Words to Live By

I like these inspiring, awesome words from some songs:







Cute. And I can't stand it. ;)

Tardiness 101

I sat in the backseat of the car, my sisters beside me. I pressed my face on the window, looking out and gazing down the long line of cars ahead of us and the other long line behind us. Stuck. How the hell am I going to get to school now? No, that's wrong. The real question is, WHEN will I ever get to school?

It was a nightmare being crammed like sardines in the backseat while I knew the clock was ticking away. You know that feeling when you're in a bad (terrible, in this case) situation but you can't do anything so you stay there helpless, watching and waiting for a miracle? That was how I felt. I kept grinding my teeth, clenching and unclenching my fists, crossing my fingers, taking deep breaths, jiggling my foot impatiently, clearing my throat, praying for a miracle, and practically wanting to bang my head on the window and burst out of the car and march straight to school. Forget getting hit by a car.

"They're not letting us pass!" wailed my youngest sister. She looked at our driver. "Mang Claro, please...blow the horn now! It's so unfair!" Then she went, "What's the time now? I'm late, I'm late! My teacher will get mad!"

I wished she would stop complaining. It didn't help. It made everything more nightmarish.

Heck. How long still am I supposed to wait? I absolutely cannot be late. When I was in the 1st and 2nd year a typical day for me would be half-running, half-walking to class, with barely a minute left. Now that I'm in 3rd year, I had made a resolution: never, ever be late, even once. For the last couple of weeks, ever since the first day of school, I hadn't been late, not even once. It could have been a world record if it had gone on for a month.

But sadly, no record for me. I was going to be late, no matter how much I do tons of positive thinking and crossing of fingers.

I am so dead.

Finally, after what seemed like a million years, we were in school. And so continued my race against time. After almost two years of nearly being late (and really being late), I was no stranger to the rigors of beating the dreaded ringing of the school bell. Run (it's okay to trip at times) and still be able to keep your composure. Smile and show the the world you don't care at all. (Okay, that's not what I do. But still...)Make sure at least one foot, or any other part of the body is already inside the classroom when the bell rings.

Ah, the joys of tardiness! Hey, at least you get some exercise.

So I was running, stumbling, panting. I walked past the classrooms and saw all the students lined up already outside for the flag ceremony. It was about to start.

And I was late. Again.

My new resolution now: Never ever be late TWICE. Once is okay, but not twice. Maybe that could be my world record instead.

Randomness: Babbling Nonsense

I honestly don't know what to write about right now. My mind is just blank. No flashes of inspiration, no lightbulbs (you know that lightbulb on top of people's heads, in comics?). So I'm just stuck.

I've kind of read once that if faced with a writer's block, one should just write anything that comes into their mind. Write away, and soon ideas will be coming out like a fountain.

So now I'm here trying hard. I'm really supposed to go off to bed now, especially since my dad's gonna burst at any moment. And tomorrow it's school again. I haven't even started packing my things.

Today's father's day. (Right?) We've just greeted papa, and had shown him a couple of videos (all day mama had bugged me to finish them and show them to everyone. Whew...).

Hershey (our new shihtzu) is so adorable! He's panting on the floor, playing with a ball, and half-annoying, half-charming us. He really looks like a rag right now, so I might step on him. Sometimes I think our floor is so clean because he mops it with his fur (so long and thick). I don't think the poor dog could even see at all.=)

Today was just like any other day. Sunday, at home, doing homework, procrastinating. Oh, and eating. Lots of it. At school I only eat during recess and lunch, and then the whole afternoon I starve (no allowance yet! =D). But on weekends it's heaven. On a Saturday I sit, eat, watch TV, sit more, Net, eat more,laze around. Sunday's when I finally get the strength to do my homework (often doing it when 6:00 pm comes). That's only when the haze in my brain fades away and I face the reality that tomorrow's back to school and no eating at every moment anymore. Sigh.

Tomorrow's another fresh, blank page to write on.

Oops, papa calls me again. Warningly. So I think I better go now. It wouldn't be wise to disobey ;).

Babbling's over. At least I've written something.