write-up season

write-ups mean yearbook and yearbooks mean looking back and looking back means goodbye and goodbyes mean i'm a senior.

wow.
and i have been acting like i am not saying goodbye in a few months or that i don't intend to or that i ridiculously do not mind. i don't even want to say anything about ateneo yet or how i loved being here or how it all started.

'cause there's this huge chance i might linger on and spend more dough staying in barangay loyola heights, which has five areas that i want to know more of. a huge huge chance brought about by that humiliating fact that i do not want to go to some of my classes.

which is weird.
my not going to class will force me to go to more classes.

another weird thing is anj's calling up UP's trunkline.
she calls for their UP student president's contact number and lo and behold they give her mine.
how absurd is that.

no wonder i get messages from students all the way from pangasinan or bataan or wherever. i don't mind. all cool. makes perfect sense for a write-up

lisnin to Stronger by Kanye West
sortof readin book 7 of You-Know-What. thanks abbi, still no write-up for you
feelin kinda tricky