perfect honesty

It is unfortunately starting to get chilly again in New York and I'm relatively pissed. Mostly because there is no time for lazy clothes anymore but layers and layers of clothing. And it bugs me because I hate the cold.

I can't even imagine it's already September. I can still clearly remember this time last year when I was on the other side of the world, whining and impatiently waiting for term break. Somehow, I feel like I wasted a year in my life with nothing but food and books but nonetheless, I embrace the new experiences I had moving here, although there weren't too much. I admit I sometimes miss the fun in Manila whenever we go out because I am quite a misfit here. I don't have a lot of friends and I barely go out. But on the up side, I still love that I'm in New York. There's no better way to do it than stay. Being the "uncool" makes McLovin and Michael Cera more relatable. I'm fckin trashed. lol.

So if anyone of my few friends in the Philippines happen to read this, will you please do a fundraiser for me? HA HA. It's for a good reason: I need airfare. Kidding. But seriously, I don't know yet what plans we have for December but I am just hoping for the best. I don't want to waste yet another Christmas with nothing but dinner, four stockings and a Christmas tree. My not so frequent Mike's Hard Lime solo drinking could never substitute for an all out hard drinking and partying while playing "Shit, shit" at a friend's place or some club in the metro. It kills me that I can't dress up in full swing, hang out over the smocket or sleep over in my best friends' houses. Don't get me wrong, I do have friends here but the friendships I made with them haven't reached the level of deep friendship I have with my loves at home.

How I wish I could just get a hug from everyone I love. F-ing ber months....