This is it.

10:30. An hour and a half before midnight. Before April 10. Before I officially turn a year older.

Sixteen. Imagine. I'm not sure if that's great or terrible but what I am sure about is that it's coming. I am now savoring the last minutes of being fifteen (I love being fifteen!).

These days are the most eventful and craziest so far in my short life. For one, I'd already celebrated my birthday last Thursday: three days earlier (first with my friends then with my family). Then my mom and I flew to Manila. Okay. Let me explain. I have this summer seminar to attend (Ateneo Junior Summer Seminar or AJSS. I have no idea how the hell I got in because you know, the exams were so hard and all, and in an ordered universe I would never have been able to join This. Sadly, a second big bang must have occurred and the universe was reorganized). So my two months of vacation were all gone, replaced by five weeks of classes that are supposed to give us a taste of college life. Now is that cool or scary? You decide.

I think it's scary. First day is the scariest part. I mean, it's like being in a whole new school again, surrounded by strangers and not a familiar face in sight and you're just alone and friendless and homesick. I'm all nerves now. I'm going to hyperventilate. Hopefully I would get past all that.

So these past couple of days, my mom and I had been in the mall for hours on end, shopping and window-shopping, cherishing the last days of freedom and nearly dropping dead from exhaustion. Because tomorrow, as I turn sixteen, I also have to go to the dorm. Already. I have been dreading that moment for weeks!

Scared. Terrified. Jittery. On the verge of breaking down. Needing serious medical attention now.

And excited too. Exhilarated. After all, it will be a whole new experience. A whole new adventure.

Not a bad way to spend your summer. Not really.

The Legend Comes Alive

3 Reasons I love Meg Cabot:
1. she writes great books. And not just cold, mindless chick lit, but chick lit with sense and meaning and heart.
2. she promotes girl power. Her heroines are never damsels-in-distress; instead, they save the day.
3. she wrote Avalon High.

Avalon High is the best book I've read from Meg Cabot so far. And please, don't associate this with that Disney movie of the same title - even if it was loosely (very, very loosely) based on the novel - because the movie changed almost everything: the plot, the characters, even the protagonist's name. I mean, that is why movies can never be as good as the books they're based on: they spoil everything.

Okay. Going back to the book. I finished it today and it was awesome. The protagonist is Ellie, who moves to Annapolis because of her professor parents' sabbatical (a year-long vacation professors take every seven years or so). Her new school is the typical high school with jocks and cheerleaders and all. But she soon realizes that not everything is what it seems because everything seems eerily like...the history/legend of King Arthur repeating itself and Ellie and her friends may or may not be reincarnations of those famous people from hundreds of years ago.

It seems all far-fetched and ridiculous, but the way it's written, and the characters make it pretty believable and realistic. And if you had thought the Arthurian legends boring (I did, when we were studying it in class), read this and you'd get a whole new perspective. Cabot melds history, romance, drama, fantasy, and humor in one juicy, satisfying novel.

Wish there was a series. Wish movies do stick to the original. And wish I can spend my whole summer escaping to the world of Meg Cabot.

The Golden Post

My 50th post! Okay, I know others have made hundreds of posts already in the course of the school year. They'd probably think celebrating your 50th post is just so lame. Well, for me, it's not. It's a milestone, an achievement. And I also realized that I've made 5 blog posts in one night! Yes, it's lame, I know. But these past three months, I've been really lazy in blogging. For January, I had one post. For February, two posts. So now I'm making up for it. This summer, I'll continue blogging (promise to self) because it's a big help in expressing your thoughts and discovering more about yourself.

The Days Are Numbered.

I don't really get this cartoon. But it just reminds me that damn, it's exams next week. Yesterday, Friday, I was hit with so many realizations. Friday was the last day of regular classes. The last day of sanity before exams. Four more days of school (three for exams and one for recognition day) and third year life is done and over with. My days as a junior are numbered. I was so excited the other week that summer was coming but now that the end is drawing nearer and nearer I'm wishing it wouldn't be so fast. I would miss life as a third year student and I can't say it was the best school year ever, but it was a turning point for me, a memorable, amazing experience. It's scary that in two months, I would be in fourth year. Scary that by next year, I would be in college. How cruel time is.

I love/hate puppies.

See these adorable photos? They were the first batch of our poodle's puppies. Sadly, two of them were either sold or given away and the third one is with us (Nutella, or Ella for short. I didn't name her, believe me). Right now, we have the second batch of puppies. I don't have pictures of them but they look exactly like the first batch. You know. Just this week, one puppy was given to my sister's best friend, another was to a teacher, and the last awaits judgement.

