this goatie, a cracked voice, a strong perfume, 4 women, an expensive life that he cannot afford and a secretary who hated him.
Few more days. Please. Just get me through this month and I will be just fine. Happiness, where are you?
It was comforting for me to see them happy and if not, just like me, trying to be happy on what i am doing right now. Trying to fit in a tight space.
A little talk, a little hug, a little smile and a crisp laughter, this is how i celebrated my precious day-off.
We were finally able to watch French Kiss while waiting for the others to arrive. It was a Meg Ryan film on finding love out of infidelity. Maka-Relate ko.
Pursuit of Happyness was what we were waiting for to watch. And then The Devil Wears Prada,
Unfortunately, Jeza wasn't able to watch Will Smith in his running stunt's catching after his bone density scanner. The place where they could not spell happiness right is everywhere around me. Why could I not be happy? Why should I have to force myself to wake up in the morning, monday until saturday, to see my facelss boss, to try to become someone I could never be. Why should I be obliged to smile to people I don't like? Is it for everyone to be happy? Why should I have to hang on things that doesn't even exist? Is happiness really something that we have to prusue? Why does my mother call me Happy?
Well, at least I do not go to football games and pretend to have a car to sell something, I do not have a Melinda Presley boss who throws her bag and coat at my desk. But you know what I have? Another replica of them. My boss does not wear Prada. He has this goatie, a cracked voice, a strong perfume, 4 women, an expensive life that he cannot afford and a secretary who hated him.
Few more days. Please. Just get me through this month and I will be just fine. Happiness, where are you?
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