I ditched school for the first time this semester and my timing was perfect. My classmates told me that only one professor, Sir Ponay, was present and the class lasted for only an hour. How psychic am I? And it's funny because everytime this sickness (note: laziness) occurs, the professors are also out. I guess i'm really destined not to got to school for certain days in a year?? :D

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At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say. They're what you do. Some things you say because you have no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.