| Mood: |  working |
| Music: | long day |
The rain is a bone to pick on, but, it doesn’t really affect my strangely happy mood. I feel like a refugee though, my shoebox apartment’s pipes are leaking big time.
Lyra, Caroline, Ronz, and Andrew called from dakak last night, and am like how can you guys be there when am stuck here? I want a vacation.
toni smsd that we have a small group(church-churchmates?) meeting at pepe's, but, the rain is such a tragedy, you cannot do anything when the weather is somber and dreary and sad. tas she asked how we are daw. sighs. naa na diay we sa? faetch.
ilove the taste of cigarette,reminds me of the rainy days spent wasting our time in front of the etel building.
Tragedies do happen.
We can discover the reason, blame others, imagine how different our lives would be had they not occurred.
But none of that is important: they did occur, and so be it.
From there onward we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild.
The
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fallen rain. (: