the used to be me.

things have realled changed hasnt it.

it was pretty much opening an old wound and pouring salt all over it.

i was a pretty big asshole den and that pretty much vindicates everything i deserved.

life is a boomerang. it comes straight back at you.

in the past year, ive learnt my lesson and im so glad for u.

u have accepted the shortcomings and the good things that come with it.

whatever the case, im glad we're working out and at the same time, apologetic that the previous one was such a mess.

burning desire fading away.

contemplated the past year recently. and came up with this:

i have gone the entire year sleeping without a bed, without a room, doing the first 2 years with 6 assignments due every 2 months and an exam that follows in the proceeding month, giving tuition to a combined of 16 students and actually doing well with my grades.

i gues i havent been the best son/brother/boyfriend/grandson/breastfriend/bestfriend/friend to a lot of pple out there (in order of importance). but can u really blame me? couple the above with the ever mounting debts and actually financing my tertiary education seems rather impossible but i have actually accomplished it with, i quote, "haphazard rubber timing".

the room or lack of one has kinda sorta been pushing me on, willing me to strive even harder. its the 4th semester and it would be obvious for me to want to do well. but for once, i seem to be a little burnt out. ive had a little stick for not performing my duties as the above roles but unless u know me, u probably don understand the workload that i go through on a daily basis. u probably think that it all is fine and dandy and everything is exergerrated but i guess u could take ur opinions, write them on a piece of paper, put it in a bottle and stick down ur throat.

its been a year too long and now, i crave for my space.

red-nosed. AGAIN.

its one of those days that i wake up with an incessant dripping nose, and not matter what i do, it doesnt go away.

if u ACTUALLY know me, u would be able to gauge how bad it is to know that i actually cancelled work to lay at home and rest. but i felt guilty. a mucus dripping windy isnt as efficient as a half fucked windy these days.

now couple all that nose dripping shit with no circulation of air in this room, a body full of sweat and an iphone thats pissing the shit all over my face. what kind of image do u get?