this is killin me. i'm too damn sleepy to make this entry but here i am, pounding on my keyboard, unable to tear myself from this machine that links me to everything and everyone else.
the events of yesterday that proved to be good reasons to stay up this late in front of my precious computer while pestering a chatroom and talking about theater and theater stuff and theater people and theater wonderful people with micko, and catching up with glenda:
*exams for this week are over. thank the powers that be.
*just got a wave of papa's possessiveness. i told him (told, not consulted or anything such, told, done for the simple reason of informing) that i have decided to be a dormer next semester and christ, he dragged into sermons that lasted as long as it took us from manila to caloocan. i appreciate the care and the protection but.. i dunno.. it made me feel bad because i felt no trust on his part.
*was informed that mgt sci reference book we're usin is the same one used in the ateneo mba program. *stream of profanities* im just in my sophie year in college and they're making me do graduate stuff. how fair is that?
*didn't attend nat sci. wonder what my test results are. spent the whole free time to prepare, errr, pretend to prepare for infotech report, which didn't turn out to be the best performance of my life because the group took a major hit on presentation. this kinda sucks. i bore the pain of wearing heeled shoes the whole day solely because of this and it turns out to be not so great. i think i sound bitter. maybe. whatever. my feet just hurt a lot.
*the zipper of my slacks were totally destroyed-- beyond repair. clumsy me, stupid me.
*it feels like saerom and i roamed makati. fine, we just did portions of sm and glorietta but still.. my feet hurt like hell, remember? anyway, objective attained when we got the peach necktie for von's perusal for tomorrow's prom. we then satiated our grumbling tummys with california maki(!) and tea and misono and, ummm, what-saerom-ate. i love japanese food. rightie. i've said that around 2 008 893 948 times. heehee.
*a miss accidentally landed on my left foot pinkie when the bus to alabang jerked to a freakin stop. as if my heel-caused misery aint enough, lookie here~! i get to have free nail execution via accidental stomping! she didn't mean it a bit. im just pretty much in pain.
*ring texted. we'll meet up tomorrow and mull things over. hope everythin turns out for the best.
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9 hours before theater. 9 hours before i see you. i can't bear the wait. too much. i'm bleeding to be with you.
finished --- 2:36a
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