Anyhow, it's been a while since my mom gave me a lot of things to do but I'm soon going back to my home in Philippines!!!! Pressure is I officially OFF! I am ON! AND EVERYTHING IS OFFICIALLY AWESOME! SUMMER TIME RULES!

Scratch that. I have to go to a program where they prepare you for the regents so that you take them all at 8th grade T-T so... basically I'm gonna be gone from 9-12 from July 10th to August 10th. Anyhow, now my vaca to the Philippines is now pushed back to August 17 :(

I've been pretty lonely and since poetry is in "the arts" I think its appropriate to put it here:

As the sky cried,
my own tears fell.
The constant pit pat on the sidewalk,
reminds me of my sorrows,
beating down on me.
As well as any sound,
of my loneliness.

As the ground got wet,
my countenance did too.
While I'm on my own I am reminded,
there are always items around me.
In my memory they follow through as well.

As the signs of a heaven faded to grey,
my own joy started to dull.
Pillows on my bed,
a roof above my head.
Does this mean I'm safe?
While the world is in sorrow,
am I supposed to be jubilant?

I look towards the sky,
and in the end of all the tears,
the vibrant colors curved into a frown,
It reminds me,
it's alright to cry.
It's alright to be sad.
It's alright to be sorrowful.