I think August is a fucking good month for me. The lead up to it is horrendous, I remember this year' July and last year's July both taking a toll on me. But then the skies clear - I got offered my newspaper job last year August too.
And at that point, it was what I wanted with all my heart.
This time, I am working as a Digital Content Executive. It is nothing like my previous writer/ digtial content specialist position. My job scope is everything from product photography to business management. I LOVE IT!
So work ended early and Gabriel made a fuss about a rose he bought for me that he left at home. He forgot to pass it to me and told me to take a trip down for it. I did, and was greeted with the oddest rose in the world.
"I can't even tell what color it was before it died," the unhelpful Candice.
She spent our bus ride to Spice Sutra insisting that the rose has been dead for days and I protested that it was a poetic symbol about how his love transcends life and into death and she made a face I don't care for.
But a dead rose, really Gabriel, WHY?!
Made our way to my place and made sushi!
We fucked up a lottttt and mainly, she messed up her sushi. Hers are the blue base and pink base plates. The prettier fish roe balls are made by yours truly. The ones with no regular size no regular shape NO REGULAR NOTHING are hers.
I was stuck with the boring sushi (tamago and maguro) and hence made myself a last one, which conveniently is on the prettiest plate. I can't really believe I'm going into detail about tiny sushi. We could have went rock climbing. I could have been coolly talking about rock climbing. Fml.
Made all the sushis and then we ate it.
Or rather I ate it, she licked hers.
But I ended up with a stomachache so the grand winner is probably her.
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