Honestly, I dunno what to write here now. Maybe Im just too tired. I had a long day. We went earlier this afternoon in a Mental Health Unit for our exposure in the Psych world. I was half excited, half nervous. I even thought of not going because I haven’t started writing our assignment yet (due to some unexpected factors). But I still tried. I thought I’d be late. But fortunately, I wasn’t. A lot of concerns bugged my jumpacked encephalon. I had to finish writing my thing and at the same time, rehearse our skit for our presentation. Plus, my tummy is not cooperating at all. Grrr…
Good thing, my stirring rods are always there to help me mixed my system up and tune it on. We did well on our part- me being SUPERMAN is totally a hilarious thing! HAHA! I’d rather be Electra.
CARMEN ELECTRA that is. WHooooaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *KiDDinG*wiNk***
And so we flown to the fortress of the warriors. We, of course, had to be prepared with our shields and… well just shields.. *weapons were not allowed..Unless badly needed.^_^
Unfortunately, the masters wouldn’t allow us to enter the dungeon unlesss we have the key on hand. That left us with no choice but to leave the place and go back to our castle.
And now, I must rest.
For tomorrow at the rise of the sun, another battle awaits us.
Guten nack.
ciao 
1st time I wrote a poem…or was it a poem after all???
-the free-verse edition-
Well,this soul reckon that she wasn’t worthy to be here..
but for some reason that even the wise can’t decipher..
He still blowed the breath of liFe..
and the world was never the same again.
During the youngest of times..
She wandered..barefooted and alone.
Scared of the unknown.
But there were hearts that are kind and pure
who lifted her up and made her whole..
The same hearts whom she thought
have left her in the cold..
This made her say "Heck,this life wasn’t bad after all^,^"
She is the simplest of all..
But mind you!
She was designed intricately by the hands of the most powerful<
She has so much love to give..
but so little opportunity that’s given..
She could be the weakest..
bUt never was she the quitter..
What other eyes cannot see..
Her heart can feel..
And when their mind forgets..her heart remembers..
When everyone seems so cruel..
She just sits at the corner..
and sAy a LiL praYer..
She never asked for the best things in life..
But she is thankful for every good thing that comes..
She is not the perfect replica of Eve..
But for sure, she’s ReaL..
Having seen the world with all its inequities, complexities, and ambiguities..
She still carries on..
Do you wonder why?
It’s simply because
You’re
part
of
her
WorLd..
and that alone makes her life
worTh LiVin’