Island hopping in the middle of nowhere...
The Kimberly-Clark way, I have learned, is a path full of bumps, tears and fears. It builds up on you without realizing it. I hate it. I really, really hate it. I'd like to just wish it away... but it keeps coming back, and back, and back.
I wanna go home.
Last week should have been fun. Because I got to go home for free the week before that.
I surprised my mom. Much as I wanted to, I kept my itinerary ultrasecret. So you could just imagine how happily surprised my mom was to see me right at our doorstep, biscocho and all.
Anyway, back to my story. To last week. Last week saw us take a half-and-a-half day journey from iloilo to cebu. And yes, that meant crossing two straits as well. Not to mention three mountain chains. And what do we do in Cebu? We get to fill in blank reports, for presentation, in less than 48 hours.
And then we presented. And got hammered.
Crap.
I wanna go home.
Last week should have been fun. Because I got to go home for free the week before that.
I surprised my mom. Much as I wanted to, I kept my itinerary ultrasecret. So you could just imagine how happily surprised my mom was to see me right at our doorstep, biscocho and all.
Anyway, back to my story. To last week. Last week saw us take a half-and-a-half day journey from iloilo to cebu. And yes, that meant crossing two straits as well. Not to mention three mountain chains. And what do we do in Cebu? We get to fill in blank reports, for presentation, in less than 48 hours.
And then we presented. And got hammered.
Crap.
posted by the nature boy at 6:08 PM
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