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old habits die hard, baby. but at least i made it until the second week before i gave in to my already-instilled instinct--there must be a single, precise word for all that--to go to the rsf and do my business.

so. here i am. rsf. doing my business. by all means i should be studying for botany... thorn in my butt. i should also be reading my as yet untouched filipino handouts. mamaya na.

ha.

promise. i'll go to the library, freeze there, review on my botany stuff... squeeze in the filipino thing. kayang-kaya. snort. snort.

was almost late for english. bwahahaha. i woke up at quarter to 7. bait ko, grabe. tas wala pang tricycle tas naglakad ako from jollibee to berch. wahooo. buti na lang nauna ko kay miss lin ng thirty seconds. hehe. im sooooo luckheee.

i got into daydream mode. hmmm. about security guards and Jags and crumpled hundred-peso bills. it's all a cursed existence. lucky me.

ive long ago stopped asking why. i don't want to know who to blame cuz i love the peopl involved. what's the use? it's all been done. i can't change the past. the future is as yet unwritten. im in the now. and im holding the damned pen.

just work hard, sasha. work hard, have fun and... well, dream.

what the hell am i talking about? wala. i just needed to write it all down. breathe.

sige, punta na kong libe... if im not distracted on the way, that is.

toodles.