The clouds shall part. Light will shine. And the Kuripots... will rise.

Crooked

"When a guy refuses to bend to my will, he is aggravating. When he does bend to my will, he is predictable and possibly a weenie. Therefore the guy i need is schizophrenic."

--Jessica Zafra, Chicken Pox For The Soul

Eulogy

Yellow You. I'm a rather fickle member of the female species living somewhere down the South. Of Metro Manila that is. The last time I blogged was 300 light years ago, in slabs of rock, which is why I wonder now why my grammar sounds so off. I'd like to think I'm 16 and stuck in Neverland with a slightly-tsinito and younger Hugh Grant, but unfortunately for me, you and I live in a harsh world which constantly reminds us that 18 is near-becoming the new 30 and Jamie Lynn Spears represents the ideal age for momhood.

And before we forget that I'm introducing myself here, I'm Czar, 18. Cursed with a memory as sharp as your beloved five-peso Panda ballpen and majoring in Speech Pathology.