Drinking

I used to enjoy drinking and not minding getting hangovers the next day. Don't know how I did it but college was pretty much a miracle. Drinking 3 bottles of beer every other night, getting home a little after 12, and living 45 minutes away from school surprisingly did not hinder me from having, well, erm, average grades. Add to the fact I was a girl. But when did being a girl stopped me from doing things that I want?
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Nostalgic songs are playing in the back of her head. These are times where she is in the mood for walking around the university trying to be in search of something intangible. It was almost like wanting to recall an emotion; an emotion perhaps slightly dramatic and overrated in nature. 

A scene in her head replays where she imagines herself walking around the campus, minding her own world, looking at the ground, having deep and heavy thoughts. The wind genlty howls as the trees sway and drop brown, dry, dead leaves.

She started to cry. An avalanche of emotion donned on her. Like a snow avalanche with a sweltering epicenter.

She remembers and wanted to cry harder and convince herself to run away. But in a heartbeat, she wanted to just stay in the her current state of being, stay there for as long as she likes. To dwell on the emotion she long ago carefully buried. These are panoramic moments where she wanted to live in; a world which felt and looked almost sepia-like.

Well, it was that time of the day nonetheless. She was dreaming again.

It was 6:30AM.

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PREPARING FOR HOLY WEEK!!! Shocks, don't know where to go but planning to go somewhere with sand and water a.k.a the beach. Duhr. Problem is half of the population of the Philippines are planning the same thing. :| Holy week isn't so holy. Figuring out why they call it the way they do.