Alright. As of this very day, I have been walking this world for 22 years. I don't know how it feels like to be 22, much less /act/ 22, but I'm here anyway. Alive, happy, well.

My day started off on a solemn note. Every Tuesday night my mom and aunt and I would go to the Redemptorist Church at Baclaran to say our prayers and novena. Afterwards we'd ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me... happy birthday little retard ( Read more... )