Skip, skip, skip to my Lou

Breathe. Deeply this time, despite the clogged nose. Exhale.

The weather is fucked up and there is no better expletive to describe it. I should have listened to my mom when she offered to buy me a flu vaccine. We all know that the reassuring phrase "parang kagat lang yan ng langgam"(it's like an ant's bite) is an understatement.

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My return to UP Manila is a pivot-point in my life. 360 degrees, I'm back where I started. I would like to gloat and/or rant about it some other time. A few things in particular: My ID has the centennial logo (nevermind that my student number's 2003.); Some professors still require their students to join rallies; I saw my cousin Ian, and almost called him by his twin brother's name, Paul; and, even professors miss the first day of classes - deliberately.

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I hate receiving quotes in my cellphone. I would love to, however, receive important and urgent messages. Such as your whereabouts. I'm sick and whiny - the last thing I need tonight is to worry about where the fucking hell you are. You better know who you are or I will tie you to... And that's saying too much already.

Skip the monologue.

I have been successful with my moratorium, so far. No Ragnarok Online.

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Questions I've evaded must now be answered, problems I've left behind must be faced. I've tried to mail all of them away, but they're back on my door again.

Skip to my Lou my darling.