There are many ways to attempt to describe who I am. I could start off with a classic and speak of all the good I’ve done the community, whether or not the nuns at the local church know my name, all the while carefully slipping in the mention of my scores at university and high school extracurricular activities. But I’m not one to do the ordinary. I like to think that I can be set apart from most other people; that I’m not some ‘typical’ teenager. But if I’m not average, then, what am I? I am a collection of nouns. I am the end result of all the people, places and things that I have encountered in my short life.

-Hope

I am a reader. Then again who isnt? Anyone who reads textbooks and magazines can claim the same attribute. Yet, to me, its different.

Why is it that to me, finding the perfect novel, scouring the nearest book store, ravishing the libraries and spending much time in said book holding areas is in a way my ultimate past time? In a strange obscure way, getting lost in a good book and letting it transport you over the pages to exotic destinations but with very real people is more intriguing than to go shopping for shoes, clothes or other things that girls my age should be excited about.

I daresay that a good book would tide me over, but mockery over that is sometimes more than I can handle.

And maybe right now I just need to sleep because my exams begin in less than 12 hours.

Good luck everyone, and happy Raya!!!