I am tired.
I have barely been home (which means I’ve barely overslept, over-surfed, over-lazed about), and in a few hours, I will be going back to Manila already.
Can you blame me for kind of hating it?
I feel like instead of gravitational and normal forces working on me, pressure is the only one doing the job. And I really feel so freaked out, yet somehow still sane enough to face another week in UPM.
What’s eating me up? Being a leader, a researcher, a student, a prospective shiftee.
But I think I understand.
Did the typography here: Scribbler. It’s so captivating I want to go crazy. Haha. (I learned about it from this awesome space. As you can see, I have a few on the sidebar.) I scribbled that sentence because it’s been on loop in my head for more than half of the day now.
I remember Rus writing that on my little red notebook back in senior high. (Sigh, the beautiful days with AOM.)
P.S. I already miss home, even though I’m still here. Let’s do this, Little Woman.