It's herstory from there...

I believe in destiny.

Inspiration.

We share what we have to enlighten others and share strengths or weaknesses.

We stood in history. Watching the struggle--the blood, sweat, tears, and lives of others culminate in one event. Watch a four story building be reincarnated into a fifteen story building. Saw the faces of legends as we walked among strangers. The re-opening of the I-Hotel...AUGUST 26, 2005. Nothin short of inspirational.

Together we make history/herstory.

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Bored as hell on a Saturday night. I spent the time that really counts during the day alone, asleep, and it felt like forever. Thinking thinking thinking. Like always. But I hadn't had any time to be sad lately. So I avoided that ember, and the fire didn't spread. Hopefully, the fire doesn't devour me, otherwise I'd claim myself dead at heart, a zombie only. "All parts, no heart."

Being home, man, I don't have to be here. I just have an immense guilt for leaving. For not hating myself up there. I feel guilty for having fun. And when I come back home I remember what it feels like to be sad. I don't know how that is, I think I live more in my head than out, and so it seems like a waste of time. I'm sleepy. I'll take a nap. On a Saturday night. Yeah...

Classes are alright. Long ass Thursdays, though...gosh. Tintiangco's class...to be guided by a living legend. An honor. I have to drop a class and add another. I think I can feel this is going to be a different year, because I mean...all we do is WORK. At home, at school. It's all...work. No random stuff anymore...but we just growin. Ok. Bye. See you in the city. The morning fog and the afternoon sun. The cute boys and the exciting prospect of guiding others. Ya heard me...there's cute boys. hahaha...