ergh.

deja vu - w-inds.

The past five days went fast. In a sense? Sal's party was fun; fooling around and being flaily with everyone that I dearly miss is good for my soul.

I saw Madzi twice - Thursday and Friday. Thursday was a kind of uneventful, but fun hangout. Mall on Friday where I realized that I will never go really fast on can't stop falling in love because i tend to not be able to breathe most of the time. That was scary. But, I came home with six books. Four for summer reading, yes I overdo it. Love Com is really good, and I love Mitch Albom a lot.

I got poked thrice in a ten minute period early Saturday morning at LabCorp. The lady couldn't find my vein, but the filipino guy did. Ergh, she poked me in the arm, and kept poking the inside of my hand with the needle. That feels so unpleasant.

Sunday was the Realista party I didn't go to. Congrats, though! I also altar served and watched Fr. Marty try to be a bird. Don't ask.

I have chores to do today. Ah. Clean clothes, clean heard drive or dad will spork me to death, and make layout.

And am mad that w-inds. was/is? in HK around the same time I was supposed to go last year. I recognized the place where the pictures were taken in the airport, too. We always sit there to rest on our 8-hr stopovers. OH IRONY.

I can't wake up early anymore. I got up 10:59 exactly.

You know what. It makes me sad that you've changed so much and I can't say anything about it. It's like you've grown up faster than me, or moved on, or something. And for some reason, it feels like you don't need me anymore, though you do always act like it. I just don't know. Kind of was inevitable, though.

About those chores...