okay, let me untangle the seaweeds here

one, lb heat is insufferable. as in insufffferrrrrablllllle. and i thank my lucky stars my department has airconditioning and that i have a cubicle with doors that really don't lock. those two and nothing more.

two, the more deadlines are breathing down my neck, the more i check my mail, answer surveys, watch tv, read books lent/recommended to me. two words: april three.

three, with the insufferable lb heat, i easily get tired. also, my energy is easily sapped. as in when i get home, i just stare at the tv, with the knowledge that there are bluebooks to check, an exam to construct.

four, my hair (oh, the hair i labor to get to malvar street to the expert hands of jun even if he doesn't know the concept of an 11 am appointment but does know the concept of making the client feel like the queen of the universe so much so that the queen conveniently forgets the inconveniences) i so so love but has great timing with its awkward length. enter: five-peso barrette and five-peso hair knots (comes in twos).

five (coz i gotta take a shower), my dear, oh my dear. how you force me to work with your peculiar language. i just shake my head (maybe to let out the cobwebs?) and let out a little smile. oh, the years of understanding you. no easy task. risk factor? high. rewards? immeasurable.

for you are worth more than you'll ever know. countless times you've doubted this and countless times i will let you know that there is more to who you think you are, more than is charted among the stars, more than is seen by unintentional psychics.

that is how much hope i keep for you.