27th March 1998
We'll be moving on Sunday. Alleluia! Well, you can say I don't really like the house in Pasig, where I am living right now. From the outside, it doesn't look so bad, but it's too small. When my sister and I were little kids, we used to write on the walls. So there are still little-kid-writings on the walls until now. And the neighbourhood is what you can say, a little unruly. It's like there's no security, even though there are security guards. You can't go to the main avenue outside without the feeling of getting kidnapped.

Fortunately, there isn't any of those in our new house in Magallanes. I'm very glad. And I get to have the stereo in the room I share with my sister. I can play whatever CD I want without my Dad nagging me to turn the "noise" off. And in Magallanes, the security guards are always checking around so being kidnapped isn't a problem.

I can't wait for choir tomorrow. At a certain song, I think they're choosing soloists. I hope I get chosen.