the coins lovely gave me were poorly stashed in my jean's pocket. 1 coin escaped and clinked on the floor. i was too angry to pick it up. there was a guy who saw the coin jump from my pocket. he picked it up almost immediately.
akin yan. bilis kumuha ah.
then i walked away. fast. the guy might think of a witty retort. i didn't want to give him that chance.
there is light at the end of the tunnel. and it's coming from a train. it just hit me: i am my religion.
Monday, September 15, 2008
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grrrrr... stoopid peeple.
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