Curse that day

I've been commuting to and from school this past week because I refuse to pay Php1700 for just 10 days of school bus service. The other day, I encountered one of many pseudoinnocent jeepney drivers who gives their passengers the wrong change. I'm a student, as was evident in the school uniform I was wearing and he didn't give me the proper fare discount. And my change was Php5.00 short. I just let it go and decided not to complain about the Php5.00 When these things happen, I just leave it as is and think of it as giving a donation of some sort. The jeepney driver will learn his lesson on honesty and giving the right change some other time.

So when I need Php5.00 in a life or death situation and I don't have it, we now what day I will be cursing as I scream to my death.

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I am now in an internet cafe again. Checking deviantart and all. I also have to type a rush research abstract. And my internet time is ticking. And I have no money with me. And my mom's phone is off so I can't call her to stop her mini Christmas shopping to come over here and give me money.

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When I was lying in bed last night, staring at the ceiling in the dark, I thought of a quick witty/stupid (whichever you prefer) quote of mine. I suddenly thought of how we sometimes say or read or hear "Life's a bitch so fuck it." Then I came up with my own: Forgetting's a fucker and I'm it's whore. Translation: I always forget things. I said beforethat forgetting's a bitch. Well now, it's more of a fucker. Really. Really?

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Well, curse that research abstract. I'm going to type it in school instead.