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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

twas around 730 pm and traffic was really terrible and so, tears started to fall. at first, i thought it was absurd to cry. but i realized i don't care anymore. i have to express how i was feeling that time. its really friggin annoying how roads become congested every time. ok, so this is metro manila.. but come on.. can't we really do anything about this?? i've tried taking the train, but i would still need AT LEAST 2 rides from the last station to our house. and taking the train is only 20 min less than my travel time when i am pushing my own wheels.. i don't think commuting is really that practical for my case...
so why did i cry?? because traffic jam happens everyday. and the thought that we really cannot do anything about it is depressing.
and why only tonight? because it was 730pm (store usually closes at 8 pm or 9pm) and i had to buy milk for Saki, the little rottweiler. we did not run out of stock.. she just needed this particular milk..also, i had to buy her a belt/strap. she needs it for training.

i also had my haircut. i did not take any pictures though. i don't like it.

you know, because of my hectic schedule (which is aggravated by every day traffic jam), my sleeping pattern is terribly impaired.

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