Why am I talking about puppies? I mean, I wanted those puppies gone. They're cute and all, but they're not once they scatter poop around the house. So really, I was glad of the prospect to get rid of them. But I still couldn't help feeling a twinge of sadness when I watched them given away.They were being separated from each other. Permanently. Forever. Right now, it's sad seeing the last puppy looking desperate for playmates and so lonely because her sisters were all taken away from her. How tragic is that?

Be Inspired.

Who said words are boring? Here are some great lines from a few songs. Words speak louder than pictures indeed.

We Filipinos Are Mild Sleepers

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every Filipino must always take a nap in the afternoons. It has been a tradition passed on from our Spanish forefathers, and we are reminded of lolos and lolas brandishing sticks to spank disobedient children who would much rather play. Even in this modern world, Filipinos still find time to nap. People go to work, children go to school, and don't they all have this instinctive urge to curl up when the clock strikes one?

Not I, though. My parents are strict followers of this age-old tradition, so you might expect me to love napping. Think again. I absoulutely HATE sleeping in the afternoon. I think it's a complete waste of time.

I remember when I was a litle kid, during summer, our helpers (my parents were at work) would roll out a folding bed in the living room and we (my sisters and I) would obediently lie down and sleep until dusk. Our yayas were scary so we couldn't really complain. But I was hard-headed. I was lying there, eyes closed, and passing away the time in non-sleeping. I obstinately refused to sleep (or maybe it was insomnia?). Pretty boring, actually. So I would just listen to our yayas' conversation (interesting), sing songs in my head, hold my breath and see how long I can do it, daydream, replay movies in my head and stories I've read, counting the seconds passing by. All with my eyes closed.

When we got a little older, naps were in our bedroom and our yayas didn't need to watch over us any longer. I got more freedom. Once my sisters fall asleep, I would take the book I had tucked under my pillow and bask in the glorious freedom of reading for hours. Of course, I listened for footsteps and when I heard them I would immediately hide the book and assume the most contorted sleeping position and pretend to be dead asleep, complete with mouth half-open, long deep breaths, closed eyes unflickering, and no matter how long they watched, I didn't move (when I did, I acted like I was dreaming, complete with lips smacking. A bit of drool is welcome). I was skilled in deception.

If there was an Oscar award for Best Actress In Pretending To Be Asleep, I would win it. And believe me, I never got caught. The yayas totally fell for it.

Now I was in high school and went home at six and slept at midnight, naps were certainly out of the question. During weekends we are still required to nap in the afternoons, but I would say how I have this important thing to do or something. The last time I fell asleep in the afternoon I had a terrible nightmare that scared me for weeks. See why I hate napping? Wonder why Filipinos love it.

I hate it, but I could use a good amount of sleep now. I'm afraid I'm turning into a sleep-deprived drone. But that doesn't mean I'm going to start napping from now on.

Ode To Studying

My mind is in motion

Filled with emotion.

I am struck with the notion

That my life is in erosion

So I must tread with caution

And think of a solution.

Note: Wrote this when I was supposed to be studying for some test and I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. So the above is ridiculous and very emo-ish. Never mind. At least I won't go mad like this:

Or this:

Taken

Have you ever dreamed of traveling all over the world? I've certainly did. I've always dreamed that one day, I'll be going places, heaving a backpack (or not), and having the adventure of a lifetime. More than that, I've always wanted to travel SOLO. Yeah. I want to experience being lost in a whole, new place, alone to discover and feel new sensations. But I recently found that traveling solo is not so nice as it seems.

All because of the movie Taken. My family and I watched that on Saturday night. At first I thought it was just some ordinary action flick with big guns and loads of special effects. But papa insisted that we must definitely watch this film before we do any traveling. And he was right.

The movie was very thought-provoking. It showed a very widespread problem in the world today: human trafficking. Imagine arriving in the country you've always wanted to visit (say, France) and then poof, you get kidnapped and drugged and made into a prostitute. Seriously. It was terrible. The women in the movie looked so lifeless, numb, and zombie-like, that for a moment the bubble of my dream was popped. I didn't know traveling could be so dangerous, especially when you're a woman.

I like how the story turned out, though. I really admire the father, a former spy, who did everything and more to search for his daughter. He had guts. It was pretty cool, though there were lots of violent scenes. Most of the film was shot in France and it showed the bad sides, so it's pretty scary because I wanted to go there too someday.

