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I really tend to wonder why I am letting myself become such a masochist lately. I mean, words just can't fool me enough; I just had to always think it has something to do with the wishes I have thrown somewhere near the far end of the cliff. Flew off the edge and was asking me to jump.
And what, find that the wishes teamed up with words and they weren't even courting me but someone else? Hahahahahaha. Although the fall would surely make me numb, I don't think I'd risk that tonight. Or tomorrow. Or maybe for the following days.
Anyhow. La Salle dear La Salle is oh so green today despite the difference in the color pallete. Dress down day for the college guys, so when Paul and I strolled around, not much of an effect was attained. We just blended in. I still sported my office attire, and Paul his usual casuals. Had to drop by at the office and hug everybody. I missed them. Too much. And as an additional stroke of luck, Marthy was also there and asked me to write for their indie mag. I liked the concept, except he asked me to stick around till 6pm for the group's baptism of fire. I told him over my dead body, which maybe he would soon see. A couple more fatalities and I just might trip on that.
Despite the dreaded inevitable elitism-ism of the HF group due to the increasing number of radical young minds joining, I felt relieved and somewhat jealous that more and more people inside HF acquire/have heavy personalities enough to rival two to three stupid common minds in LS. Too bad I wouldn't be able to meet them and really get close to them. Cholo is still sticking to his decision of disowning me as his theoretical sister, and Viva's tongue slipped somewhere along the lines of a possibility of a splendid affair between her and E.N. last summer. Jay's still comical. And JP...JP's still JP.
Sigh. I missed La Salle more. I bought myself a new ID container for my old college ID to make it look new.
And what, find that the wishes teamed up with words and they weren't even courting me but someone else? Hahahahahaha. Although the fall would surely make me numb, I don't think I'd risk that tonight. Or tomorrow. Or maybe for the following days.
Anyhow. La Salle dear La Salle is oh so green today despite the difference in the color pallete. Dress down day for the college guys, so when Paul and I strolled around, not much of an effect was attained. We just blended in. I still sported my office attire, and Paul his usual casuals. Had to drop by at the office and hug everybody. I missed them. Too much. And as an additional stroke of luck, Marthy was also there and asked me to write for their indie mag. I liked the concept, except he asked me to stick around till 6pm for the group's baptism of fire. I told him over my dead body, which maybe he would soon see. A couple more fatalities and I just might trip on that.
Despite the dreaded inevitable elitism-ism of the HF group due to the increasing number of radical young minds joining, I felt relieved and somewhat jealous that more and more people inside HF acquire/have heavy personalities enough to rival two to three stupid common minds in LS. Too bad I wouldn't be able to meet them and really get close to them. Cholo is still sticking to his decision of disowning me as his theoretical sister, and Viva's tongue slipped somewhere along the lines of a possibility of a splendid affair between her and E.N. last summer. Jay's still comical. And JP...JP's still JP.
Sigh. I missed La Salle more. I bought myself a new ID container for my old college ID to make it look new.