Soarin'

Hi Mami,

By the time you read this, you’d realise, another spring has passed and another summer has came, another birthday cake and another year older you are! How old you are, adds up to how much I spend to live on for a week! Haha! I’d spend less here if it means you’d turn younger with each dollar less on the receipt I receive. Mom, I wasn’t here for New Year I wasn’t here for your birthday. :( Don’t worry though! I have prepared a hugeee present to go with the tight hug you’re gonna get at the airport haha.

Good lord, it’s been a month and two weeks. Time flies and I didn’t realise until I’m filling up the Week 6 log book for Profesor de Souza, who called me a Gringo when I should be a Jeanigo instead. That rude punk haha. My phone bills are like one of the rides in EPCOT, give it a guess, that’s right. Soarin’ haha.

I’ve met some really nice colleagues at Mission Space and my last shift of 13hrs and 45 mins seems to fly when I’m with them. Just to give them credit I’ll list em out. Belrit! Anthony! Felix! Kevin! Thomas! Josue! Bryan! Meagan! Chelsea! Rick! David I! David II!

Battle of good and evil. Oscar and Rotten Tomatoes. We have the duds. Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg, Greg. Thankfully I don’t have to see him often, that faggot actually wants to give me a nickname and only gave up when I told him I thought of one for him too. Grecko. Play mean, that’s playing into my game.

Thank you guys! Thanks for putting in so much effort in gathering all the stuffs for my goodie box! My Easter Present eh!

Even without the box I know you guys love me already!

Waiting to be filled with warmth straight through my ribs into my heart when the box comes.

I’m starting to cook :D this means less expense and a even more youthful mum when I get back.

Lots of Lovey Dovey

Willwill