The only thing that keeps me going is the sight of a promising light at the end of my struggles as I live by the challenge called LIFE.


Christmas is looming. But before that I'd have to face my day!
Well, who wouldn't have wishes? I sure have, in fact, about a dozen lists!
But I'd share to you some of my wishes for my 16th birthday here on our beloved earth.
Here they are:

1. Original, durable, light and a handy Badminton racket*
2. black ink for our printer (so that i can print my series! it's been a long time since I've printed my second episode, and my readers are waiting for the third one! ' IK-TO38 ')*
3. Penelope (a witty and interesting book!)*
4. apples
5. mangoes (ripe or still green. or dried! It's a craving...)
6. sky flakes onion chives
7. tikoy delicacy
8. Gatorade or Nescafe in can (mocha) or Milo (any size will do)
   
9. G-tech pen
10. cake or brownies (?)**

*I know it's quite impossible. but it's a wish, remember? Or would it be nice to add 'telescope'?
** I can do away with that.


Great! But I'm not 100% hoping for all of these to come true. But c'mon, they're wishes. and wishes are wishes. If these are meant to stay that way, 'sigh' , that's ok. well, not so ok. but still ok. hehehe... Bitaw, pero mas choi kung matinuod, di bah?



* -bEm-*

Psyche: I've lost you once, I don't want to lose you again!
Cupid: I have to go and sort things out.
Psyche: Why do people want to take away our happiness? Why do they always want to take away the things that we both deserve for a long time? Am i meant to be torn apart Cupid?
Cupid: No Psyche. You are meant to be healed. And to be loved.

Sometimes when i try to appear smart, i appear stupid.
But sometimes I have to be stupid in order to be smart.
In short, it's complicated.

Well, look at that!
Penguins.
Really cute. ( I have a penguin stuff toy! Most treasured...)
Anyway, just attended a Students' Congress in Don Bosco.
And it's superb! It was my first time and it wasn't a drab. It was fun, i tell you.
Skills:
*planning skills
*time management skills
*facilitating skills

hope i can sharpen these skills. Especially now that some of my group mates in English (for our musical play) are killing me...

अनगेर इस वन लैटर शोर्ट ऑफ़ दंगेर.

"Anger is one letter short of DANGER."

And that is very right.

the Writer's diagNoSis
Question: How do you handle your anger when a subordinate nitpicks?

Take these effective steps:

1. Just smile at her. Ignore her complaints about your works.
2. If 'stubborn symptoms' persist, consult her.
3. Give her this prescription:

1 bottle of 'patience' sedative
1 bottle of 'presence of mind' paracetamol

4. If prescription fails, advice her:
"You know, you can be the leader next time, don't you think?"

* -bEm-*

i just realized this now...
making a script can be so dragging.
especially a musical play script.
sigh.

Footsteps. Silent footsteps. Undisturbed. Tranquil. But will it forever stay that way?
Where will these footsteps go?


...to a world of uncertainty.

tHe sWeEtest confEssiOn
bEtweEn tHe prOfeSsOr aNd thE wRitEr

I had finished packing my things for lunch when I suddenly found him in front of me, with a big grin on his face. My heart was beating nervously, and i wasn't able to think straight. He was the one who caused my organs to do cartwheels and I could still remember that wacky face during our science period...
Professor:Hey,
He was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed on his chest.I was piling my notebooks on the arm of my chair
Writer:Hey too. What's up?
We talked about our review in science for a while, laughing at each other. Out of the blue, he surprised me with an odd question.
Professor: ******, who's your crush?
Writer: Uhm, you don't know him.
I can't believe I lied.
Professor: C'mon, just tell me.
Writer: Ok, fine. He's Adam, a neighbor of ours.
The second lie.
Professor: (chuckling) Oh, nice!
Writer: (nodding) Yeah. Really nice.
I don't have this usual thump thump, like before. But why do I feel funny talking to him?
All of a sudden, he said the words that I've never heard before, and have sure caught me off guard.
Professor: You're really great, ******! Really great! I've got a crush on you when I was in grade three and in first year.
Hey, did I hear right?
Writer: What? (standing up) What did you just say??
Professor: I said, (saying slowly, rolling his eyes a bit, laughing) I've got a crush on you!
Writer: What?!
Professor: Me. Crush. You.
He had pointed at himself and then at me.
Writer: Oh?
Professor: For two years.
Really?
He was walking to the door, leaving me dumbstruck behind. And then I laughed.
Writer: You're really weird, Prof!
I call him Prof, because he wants me to, I guess.
Writer: (grinning, feeling utterly funny) You're really really weird! You admitted to me that you had a crush on me... Ok. You admitted... well, me too.
He stopped on his tracks, clearly surprised as i was.
Professor: You too?
Writer: Yup. Me too.

Now that was pretty weird, wasn't it?




P.S. This really happened! Just months ago...

Just last night Cherssy and I went to the sports complex and went inside the horror booth. Just the two of us. With the heart-pounding sounds of terror and dim lights in the black, claustrophobic tunnel. JUST THE TWO OF US. ALONE.

Before anything else, i was quite upset. I thought many were coming with us. Though I've been inside with my family once, three days ago, it would have been better if many of my buddies were there. But yeah, premonition. Instinct. As i was heading to Jollibee where I was supposed to meet my friends, my stomach had lurched, my whole body had gotten heavy. I was not feeling good. And yes, there's no point of feeling good. All the people I've expected to come weren't there. Even some guy friends. I even got the feeling that Cherssy wouldn't show up. After about half an hour of waiting in Jobi and a quarter outside Sugarloaf, at last, one of my comrades showed up. We waited, Cherssy and I. But then, it was getting darker so we decided to face the horrors together.

I was not afraid, but the tension was mounting from my stomach to my throat. I have been inside once, why should I be scared for the second time? Cherssy was the first-timer, and she wasn't tensed as I was. I guess I was so anxious to release my frustrations in my screams. Yeah, i guess that was it.

Just when we have given our tickets and have gone inside the lobby to wait for our turn to enter, my heart was palpitating hard against my chest like in the thud thud music in the background. The booth was supposed to be entered by TEN. Not by TWO. And that was the crazy part.

And here we go.

Before I knew it, I was screaming and shrieking and shaking the rough hands off me, with Cherssy giggling right beside me, clinging like a cat in our looped arms. And suddenly Cherssy gave a shrill scream, with me covering my eyes with my hands and at last I said to myself, "Wahaha! Nishagit na jud tawn siya!" I don't know why I was shaking, and WHO WOULDN'T?

That was sure a heart attack.

They were monsters. Ghosts. And were certainly convincing.

When we exited, we didn't know Psyche was right behind us. I knew from her face that she had fun. Cherssy and I were laughing hard at our adventure, trembling, chuckling, giving high-fives. I felt good, in fact BRILLIANT! All the things inside me were released. Thanks to the booth! That was a fun November one!

We went inside again at about nine in the evening, now together with Cherssy's bro and his girlfriend. And it was Cherssy's turn to tremble and be nervous. It was her second time, and mine third. And this time, I have opened my eyes, just like my first try. It was indeed fun!

Well, to those who didn't go with us, all I can say is... it's your loss. LOL. No, I mean, you've lost the perfect time to release all the unwanted feelings with a seldom action.

You just need the screams.

* -bEm-*