very tiring day. i just came home from one of my friend's place. i had such a great time! though, i didn't quite take happily his mom's quip about me being like a dao ming si stand-in because of the wild hair. oh well, she gave me almost a kilo or two of gargantuan onions that they had stocked inside their house... that will do. i sacked all of those bulbs into my jansport and dragged all of the baggage back to our house.

i was up until 2:30 am today. my insomia seems to have kicked in again. i was busying myself, texting away at random, bothering the people who were foolish enough to give me their number. alas! someone replied! unfortunately, he was doing those little intimate flirty talks with the love of his life. what a tragedy for me! i wouldn't bother the lovebirds.

then i remembered my ex. it's already been eons since we've talked. what if i sent something to the number i've longed shunned---something i considered to be non-existent? i'm a bit melodramatic. blame it on the lack of sleep.

anyways, so i did what i somewhat itched to do. a couple of minutes walked by... then it was almost an hour when my phone beeped. it was one of the best one-liners i've ever read (sarcasm alert)! it affectionately said: "and you are who?". more than my non-appreciation for that archaic sentence construction, i was hurt. what the fuck was that? was my numbered erased? to hell with that. i just turned off my phone with a heavy heart. i guess the shunning was mutual.