Wah... Today was a semi-stressful day. Haay... I.W. and the English soliloquy... Wah. Class mass tomorrow. We had to cram the backdrop. I ended up finishing it. Hehe, it felt cool to actually be there in the Quiet Zone, working by myself on the backdrop. I really felt like a junior. Grabe... I can't wait until the weekend.

Hehe, it's Mica's birthday on Thursday. We have to do something for her on that day. Sana she can actually spend lunch with us on that day. Miss ko na si Mica eh. Ganun siguro ang buhay CO.

Ahahahaha, have kwento pala today! I was eating recess (pathetic graham crackers) with the kada, when suddenly Kat comes up to me. She says in a voice as normal as possible, "Christa, can I see your socks?" So I turn and show them to her and she says, "Can I borrow your them?" I tell her yes, and we go to the bathroom to trade socks, laughing the entire time. I turns out, her socks were bawal, because they had the Polo Sport logo on them, and since she was a CO, she couldn't afford to be seen wearing them. Haay.... Buhay CO talaga... The kada was laughing, because it was so weird.

Meron na naman akong bagong "org" sa class. Hehe! We are the SPC - Samahan Para sa Chocolate! (We even have codenames - I'm now known as "Goddess Godiva"! Bwahahahaha!) Hehe, Lian, Dana, Ericka and I were standing around during English class (free period, because Mrs. Perez was absent), when we started talking about chocolate - and in the process, drove ourselves insane with craving. So tomorrow, each one of us is supposed to bring chocolate to share. So ang saya! Magdadala ako ng Twix bukas... Whee!

So... My semi-stressful day turned out okay after all. I'm tired, but I'm smiling now at least.

I was able to write another poem kanina... Spanish got boring kasi...

Writer's Block

My fingers hover
over the keyboard,
poised to fly
at the first spark
of inspiration, the
flame from a
muse's flint.

I push aside:
the image
of your bowed head,
the scent
of our familiarity,
the sound
of my unringing phone,
the thoughts that
whisper *you*

And I wait,
wait for the
kindling that will burn
through my numbness
and create.

But my fingers are still,
and I remain unmoving,
eyes fixed on the blinking cursor,
the thrilling heat of
revelation and light
does not come.

I find my matches
blackened at the tip -
as I am left with
only you,
like a cold night
with only coal and its
dying embers,
coldy glowing.
And I try in vain for
a warmth that can
never be.