love strangers

after coming back from the phone answering position, the dilemma between money and conscience torn apart on its own. at the end i chose conscience. no matter how i poor i get, i'm not going to sell my soul for money (for whatever soul i have got left). i only wish the business was appropriate. if so, i don't mind trade my health and youth for money.

right after the informal interview, i met up with a guy of the same province. i rarely know him. i don't tend to take any advantage of him, and he doesn't take advantage of me. we each had two beer and poked some jokes to overshadow my problems buried underneath. i drink and i laugh; i love alcohol and i love strangers.

2 drinks + 1 dinner + 1 stranger = help me get by.