I dread

… April 17 for three reasons:

1. Did I make it?

I am not really confident because I wasn’t able to answer the examination properly… err… correctly. When I took it, I made a mental note that I’ll just work my way in through the essay part. But boy, I found out that my answer to the essay question is all crap! Nakakahiya talaga!  Minimum of 8 and maximum 0f 10 sentences, yet, I was not able to make a persuasive or even an informative entry. 

2. Shall I accept it?

I can sense the urgency over the phone. I am feeling all guilty about not having to live by the checked agreement.  My superhero complex wants to rescue your arse but I am afraid that I might quit after 4 weeks. Or that I might lose the enthusiasm again. Rar! Commitments—you are making me corporate phobic always.

3.  Do I have enough moola?

My April allowance is gone—scammed big time! But I am not losing hope as 7 years of friendship is at stake here. Surely, you wouldn’t want me to berate you forever over 15k, ayt? Moving on, I am contemplating whether to bring home 2 additinal playmates for Coco love. I know, very funny on how a bum like me can afford to pay for my lifestyle. Answer: thank God for daddies! I so love my father for his utmost generosity.

Okay, if number 2 gets favorable, I am bringing home a pair of Shih tomorrow night. Lord, please help me discern. Holy Spirit, come unto me.  (I am not using the name of the Lord in vain here, I am very serious as 25k is at stake here). 

 PS: That’s it for now. Updates tom. Hopefully with pics. Did you miss me? Or you missed reading yourself? Hahaha.