So now, what to do? Did that movie just kill my dream? Apparently not. Instead, it made me realize the dangers of traveling solo and gave me loads of advice. For one, I should really learn self-defense before I travel. Then I should definitely: be in my right senses. Be alert. Never share taxi rides wih complete strangers. Don't give too much information. Be cautious. Have some fighting moves up your sleeve. Consider everyone a suspect.

Okay. Now I'm suddenly paranoid. But hey, what's the harm? Better be safe than sorry. And where's the fun in life when you don't take risks? I don't want to jump into danger, but to tell the truth, traveling just got spicier. You decide in what way.

World Nutella Day!

Nutella lovers unite for one day! This holiday was started in 2007, to celebrate the deliciousness of the melt-in-the-mouth, diabetes-inducing (if taken in excess, that is. I think.), undying chocolate hazelnut spread. It's awesome someone thought of this. It's awesome I came across this. Too bad I don't have nutella right now.

So, in honor of this holiday, I'll just blog about it and reminisce about happy times with it. As nutelladay.com says, "Nutella is more than just a 'chocolaty hazelnut spread,' it is a way of life."
:))
For more details and recipes and fun ideas, check out http://www.nutelladay.com/.

Corrected By

If there is one thing I like about looking through old notebooks and books, it's seeing all those "corrected by's." Weird, but true. It's like walking down memory lane when I see the names of people there.

I'll go, "Hey, she used to be my seatmate!"; "This girl was very annoying"; "I used to ask for food from this girl!"; "Best seatmate!"; "I remember how this girl did this and yadda yadda...". It goes on forever.

I'd remember those people who were around me, from first year to right now. It is very interesting to see the handwritings, how they've changed or not over the last three years. It's like seeing how people evolved. It's like having your own personal scrapbook or slambook, with the signatures of countless schoolmates. Now how cool is that?

Although now it seems like I'm a huge fan of "corrected by's" already, I must confess that I'm not really someone who does it. I mean, I don't write my name when checking. I'm just like, whatever. Check it and you're done. Why waste your ink over it? But now I realize the importance. You immortalize a part of yourself, even if it is just your name.

Too bad if your classmate throws away her notebooks. Which, unfortunately, happens all the time.

Countdown: The Last Half-Hour

It's war out there. Seriously. I'm becoming deaf. All those fireworks sound like bombs and gunshots. World War III.

I can't do much now, because my entire family is simply waiting for midnight. My aunts and uncles are downstairs, karaoke-ing to their heart's delight. And we've just eaten a most sumptuous dinner, by the way. The traditional sweet hamon, loads of fried chicken, meat loaf, salad, and a bilao of biko. Later we'll have Puttanesca. Heaven.

Oops, we're going up to watch the fireworks now. Ten minutes to midnight. And counting.

Note to self: Jump when midnight strikes. Maybe you'll grow taller.

Countdown to 2011: Six Hours Before Midnight

Today's the last day of 2010. The last day? The last day! The last day.

Unbelievable. Incredible. Heartbreaking. Amazing. Wow.

As of now, I'm wasting the time by sitting in front of the laptop all day. I suppose I should have done something worthwhile, something that will make this year end with a blast. Well, you know how lazy I am. That should be one of my resolutions for next year then: overcome my laziness.

Anyway. It seemed like only yesterday when we were getting ready for 2010. The world was getting ready for the new decade, complaining how the 2000s were such a flop and how it sucked, and hoping the 2010 would be better. Now this year had gone by so quickly that I couldn't remember if it was better. You know. It's crazy. I'm feeling crazy. We're all crazy.

I'm glad for 2010. I can't say it was the best; I can't say it's the worst either. It was just a great big adventure. It had lots of ups and downs, but now that I think about it, I realize I loved every moment (well, almost) and all those moments made me into what I am now. I'm just glad that I'm here, a living, breathing creature, waiting for another year. I do hope 2011 will be better than this year.

The important thing is, we survived enough to be able to see 2011. The world went through so many trials and changes, and at times it seemed like there's no reason to live and more than enough reason to break down and give up. But no. The world survived. We got through everything. Now there's a fresh, blank canvas ahead of us and all we have to do is paint a masterpiece.

Recap

My sister, Celine (I'm mentioning her name because I'm mad at her), just told me I have to write about the play festival. Oh, joy. But now that I have no idea what else to talk about, maybe that'll do.

