2nd day on night shift
My routines are now irregular. I don't get to meet, talk, and share jokes or bullying with my office mates (special mention si matampuhing Glaiza kasi nagtext sya na puro na lang shynne, shynne, shynne). I don't get to catch most of my friends online. I don't get to ride with my friends in the boat and jeepney as we journey to Davao City. I don't enjoy a cup of coffee without the short conversations with my fellow coffee addicts. I don't get to have that long long long lunch conversation. I don't get to chat with Papa, Mama and Clinton during the night on what happened with my day.
I miss my everyday peeps 
1 comments:
miss sad ka namo kay :D
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