The Bravest Scared Girl That I Am.

I just finished my first-ever original composition.

And, heck why not, I'll be posting it here soon.^^

Weeee! Sunshine all around!

We Sing Because...

... when words dance to a tune, they make us feel more noble. The humblest of words is lifted up in idolatry... if only for but a few beats...

November 4 Marker.

My first song ever... great cause for celebration.:)

Chuck and cliques.

Food is beginning to find its appeal again.

Intermittent pain.

Late-night texting with two relevant individuals.

Some Old Journal Entries.

While waiting for my sister a while ago, I reread my old journal... it's not that old actually as I haven't even filled it all up yet but while reading it I realized that there were so many entries that I actually forgot all about.

Whilst reading I got reacquainted with old joys and pains. Old anger and jubilation. The things that have carved themselves on the trunk of my being.

Hmm... I forgot the point I was working towards... Hmm...

Haha, good or bad, I am not here to complain about what are now had-beens.

Sigh, eventualities... I am where I should be right now.:)

November 3 Marker.

Old stuff into a new place.

Toted five bags.

His RPG fever.

Longer minutes before the sternum attack.

A healthy reminder from Janice.

Six-hour wait into the dawn for the seat I have now.

Reread my journal... naturally: realizations.

November 2 Marker.

Lone show with four gangly boys.

Tall cup of coffee.

Conversation with an old friend.

Conversations with old friends.

Two minutes upon waking without the sternum attack.

A plastic box full of clothes and kitchen stuff.

A tin box for intimates.

And a basket made for girls.

Encouragement from two people somehow...

November 1 Marker.

Mother of my beloved niece in my room, talking.

Long talk under the trees, crunching leaves under my heels.

First skull punch.

Will try to stay on the road I finally saw.

(Sigh, and the mighty beer failed. Haha.)