So now, what about it? Okay. The Play Fest, of course, is a great time to learn and experience new things. It's the time when you are made to discover your own talents and skills and share them to others. It's the time when you test your limits and realize that you can be the best only if you put your heart in it. It's the time when your relationships with others are tested and how you deal with them. It's the time when you discover yourself.

What I love most about the play fest is that it's...fun. Really. No matter the pressure, the harrowing practices, the screaming of the directors, the constant bickering, the dreadful performances, it's worth it. You learn a lot, period. Experience is good.

So, that said, I'm done here. I can't wait for the next Play Fest...next year.

The Story(ies) Behind The Title

Because I had nothing else to do (and nothing else to write about) I decided to while away the time by doing some research. So I googled (or yahooed, to be exact) the title of my blog, 'Truly, Madly, Deeply'. Check out what I've found:

Truly, Madly, Deeply is a 1990 film made for the BBC's Screen Two series. The leading man happens to be Alan Rickman, who is Professor Snape in Harry Potter. According to movies.yahoo.com, this is about a bereaved woman who literally wills her dead lover (Rickman) back from the beyond. According to Wikipedia, "the title comes from a word game played by the main characters, in which they challenge each other to by turns repeat and add to a series of adverbs describing the depths of their mutual affection".

Truly Madly Deeply is a song by Australian pop band Savage Garden, released in 1997. Actually, this was where I really got the title. My sisters and I were watching Myx and it was a time of the day when they were playing 'old' songs. The title really caught my attention. And this is a very familiar song, because you always hear it on the radio and it reminds me of our maid a long time ago who always listened to it especially when ironing clothes in the evening. You know.

trulymadlydeeply.com : "Australia's premier destination for wedding invitations and bomboniere". Shop here if you're getting married.

http://www.trulymadlydeeply.biz/ : Another online store. According to the website, "Shopping heaven for every occasion and for everyone you love. Established since 2002, Truly Madly Deeply is proud to offer quality products for special occasions".

An online fashion store. Check it out, the blouses are cute.

http://www.trulymadlydeeply.org/ : Another bridal wear store.

A few information for now. I'll keep looking. But honestly, why is it that WEDDINGS are mostly associated with 'Truly Madly Deeply'?

Randomness: 'Tis The Season

Today was... GOOD. No, "good" is not enough to describe today. First, it was the second and last day of exams, so you have no idea how relieved I was. I mean, I trudged through this whole week, beating deadlines, passing this and that, studying like hell. All I wanted was for the week to end, and vacation to start. You know, the only thing that probably got me through the exams and torturous studying was the fact that they're the only way to freedom. Yeah. Endure it all.

So now, I'm glad. Christmas vacation begins! We also had our Christmas party in class, which was a blast. Everyone was happy, and it was contagious. And this afternoon, I also spent some time with my friends in the mall, and then tonight, we have this Christmas party for my dad's officemates, right in the house. As of now, I'm typing while my ears are being bombarded by people karaoke-ing (is that even a word?) outside. It isn't that bad, really.

But - yes, there's a 'but' - I'm still not completely relieved. Because... tomorrow I have this recital. Where I have to play the piano. Where I have to be in front of about a hundred people. Where I might freak out and forget what I am supposed to play. Where I will definitely make a fool of myself. Okay, calm down. I'm getting the jitters now. Butterflies in my stomach. The urge to throw up. God, I'm gonna be sick.

I guess I'd just have to... endure it. Right? One last obstacle to freedom. One more to overcome and I'll have nothing to worry about next. One last and I'm free.

Taking the whole day as a whole, I'd still say it was awesome, so thank God for it, for this season of giving and loving. If only I don't have this lump in my throat, as if I'm going to be sick. I hope not.

Wish me luck.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go. "

Hamlet by Shakespeare - Act 3, Scene 3

Praying. The above quote best describes it for me. Because, unfortunately, that's how I pray. Every night before I go to sleep, and during the day at school, and during Sundays at church, I pray. But the problem is, I don't put my heart in it. Maybe some nights, I'll pray wholeheartedly. Some nights. Especially when I need something. But at other times, I get distracted by too many things. At school, I don't take prayer seriously. At church, I don't pay attention; I daydream. My words go in the air, and I'm just wasting my breath because I put little thought in them. So I guess God does not hear prayers said without thought, or heart, or soul.

Lesson learned? Pray with your heart, not with your mouth.

