When I was eleven, I was positive of one thing: I was going to marry Zac Hanson. Everyone thought it was cute. I thought it was inevitable and I had the perfect plan. I was going to get myself a college degree, land a decent high-paying job, haul my a** out of the Philippines and into America, and hunt for Zac Hanson. Unfortunately, somewhere between getting a college degree and landing a goldmine of a job, I got lost. Yes, my life's GPS batteries died, and I caught a really bad case of the sickness called "fun." I had waaaaaaay too much fun. I grew up too uptight and straight that I just had to break out of my shell and lose myself.
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| My favorite band. DUH. |
