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Writer. Wheelman. Occasional DIY mechanic. Walking collection of hang-ups. Hopeless romantic. Old-school. Analog soul in a digital world. I am all of these things and more.

Tuesday, November 06, 2001

Upon reading my entry two days ago, Tita Vik appealed to me via e-mail. She was concerned because I may not have to stand the company of my high school classmates here in DLSU, but I may have to when I get into a hotshot advertising agency. She told me this out of concern and personal experience.

I am thankful for her concern. But this isn't just something I merely cooked up at the night of the party. I've been feeling like this since sixth grade---and it's been quite a long while. Seven years, in fact.

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