• I like you…just the way you are.

    We`ve finished eating and now we`re sitting on the couch having a conversation about a certain person not liking me… “You mean she really doesn’t like me?” “Yes, I guess so.” “Really? As in really real?” “Yes, but why does it bother you, you hardly know her.” “Yes, but BECAUSE I don`t know her…I`m bothered.” “And you’re not exactly fond of her yourself.” “Yes, but that`s because she dislikes me for something stupid and trivial and she doesn`t know me!” “Yes.” “And I know that I have qualities people might dislike, I know I’m not perfect..” “Like what?” “What?” “Like what?” “Like what what? Like what qualities people might dislike?”…

  • I have a dream (and no passport)

    checked my leave report today and I have 17 days due to me. I`m ecstatic…but I don`t know why. It`s not like I can take leave (WAY to much to do) and it`s not like a can go anywhere (Hopeless Affairs STILL not forthcoming with the Passport). The thing is…I need a break. Not a holiday – a break. Because I`m sick of here, just so terribly sick of here. And, no…it`s not going to be an extended whinging session. It`s a statement of fact. And that break should entail getting away from everything and everybody as bad as that sounds. I cannot take a couple days and stay at…