My poem was randomly picked in class last Friday. I'm so proud of it. Yay. Yes, Hum 1 classmates, Bulag was written by yours truly.

I already have something in mind for a next poem, like something about someone's paraluman. I think I've fallen deeply in love with that word the moment I knew it means "inspiration." I've been liking that word because it reminds me of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads, which, of course, reminds me of someone special. Eew, this is becoming cheesy. Anyway, I have Chem, Bio, and Math exams coming up. Don't wanna ruin my goals for this sem. Soooo, paalam for now.

Oh, by the way: Happy Birthday, Mom! :) You just make me feel guilty whenever I do those being-a-teenager-does stuff being a good mom that you are. Have fun with your bordering-the-golden-age year!