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wThursday, October 10, 2002

Yette finally came over yesterday morning, but I foiled her plans of tagging along with her to somewhere (I forgot where exactly, boohoo) in Amorsolo St., Makati & Emerald Ave., Ortigas for her much-anticipated job interview. I did a tarot reading for her instead, & she saw how messy my bedroom was, but she was cool with it, I guess. We went to McD's after to have breakfast before she'd go home (yummy hashbrowns but the branch near my place ran out of sausage Mcmuffins, waaahhh, so we settled for cheeseburgers & large fries instead, which turned out to be too salty). Mom wasn't home until 8am yesterday, so there, bless me, I really couldn't just go & leave the house + my responsibilities like that. Not to mention my resumé needed a few updates as well, & I've run out of decent pictures for it to boot. (Whoever said I was fond of taking/keeping photos of myself, anyhow?!) Too bad just when I've decided to join her so we could stroll the metro for hours, things just got pretty screwed up. Why is it that I just couldn't push through things with her when I myself could've landed in a job there, too? I'm such a goddamn waste.

posted by Andalusia at 10/10/2002 12:07:00 PM