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O6-12–26
For the first time in what felt like forever, Kyeji woke up on the right side of the bed: no back pain, no lingering gloom, just a rare, genuine sense of excitement. Of course, his dads didn’t let him leave the house without a healthy dose of teasing. “Naligo ka ba?” they joked, eyeing his carefully chosen outfit and the way he kept checking his reflection. He just gave them a playful smirk, his h…
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O6-11–26
The day was a rare, hollow void—no errands, no gym, and no chaotic trips to the mall. For someone like Kyeji, who usually juggled family duties, social batteries, and academics, having absolutely nothing to do felt almost foreign. But he didn't let the silence go to waste. He spent the better part of the day retreated into his own world, the cool blue light of his monitor reflecting in his tired e…
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O6-1O–26
Wednesday: The fine line between gains and babysitting. The sun had been up for hours, but Kyeji was still running on yesterday’s fumes. It was another sleepless day, and his back was offering a sharp, rhythmic protest with every movement he made. Honestly, his spine felt like it was staged in a permanent strike against his late-night programming habits. But regardless of the ache, today was Wedn…
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O6-O9–26
Beep. Silence. Beep. Silence. Kyeji had turned off his alarms for a full hour, his hand moving with a practiced, subconscious flick of the wrist. He wasn’t ready to face the world yet. The bed felt too warm, and the darkness behind his eyelids was far more inviting than the reality of a Tuesday morning. But then, a sudden realization hit him like a bucket of cold water. Online class. He scrambled …
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O6-O8–26
Barely functioning, but always making time. Kyeji slept at 6:00 AM and woke up at nearly 9:00 AM. With barely three hours of rest, he thanked every saint he could think of that he was still functioning. He wasn’t well, and he certainly wasn’t at his best, but he was functioning enough to survive the day. His classes, however, were a different story. He spent the entire lecture fighting the urge to…
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O6-O7-26
A cycle of heavy hearts and spicy cravings. Kyeji woke up on the wrong side of the bed—if he even really “woke up” at all. He felt completely under the weather, his body heavy and his mind even heavier. He couldn’t quite remember the exact moment he finally drifted off; he just knew that the last time he had the energy to check the clock, it was already 4:00 AM. He skipped breakfast. Then, he skip…
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O6-O6-26
Getting up with back pain—what a great way to start the day. Kyeji slowly peeled his eyes open, realizing he had fallen asleep in his chair again. His PC was still humming, the screen glowing in the dim room, and his phone was still connected to a Discord call that had long since gone quiet. It was a classic Kyeji move: being productive, failing actually to make it to the bed. Not long after, the …
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O6-O5–26
Kyeji’s cycle: sleep, mangulit, and code. It was exactly quarter to seven in the morning when kyeji finally decided to close his eyes. A bit too late for a “good night” but a bit too early for a “good morning.” Sleep schedule? Kye didn’t know her. He finally drifted off at 7:00 AM, only to be jolted awake by his internal clock at 11:00 AM. Too early. He fell back into the sheets, drowning in his p…
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O6-O4–26
⎯ ❤️1Kyeji’s uneventful yet academically terrifying day. Nothing much happened today. At least—that was what Kyeji liked to tell himself. Though perhaps surviving on barely any sleep already counted as an event on its own. Because somehow, Kyeji ended up sleeping at 5:30 in the morning. Why? Reviewing. Or at least—trying very hard to convince himself that what he was doing counted as productive studyin…
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O6-O3–26
Kyeji’s surprisingly productive day. Kyeji—who, for once, actually slept early—woke up at 6:00 in the morning. A miracle, honestly. Though, unfortunately, the universe still found a way to humble him. Because the moment he moved, his neck hurt. Badly. Probably because he had somehow fallen asleep sitting up again. A terrible habit. One that his body clearly disagreed with. Still, Kyeji pushed hims…
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O6-O2–26
⎯ ❤️1Kyeji’s academically disastrous day. Only supposed to take a short nap, Kyeji somehow managed to oversleep. Not by a little. By a lot. Thankfully, today only consisted of online classes. Which, honestly, was probably the only reason he still had a chance at survival. His first class started at 9:00 a.m. Kyeji woke up at 9:45. The moment his eyes opened, panic immediately settled into his syste…
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O6-O1–26
Kyeji’s weird day. Running on only three hours of sleep, Kyeji somehow managed to crawl out of bed. Barely alive. Thankfully, his dada made the ultimate Pinoy breakfast—fried rice, fried egg, and hotdog. Honestly? That alone almost fixed his mood. After breakfast, Kyeji did what he did best: absolutely nothing. Until later, when he went out with his dad and Sky to pick up his dada from work in …
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O5–31–26
Kyeji’s what-a-day. Kyeji woke up sitting on his gaming chair. His neck hurt. His lower back hurt even more. Somehow, he had fallen asleep there again, and now he was paying the price for it. The morning started simple. His dada and Sky only gave him one cookie. One. Which honestly felt like betrayal. Though later on, Sky finally gave him the whole box, so perhaps she was forgiven. The deal for …
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O5–3O–26
A new day had begun, and surprisingly, Kyeji woke up in a good mood. No grumpy face. No complaints. Just enough energy to get up, take a bath, and prepare for the gym. For someone who thought he was cool, Kyeji got a little shy when his dada asked him to drive the Hello Kitty car. He definitely did not like that part. But he shrugged it off anyway. With a matcha in hand—already half empty—they e…
