Where on earth can you buy a pair of doves at 7pm? Where in Bacolod can you buy a helium-filled balloon? These are just some of the where-on-earth questions I kept on asking this afternoon. Guess what? It looks like tomorrow´s events won´t be as grandiose as we plan it to be. We can´t find the balloons we need and our pair of doves went out of their cage and took off! Great!

          After trying our last options, I finally gave up and called it a night. Of course, I took the liberty to attend to my own personal needs. So there I was, walking the dark streets of the city at about 8 in the evening trying to get some things done... haircut, some grocery to fill up my personal food vault I store under my computer table for those long sleepless nights, and other trivial stuff.

          I´m a dead person. Yes I am. But I´m not writing from the pits of Erebus. I´m not the type whose earthly shell gets eaten by the worms and whose soul has turned into a shade. I´m just a dead man because I don´t have a life! Senior High is just too hectic that I can´t even find a minute for recreation. I keep on assuring myself that when all these things pay off, I can finally get my life back. It´s all worth the sacrifice after all.

          You know what? This journal entries are helping me a lot. It becomes an outlet of all my frustrations in life that I can´t talk to another person personally. Well, I just hope you guys aren´t tattle tales. Now, let me tell you a little secret... oh! Hahaha! It´s getting late. Maybe next time guys! See ya!