Time is making fools of us again.

Time. How cruel is it? Seriously. I feel like I woke up today and realized suddenly that it was December. I mean, I KNEW it was December (duh), but it was only today when I was really hit by the realization that 2010 is indeed coming to a close. I couldn't believe it. It seemed like only yesterday when we celebrated New Year's Day. And now...?

Time flies fast indeed. Like a light breeze that you enjoy too much so you become sleepy and lazy, wasting time. Or like a lightning bolt, jolting you awake now and then to make you act for once. Or like a whisper in the wind, which you strain to hear even when the wind carries it away.

We run after time, as it runs away, laughing and mocking us. I guess that's why we're fools.

Isn't it strange that when we're enjoying what we're doing, that's when time goes by most quickly? And when we hate what we're presently doing, time seems to drag on forever? Like during boring lessons, I would often glance at the time and would see that barely a minute has passed when it seemed like a century. That was torture. But here's another thing. When we want more time, the opposite happens: it speeds up like crazy. Like when I'm nearly late for school, I would move as fast as I can, and when I think I'm beating time to the finish line, I glance at my watch and...I'm late.

Like this week, for example. I can't wait for Christmas vacation to come, so I'm just excited. Bad move. Time seems to want some fun. It's because I couldn't believe how slow the days are moving. Seriously. It's only Tuesday today. Last week, the days flew by. Now, I feel like Christmas vacation is a million years into the future.

I'm not saying that time is an enemy. I think it's ourselves. We make ourselves slaves to time, when we are the ones who MAKE time. The thing is, we probably just can't help ourselves.

make time.

"It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up." ~J.K. Rowling

Thank God It's Friday

Cool one. This photo really describes my day. I woke up and felt like the world was meaningless. Why the hell should I go to school? I was in a not-so-good mood at school, and I somehow felt annoyed at little things. What's that word? Oh, "picayunish" (though I'm not so sure about the spelling.). And then, as the day went on it slowly, eventually, maybe, turned better. We make ourselves. Right? We make our day. Not stupid fate or whatever. It's all about attitude.

Note to self: The world may be empty of meaning but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.

Pic from here.

Moons Can Be Cool Too

A full moon rises behind the art deco spire of the old Kansas City and Light building in downtown Kansas City, Mo. Sunday, Oct. 24, 2010(AP Photo/Charlie Riedel)

I saw this photo while reading an article entitled The Really Strange Story Behind Sunday's Blue Moon which has got to be the most boring and senseless article I've ever read, no offense. It was about blue moons, but some parts might have been interesting and useful too (like the real reason why 13 is unlucky. From the article: 'Occasionally, however, there will come a year when there are 13 full moons during a year, not the usual 12. The almanac explanation continued:

"This was considered a very unfortunate circumstance, especially by the monks who had charge of the calendar of thirteen months for that year, and it upset the regular arrangement of church festivals. For this reason thirteen came to be considered an unlucky number."')

Well, back to the photo. I just think it's cool, with the silhouette of the house (an art deco?) against an enormous full moon. It looks straight out of a horror movie, with the art deco looking like a dilapidated mansion complete with spires. All that's missing is a flash of lightning. And the size of the moon. I've never seen a moon like that, except in movies. I mean, it looks like you can almost touch it or as if it's going to devour you any second. Wish I see a moon like this here. But it might also freak me out.

Two words: Creepily cool.

Booked

Last week, I read two fairy tale retellings:

The Night Dance, by Suzanne Weyn:

This is a novel so it really gave life and flesh to the story The Twelve Dancing Princesses. I loved the plot of the story and how it was set in the time of King Arthur (the leading man here is a knight of Arthur). But what I don't like is the language. Well, you know, how the novel is written. It was dragging at the start, the language seemed stilted, and the ending was too abrupt and hurried for my own liking. It was like the characters were facing this big problem one minute, then the next minute, they're all having their happy ending. I mean, the story seemed to turn comical and cliched towards the end. And the author keeps repeating how the heroine is so beautiful and special all that, and the hero is so handsome and brave. It's just kinda annoying. But anyway, it was fun to read. I'll give it 3 stars.

The other book is loads better. This is Princess Sonora and the Long Sleep, by Gail Carson Levine. This is the opposite of the The Night Dance, mainly because it was so enjoyable to read. Original. It's an interesting take on Sleeping Beauty. I was just laughing reading it. Actually, this is my youngest sister's book, so it's for little kids, but it's sort of a novella. Hilarious. Really. 5 stars!

