One minute ago, I was talking to my deary gurl over the phone.

We had some chitter chatter thinggy. She sound sooo tired because of OT. So I teased her. A tease that made me shock, too, after bursting those words.

You're rendering overtime so that you'll earn money for my fare to LA, huh?

And what she said?

Sorry, you chose this path. So suffer from your decision not so long time ago.

Then now, as I am digesting our conversation, I am thinking that why would I let myself suffer from that decision? If the offer is still available, right J? Ohh. LA. My very sweet temptation for my very sweet escape to everything in this freaking problems.

If B didn't allow me to go to his province, Quezon, just like what he told me in my dream when I am lying in an awkward white bed then maybe he'll be happy to see me I am with the people with an open arms that we love and trust more than the words "love" and "trust" can offer.

But hey, stop it. I am afraid that decision is not fair. So I think I'll just come to you, B. Not fair because.. Wait. But.. But.. Vacation in LA is not bad, ayt? Er. Fine fine. The offer is not just a vacation. It is somethinglike lifetime vacation. Oh yes. I am so fickle minded. =(

PS.
Please bear with me. I will hibernate. I don't want to. But I need to.

Labels: Confession of a Fickle Mind