Speaking of forgiveness, I pray that my dear cousin will understand why I can’t make it to his wedding. I’ve realized more than I’m willing to accept that I’m supposed to be there to stand-in for my late father. Thing is, that is exactly why I can’t be there as I need to be here in Port Moresby and work.
Best friend is not very happy with this. I’m not either. We planned to do a road trip with the undertone of a soul searching gig which would have been the best thing to do as I need him right now more than anytime before. I’m f**** for giving precedence to my work.
Tomorrow is day-1 of my part-time job. The pay is good. It affords me to travel to Australia or Fiji or Bali every month or for me to buy a Nokia N-series phone every 30 days. But I feel like bailing-out from it. I’m thinking of doing yoga classes or some therapy instead. I’m not sure extra green is the best way to deal with depression.
I shouldn’t be writing yet. This one turned out very honest but very negative. Not good.
Anyway, the very best to everyone.
31 May 2007
Labels: Diarist Mode