I procrastinate. I love to waste time or while my body is busy on doing something, my minds wander. I dream and I dream a dream.
Like when I caught with a heavy traffic, right inside the jeep together with sleepy commuters I saw myself riding in a motorbike. My hair was waving with the wind. No helmet, that is not cool.
I passed all the passenger jeep that were jammed in that busy fly over of Sta. Mesa and flew to the speed of the music that plays on my headset.
When I reached the campus, I don’t park my motorbike to the parking lot. I headed to the dome until I get to the 6th floor, where the College of Arts and Sciences do their class.
I know, I am going to be cool all over the 6th floor. I am the “the man.” Some will snort but most of the kids out there will glorify me.
I am “the man”, or “the woman”, or simply put…..what do you call that again?
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