Eating Lychees

Mood: hungry.
Currently listening to: stuck at sea, the honorary title

today was fun, i guess. classes were cut at 12, so it meant that i was freed from the torture that was the triple combo of math, theo and pe. after learning the news, the class was silently erupting in glee. silently. neuro pa nun eh. si king budji naman hardcore na nagturo pa rin. angas.

so aun. after dismissal, we practiced for the Filipino play. i dunno. it was really fun. our play was about Juan Tamad, so i guess it wasn't really hard for us to fit in with our roles.

after a while, an ordinary play turned out to be a musical. that really got the ball rolling. a lot of ideas were simply.. awesome. Ieya's in particular was cool. thanks to her, we now have a pretty awesome intro - a polyphonic chant that goes.. well, duh. parang kaya kong pakantahin ang mga letters eh. naman. :))

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so aun. last last night, one of the greatest persons alive, rb, looped me into a chat. grabe. haha. pandemonium. i dunno if he drinks something weird every morning, but rb always has a weird, but cool, set of friends. of course, kasama na kami dun. haha. owye.

anyway, there were a lot of new names in the said chat. pos andaming nausong mga pangalan at nicknames.

and if i say nicknames, i MUST mention trisha/ramona, a dudette in PLM. and it's really funny, because she studied high school at parsci, and she was classmates with nadessa, stephanie and kathryn and kathlyn(the first identical twins i have ever seen), some of the people that i've met in elementary. it's really cool, how everything manages to tie up. i mean, yeah, it's a small world. i know that for a fact.

but it never fails to amaze me how much each of us is connected to another, like some giant freaky looking music score, or like a huge parchment full of words in cursive writing - they all have intersecting and interesting lines that connect us all.

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i miss blogging. i think i write better when i'm not pressured. when i'm just telling a story of what happened today, what i'm thinking, what i want to eat for dinner or what i want to see when i wake up than writing for an assignment, for the csj, or for capital f, even. i guess when i'm writing, (for lack of better term) professionally, there's always a little voice inside telling me that's it's not enough, it's not enough. I always have to beat that voice in order to just write a single sentence.

sometimes it's hard to beat that freaking little voice. sometimes it's not. sometimes it's the only thing that keeps me up all night, sometimes it's the last lullaby i hear for the evening.

but the sheer fun of writing stories beats it all, i guess. it's cool to see people enjoy reading the stuff you bled for last night.

nga pala. a lot of people think that writers, whether professional or not, often write like magic - a quick flick of the hand and a quick breeze of the mind and voila! a story is born.

i beg to differ, and i think i speak for a lot of the writers in general when i say that writing is never easy. i think that whenever you write, there is a piece of you that stays in those words for as long as there are still words left on this Earth
and yeah. there's still the voice, that little insecurity that gnaws at your insides, that you still have to beat.

and once you get past that, it's a great feeling. there's this sense of accomplishment in thinking what the hell would the potential reader of this story would think.

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sorry this turned out to be so mushy and so loooooong. crap. haha.

gtg. something smells really good for dessert. i think there's jelly ace in the ref. ooooh. i hope it's lychee-flavored. i kinda miss eating lychees.

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faster and faster a heart seemed to spin
faced with tomorrow, with whom should he lean?

o-kay. i guess i'll shut up for now.