Okay, Joe just showed me this poem and it's so awesome that I have to post it.

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an African Kid:

When I born, I black. When I grow up, I black. When I go in Sun, I black. When I scared, I black. When I sick, I black. And when I die, I still black. And you white fellow. When you born, you pink. When you grow up, you white. When you go in sun, you red. When you cold, you blue. When you scared, you yellow. When you sick, you green. And when you die, you gray. And you calling me colored?

Loveeee. Lol. Anyway.

The retreat. Oh, the retreat. I loved it. I think nearly everyone did.

So many memories were created in the space of a few days. Averie's trip-around-the-world suitcase. Isay carrying a rosary (gasp). Pre-palanca madness ("TAE DI KO NATAPOS YUNG PALANCA NIYA."). Being released into the wild. First walk-out ever. Room-hopping. Disobeying rules. UBE's. Soft Batch cookies and Pik Nik. Prank calls. Sunsets, I love you's, etc. in the Bingo sheets. The huge, fragile dice. Human boardgame. FRANCO DEL ROSARIO. : 9:00 pm to 11:30 pm (the time it took all four of us to take a bath, lol). Meals with the girls. The beautiful chapel. Waking up late. Confession. Doubting. Seeing Isay about to confess (gasp again). Averie asking me whether man-hating was a sin =)). The firewall! Kuya Kenneth totally forgetting that we were supposed to be discussing the activities with our other counselors. BONDING WITH KEZIAH TAN, SARAH OXALES, AND AVERIE YLANAN. BONDING WITH KEANU FONTANILLA, ADRIAN BEGONIA, BENJO RODRIGUEZ, AND NICO REYES. All the b**** jokes, failed Bellinee ones, yellow and pretty and love-kept-real jokes. Being "kidnapped" in 14A, the quiet game, waking up to Keanu saying, "You lose". Palanca madness. Post-palanca madness on main street, crying, hugging, kissing, making up, thanking, apologizing, forgiving, laughing, loving. The cicada. Dropping my phone and screaming when I ran to hug Nico. Finding God. My-My and Josh's amazing duet! Batch pictures underneath the sun. Our last mass. Packing up. Leaving Angels' Hills.

The retreat touched me in so many ways, and I'll never forget it. I feel so emotionally-loaded now, somehow... after it all... I don't know. :)) Hay.

Back to school with a disappointing thump, now. We have classes on the stage of the Gym. In the caf. On the stairwells of the ASTB. In the girls' and boys' dorms. It's very sad - Emil had to use this door for a blackboard.

(Only Pisay.)

I guess I should do Math homework... So yeah. I'mma end my post here.