Tommorrow, another day will begin.

I am student,I am fortunate. I am in college.

Tommorrow, i will wake up to the smell of dried saliva on my cheeks, like a hair spray holding portions of my sorry hair together. I will drag my huge thighs off the mattress, and take a bath,change,and go into battle.

I will leave the house. Ride a jeep. Breathe in every particle of dark monoxide mixing with the dirt that is of the streets of manila. The particle that comes out of the valuable liquid that holds the people hostage. Holds them by the neck and squeeze the life out of them as time passes. Breathe out all the musings from yesterday's events. Breathe in the blasting music that practically defeaned the hell out of the passengers who did not seem to care, Passengers who are caught in their own little world as the jeepney traversed the road in a stop-go-stop-go motion until it reaches and rounds for another trip. Breathe out the false hopes leaving home gives you. Breathe in the perfume of a fresh new start,the sweat of anticipation, the smog of development and the arnibal of the taho settling on one's empty, transparent plastic cup. Breathe out the magical words that brings the jeep to a halt. Breathe in any particle that would make me move, and face this never-ending cycle of solitary living.

And it all begins with one toot of the computer.