tHe eMasCuLatiOn oF miMi

i have it on good authority--mine--that i am freaking crazy.

i wore tiny shorts to school today. just thought id show of my gams for a change. ick. so far, bad idea. im itchy. people are giving me weird looks. hai. it's jeans or nothing. nothing!!!

im at the ilab, rizal libe or whatever you call this place with lotsa computers... im rusty. can't seem to write straight. when i do write, it comes out like this. bubbly. perky.

dagnammeet.

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during one of my senti-channeling-high-school mode, i thought, i don't think people like me.

and then, naisip ko uli. "oh, shut the fuck up. it doesn't matter."

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let's talk about this whacko school i'm in. beep. beep. beep. i don't particularly hate it. i don't love it. i like it though. very nice. hmmm. hmmm. but you know that sometimes, you feel that you just can't fit in, no matter what you do? well, sometimes that's what i feel.

are we supposed to fit in? what is the meaning of life?

wala lang.

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i'm late for my scholar service hours. yup, im a scholar. no, im not a scholar just because i passed the acet or (more impossibly) i got a high score in it. it's because im freaking poor, hehe. that's what. i'm not bitter. i just wish i was richer. HAHA.

im proud to have what i have now though. thankful. eternally grateful. but sometimes, you just can't help it eh.