Trial In Class

There was a trial in class today. It was lunch. But it seemed to be a different kind of trial. There were two people being defended. One of them did something wrong. It was funny, though. There were two defendants and two lawyers, eh? No prosecutor. Well, the lawyer of the other person was the prosecutor, I suppose. There was also a witness. And, there was proof. I had the proof. Camera. Thanks, ate Janji. For letting me borrow it.

We didn't win, though. Besides, I was on the other side. I was just hired to go and help this side that I'm on. xD

But it was still fun :D

Senti

I miss our UP days as well! All the food, the conversations, the books, the sceneries - everything was close to perfect. We were in our own little world. ;-)

So how was Japan- it was an amazing journey. From the food, to the sights, and the people. I ate ramen, gyoza, takoyaki, yakiniku, and a lot of other yummy food. You can go anywhere by train. And you can get lost there as well. A lot of people were wearing anime costumes and of course their traditional kimonos. They were very lovely. You can also see different colours and styles of stockings and tights worn by women. Everyone was so animated and polite. And the best thing was that I got to spend a wonderful time with jon. I am craving for more, I want seconds!!! I want to go back there after a year or two. Hopefully we can all go together. :)

How was it?

Dear Mrs. C,

I love my postcard. You know me too well I guess.

I miss you. A couple of days ago I dreamed you were getting married again, but the ceremony was simpler and smaller, and you just hired photographers from a nearby mall.

I'm glad that you seemed to enjoy it. I hope we will have a chance to go there together. Especially since your little sister loves anything connected to Japan.

Love you. Last night, just before I fell asleep, I suddenly remembered when we were in UP, and we had breakfast together at Katag. And I realized how happy I was then, and how big your absence is in my life.

Oyasumi.
Ji

Japan.

I've always wanted to go there, although the problem of language might disappoint me because all the things I want to learn are hidden by that thorny barrier. Still, I am vicariously excited for your sake, ate.

I wracked my brain for anything to put in a wish-list, but there is none. My other sisters might have their own desires. Perhaps a pack of blank design-it-yourself postcards if you can pick one up cheaply enough. I read they were becoming popular there.

Kiara wants a kimono, but that's just a passing thought. She won't have the opportunity to use it anyway, and I know the one you got was expensive. Just take a lot of pictures, and have fun. Take a lot of those souvenir stamps like in Kate Williamson's book. But socks. (Hehe. J/K)

Love you!

Fojee

Happy Valentine's Day

There was a dance at school. I had to come because if I didn't, I would be watching some movie. What I did there was-- I didn't dance. I just watched the people as they dance like 'whooosh' and weirdness.

A while after it all started, possible after one hour, our vice-principal told people to go to the front and dance. First were grade five guys, then girls, then grade six guys, then grade six girls, then grade 7 guys then girls THEN everyone was back to dancing. My friends and I didn't really dance. We just observed the people as some of them was slow dancing when the music being played was slow. Observed. My friend bought flavored water. She said it was sugary. There were lots of yelling at the dance. The music was loud. I was forced to yell too because my friend's wouldn't hear me if I had talked normally. After everything, our voices were lost in the silence. We couldn't talk anymore until we got back to class.

I cleaned my desk and got rid of the stacks of doodled paper inside my desk and threw it to the recycle bin. I fixed my bag and waited for ate MG but since she was too slow, I just went home.

Good night! XD
hershey here me come!!!

Snowballing

Snow drifted from the sky all day today. Mama calls home to tell us to be careful of slipping. (As she nearly slips herself.) Papa barks at us to wear high boots. (He'd have told us to stay home if he could.) But our spirits were too high.

We marched after class towards the mall, jumping this way and that, because who can resist the impulse of fresh snow, untouched, pure?

I convinced them both to walk over the field--which we have ignored these past months because we were convinced that it was muddy. On top of that field, where brown stalks peeked from a blanket of white, we lost our heads a little, and had a snowball fight.

My aim sucks. I got hit maybe three times on the head; Chi's arm is good. Kiara ended up with wet pockets, while my mesh bag full of books ended up with scattered ice, and Chi had fistfuls of the white stuff in her hoodie, and down her back. We ended with numb hands, and me exhausted from hysteric laughter.

Snow days have their positive sides too.

A beginning, scribbled on a post-it

When Maya was born, nothing happened.

The doctor looked around the room desperately. The baby's mother, Minaella, was too exhausted to notice his panic. But in his hospital greens, standing by the door with a high-quality recorder glowing with the faint steady pulse of magic, Argus de Seo paled at the implications.

His first-born child was a Null.