Thursday, December 14, 2006
The reason why I eat stress for breakfast. Sigh*
First story: Yest morn, I went to school to have my reg form stamped. That would serve as my permit for today's prelim exam. Man. I could have done that days ago, 'coz for the past three weeks I go to school almost everyday to attend my class and do some important stuff. I could have just simply visited the cashier window one time and get my permit in a sec. But I didn't! Yesterday, OK, no classes. Why should I wake up early and go to school? I'd just bury my face on the pillow, er, start reading the first 12 chapters of our book in NCM205. But, thanks shillyshally, there I was... out of the house by seven to join the queue infront of the accounting office. What a hassle.
Next story? Uhm.. Yawn* OK, I'll just tell you later. (Haha! Speaking of the habit.) Nah.. Like I'm proud of telling you. Nevamind. This procrastidumdum has to get out of my system. But for the meantime, I'm outta here. Ta ta.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
I remember teaching my three-year-old brother how to read.
I remember kindergarten and visiting the guidance office with mum.
I remember watching Maskman after Sunday school.
I remember that he's not with us anymore.
I remember gano'n-gano'n and waya-waya.
I remember the pain from a fractured arm.
I remember the smell of my new school stuff.
I remember Jedai, my puppy, dying.
I remember my Flintstones notebooks.
I remember delivering a kid's sermon in front of the folks one Sunday.
I remember dancing with my childhood buddies.
I remember getting a pretty nasty scar above my left eye.
I remember the song she made for me.
I remember saying goodbye to her.
I remember him giving me a letter.
I remember that stupidity in my first major competition.
I remember the two diamonds and a shiny scabbard.
I remember my university acceptance letter.
I remember the cold wind on my face.
I remember that sunset.
I remember talking to him one night.
I remember 1.0.
I remember 3.0
I remember my second first day in college.
I remember the mud on my uniform.
I remember laughing.
I remember crying.
I remember that funny beat.
I remember running to reach the E.R.
I remember slipping in slow motion and breaking my ankle.
I remember popping the prescription meds into my mouth.
I remember meeting her in the classroom.
I remember Him meeting me in my heart.
I remember me standing to receive.
I remember what He did for me.
I remember that I am alive.
