to my sense of self

sometimes i really loathe my job. they cheerfully send in their drafts as noted in the emails punctuated by smiley faces and i can almost visualize their smiley faces slapped many times over, the upward line forcefully turned downwards, by my crude/harsh/mean comments.

well, at least i get to run away soon. enough of my sanity. let's go wild deliberately. i need to regain that sense of self. who i truly am? that will show in time, in an island just like this one but where no one have preconceptions of who i am supposed to be.

except for that two. boo.

lamelaine

lamelaine or Iamelaine?

Gosh. Epitome of lameness.

Hello! I'm back in the world of bloggers. Born out of boredom. And perhaps, an accidental dash of lameness.