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for the record, i don't know what happened.

i thought a good night's sleep would wipe it all away. i thought i'd be ok in the morning. i thought that listening to my favorite CDs would make it go away. i thought that yahoo! and friendster would be my bright spot this morning.

well, as it turns out, lei, you’re wrong. Pretty damn wrong actually.

Maybe it has something to do with the weather.

How can something so simple (so FREAKING small!!) make me feel like this??!! I felt like someone had given me a slap in the face-- a much needed slap, now that I think about it.

and so, there I was in the ikot, thinking about ten million things and wondering what the hell am I really doing with my life?

and there I was bringing tong to the tricycles, thinking (and talking) about ten million things, both of us wondering what the hell we’re really doing with our lives.

what do I want? I want to go home. I want to sleep. I want to rest. I want to think. I want to cry, for what reason? I don’t know. I just want to lie down on my bed. Just forget everything. Forget everything that’s happened.

someone I know would call me a brat right about now.