Okay. To think that I was considering him again, for a second there, is like wow. Not 'whoa' wow, but wow god-I-surprise-myself-at-times wow. And to think that I made myself believe and hope, for a second there, that he (a different he) will wake up from his trance like I did is just downright shameful. It makes me want to wear a paperbag over my head and dive right into a tub-full of boiling water.

Anyway, I've decided what I'd do after O's. So I'd go back to the Philippines and probably pursue the trip that the girls and I have planned since like the start of the millennium. And then I'd stay in Baguio (which is this small city in the northern part that is at 20 deg.Celsius all year round). Yeah, I'd stay there for maybe 2 months doing volunteer work or something. I figured I can teach orphanage kids their arithmetic or grammar or maybe even both. And then I decided that I won't let anyone accompany me. I mean, I'm sure my parents would want an adult to chaperon me but I would argue that I want this to be the first thing I'd ever done alone. And they can't do anything coz it's my life anyway.