far from perfect.

Micro Grand finals was today. It was hard. H-A-R-D. As in damn. We had Sir Barte for our proctor and guess what, he is totally distracting me. So I was practically writing “Ang gulo gulo mo sir.” on every page of the 12-page questionnaire and was mouthing/whispering “Ewan ko sayo Kiko” (Wow, very respectful. Close kayo?) He was just laughing. Haha. Mr. Segundo Francis Zamorro Barte, III was damn. Haha.

I finally met him. My grade 6 crush. Now he’s graduating college. Small world. Damn. Haha. He still remembers Kuya Butch.

It rained. It poured. I waited in school for like about 3-4 hours just to let the rain stop. Luke and I semi-bonded with Maam Cabiente. Nice.

Me and the balugas played Shagidy-shagidy sha popo. Napakamatured. Haha.

Adam and I ate at Chowking for dinner. But I bet he would still eat at home. Haha. I love that tabachoy bestfriend of mine. We were reminiscing about how nene and totoy we were during freshmen year. And we both agreed that we miss Jec Francisco.

There. Haha. I’m out.