Now I'm done with fairy tale retellings, I've moved on to magic and wizards. Yeah, I 'm reading the last book in the Harry Potter series now. I received this three years ago, but it's only now that I've decided to really read it. Besides, the 7th movie is coming to theaters this week! I want to read the book first before watching the movie. Movies always spoil great books.

31 Days Later

I'm back. And I can't believe that it's been exactly a month: last post was on Oct. 8 and now it's Nov. 8. What a coincidence that it's only today that I've finally decided or found time to post again. I mean, I just felt so... lazy. So now, I'm going to make up for everything. My resolution: post everyday! Piece of cake. (Really?)

So much had happened these past 31 days: activities in school, or just plain regular lessons, sem. break (awesome and boring and okay), to name a few. I actually don't remember a lot (isn't it funny that we sometimes forget our thoughts when we try to write them down? You know. They seem to shy away from you. Then when you don't think about this and that, they bother you). Oh, I also remember my mother had come back from Europe. She looked just like when she left (except maybe that she gained some weight. A little). Anyway, life's back to normal, or as normal as it was before.

So one word to describe everything? (Not only because Christmas is in the air now. But that can be a reason too...)

Cool.

Round Two

Second day of exams. And second to the last day. The in-between. The line between good and evil (good: tomorrow, because it's Saturday. Even if there is an exam. Evil: yesterday).

Hah. Really.

To keep the long story short, today was fairly average, in the sense that the exams were not that back-breaking, and not that easy-peasy. You know, in the middle. I'm just glad tomorrow's the last day, and I hope it will be okay (I hope so, because tomorrow's Saturday, and I have this belief deep inside my heart that Saturdays are always great. Or should be great.) Now I got to stop now, because I'm really supposed to be studying right now. (I've noticed that I always say "I'm supposed to do this and that". You know my problem? Yes, you do: procrastination and lack of will power.)

Round two of the exams goes to me. I wonder why.

I'm Supposed To Be Studying Right Now

Finally, first day of exams is done and over with. Whew. The exams today were simply torturous. I do not think my sleeping late last night because of studying paid off. I trudged through Math, stumbled through Social Studies, and panicked with CLE (you see, I loathe essays). What a relief to go home and eat and do nothing but rest.

Wish that was true. Two more days of exams! So I guess I'm supposed to be studying right now, but obviously I'm not. I'm feeling very tired and lazy and sleepy. It's always like this when I study: the adrenaline rush will only come when it's near midnight and my mind will be wide awake and alert, panicking that it hasn't accomplish a thing. Time for a change. This time, I have to push myself to study NOW and not put it off until the last minute. Study, study. Sleep early!

One day down, two more to go.

Things That Go Bump in the Night

And no, I'm not talking about ghosts or poltergeists or whatever unseen supernatural beings that may lurk around us. I'm talking about the ghosts in my mind: those things that torment me and distract me from living a satisfactory life. In short, thoughts that keep me from falling asleep easily.

You see, every night when I'm in bed, trying to fall asleep, thoughts would come uninvited in my mind, giving me a million worries and regrets, making my life seem meaningless. I mean, I'd be making myself comfortable and getting ready for my journey to dreamland, when suddenly there they would come: "Hey did I do this? - Did I finish (insert whatever)? - Oh no, is tomorrow the (insert whatever)? - I think I forgot something - When I was very small, I used to (insert long-forgotten event) - I KNOW I forgot something- Someday I want to (insert whatever) - I'm so pissed with today: I mean, I was feeling great when (insert annoying event) - Funny! (insert funny scene) - Things to do tomorrow: first, (insert task), then (another task), and (task), oh and (you know the word) - Wish there's no class - Wish it would be morning, I still have to (insert errand) - Why the hell can't these things leave my mind alone?"

So, I might indeed be crazy. But don't blame me, please. I blame it on my lack of sleep because of the annoying little thoughts bombarding me. I would be very sleepy when I climb to bed, anticipating a night of rest, when the moment I lie down, these little fiends come rushing in. Often I really don't notice that I would be entertaining these thoughts, until some part of me nudges me to finally get some shut-eye.

I wouldn't be surprised if those were the fairy-folk's own doing - to prevent mere mortals from getting much-needed beauty sleep.

P. S. Alternative title for this post: "Thoughts That Go Bump In The Mind". Just a thought.

[I guess this is how thoughts overwhelm you. Pic from here.]