finally got to update my DA again. see, i`m not neglecting it anymore. *grins*
i`m already in manila, it`s scorching hot and the aircon is our only friend. (er. i just hope the bills don`t put a dent in my dad`s pocket) the results of my entrance exam @ makati med are coming anytime soon and i`m keeping my fingers crossed. studying in makati med is more convenient, they say. it`s closer to home, closer to my uncle and aunties ~ unlike DLSU-dasma which is at the `dulo ng tralala`, rofl.
i`m missing riyadh. i`m missing the 24/7 airconditioning. my dsl connection. my big, comfy bed. my room.. ~ ugh. this`ll take some getting used to.











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