1 am. Nothing's new about me still staying up this late. For some reason, I guess I've been used to it already and it has become a daily routine -almost. It's really unusual for my smiles to be pulled down-deep. Tonight is just different. Just so different.

My ym status read: i hate it when everything seems to be so messed up... and u just find yourself sitting alone, staring at the ceiling. shattered. || "between sunset and evening, the sky exudes so much beauty. "

I guess it explains how I feel. The bright side though, is that I was able to see something I haven't noticed for a long time - Something between sunset and evening, that's hard to describe. I mean, I always take the LRT going home but maybe I was too busy sleeping or watching my bag, or perhaps texting or sound-tripping that I failed to notice it. I can say it brings me peace.

Most people would love to watch the sun set, some would prefer sun rise. I alone, love what splits night from day. Just like the one I saw awhileago.

Welcome to the drama club.

And oh, it isn't valentine's day on Sunday. It's single-awareness day. *poof*

I quote Janet, "buti nalang Sunday. Pra wala akong nakikitang sweet. *laughs out loud* "

-That's one reason why I love my twin (sort of, twin?)

Oh well... What a day.
CWTS tomorrow. 15 out of 40 pages printed. 25 to go. Stupid printer.

Goodnight.

<3LOVE, B. |