I’m 21. Heh. I still feel 18, though. I hope being 21 doesn’t mean I have to worry about things like cheap insurance. I really have a lot of plans for this year, and I hope they all happen.

My birthday was great. I spent the morning here at home, and after lunch, I headed out with my little brother to get frozen yogurt and meet up with our cousins to hang out.

On my birthday night, I went out with my cousins to see a musical-acrobatic show in PAGCOR, where my mom works. It was pretty good, except half the time I had my nails embedded in my cousin’s arm. This was while the acrobats were performing their stunts.

It was a good birthday. Not too overwhelming, not too boring. Just right.