Thursday, June 24, 2010

How Our Classrooms Suddenly Turned Into Newsrooms?

School year 2010-2011 opened exactly a week and a day ago. Upon the opening of this new semester comes greater responsibility (Not that Tobey Maguire responsibility kind of thing but just simple responsibilities like not being late on class, if you get what I mean), bigger changes, and a lot of adjustments to make. There's a lot in store for us on our Third year in UST.

Aside from our building being newly painted and renovated, our schedules and room assignments changed. Even professors and instructors do, plus we now have four major subjects to take. Most of our classes now ends at 9pm, 5-day class everything on the afternoon shift. These courses are more complicated than the previous ones, and note that each class's duration is 3 hours. Very different from the one-hour or one-and-a-half class morning shift classes that we got used to. This must be the price we pay for somehow slacking off on our first two years in College, adjustment's inevitable. This got to be the real thing. I foresee challenges ahead. A lot actually. I observed this on the past first five days I've been spending on different classrooms. Maybe the only thing that didn't change was our block, same familiar faces but better ones I must say.

June 16 happened, and in one snap...

Our classrooms suddenly turned into newsrooms, how?

We instantly became reporters/writers/researchers our Professors or Instructors became our boss and editors. We research for stories then submit our articles on deadline, they check it. That's just about it. Sounds easy? Truth be told, it just sounds like it but the process is not as easy as that. I speak for myself, I don't know with others. Some are born to write anyway.

Meanwhile, about the experience I'm learning a lot. I'm trying to note what I've been learning so far.

On Lit 3, The professor said we should keep up on our acads because the only choice we have is either to sink or swim.

On Feature Writing, The professor stressed out that we should mean whatever we say and whatever we say we'll mean. He also said that everyday is a deadline for writers. These deadlines drives us crazy but when it does, it makes us work harder since it gives us undue pressure.

On News paper practice and management, The professor said deadlines are sacred. Indeed it is.

On Literary Journalism, The professor highlighted some anecdotes about the misfortunes of reporters who got late. Tardiness should be strictly avoided on our field.

These are just some, I also have Spanish, I.T. in the Newsroom, Experimental Psychology, Filipino 2 classes where I've also learned a lot. I note what they say, because I believe everything matters. I've had a lot of lessons in my head over the week, imagine that. It's good that I'm learning. First day was not just mere orientation or the same old introduce-yourself-in-class session, some segway-ed their lessons already. On one class we even had a mock press-conference. Classrooms surely turned into newsrooms. We may encounter several surprises like this along the way, I must prepare. Or at least I should be alert or aware. (I can't find the perfect word. ha.)

So this has been me, reporting to you the happenings on my come back to school, I'd be updating you when something's newsworthy enough, wait for the next deadline.

By the way, I posted some photos of my second assignment below, to interview a Freshman at the Thomasian Walk. I am working on this article now with my oh-so-reliable friend/partner Bianca. Good luck to us! (In case you're wondering what's my first assignment, it is a critique paper on any feature article of my choice, there.)

(Covered the Thomasian Welcome Walk yesterday. Freshmen spirits on high!)

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Last Tango, then Paris

I bet you know what just happened if you are a Gossip Girl addict.

Right, I just watched the Season 3 Finale of the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite. And yes the title is "Last Tango, then Paris". Wild guess on Season 4? Yup yup, Some scenes will be taken in Paris. I.CAN'T.WAIT.TO.SEE.THAT. For real. I mean, really. Okay enough, it's in its nth power exaggeration already, too much hyperbole.

So about the finale, one word: TRAGIC. Everyone ended up heartbroken all because of Little J. And with the jaw-dropping ending, Chuck Bass just can't die. Gossip Girl without Chuck Bass is taboo. I can never imagine that, especially now that Chace Crawford (Nate Archibald) got arrested (in real life). That just can't happen. Will join boycott if ever. Make Chuck Bass alive! After all Chuck Bass is Chuck Bass, and everybody loves him, without a doubt. Kill anyone but not him, they already killed Bart Bass. But on second thought that would be the magic of Season 4, turn things upside down with its shocking twists. I'm hoping it'd be a good one. It should be an exciting one, the return of Georgina Sparks, Single ladies Blair and Serena Jenny leaving, Paris, Dan going to Prague? Death of Chuck Bass? One new spectacular season. If ever Chuck's strong character would be gone, it surely won't be forgotten. So much of the girls who cried for him and who will cry if that happens. September 2010, xoxo Gossip Girl, bring it on!

"And all in the instant everything changes, we leave the past behind and speed toward the unknown, our future. We set out for far off places and try to find ourselves, or try to lose ourselves exploring pleasures closer to home. The problem start when we refuse to let change happen and cling to old habits, but if we hold on to the past too tight the future may never come." -Gossip Girl

*I seriously took an effort on transcribing this parting line of Gossip Girl. I'm that addict. Don't you agree that the quote is so sensible?*

Saturday, June 12, 2010


I can't get enough of Daria!!!

(MTV's Daria: Full Cast)
Preview: The people of Lawndale just don't get Daria Morgendorffer. She's cool with that. See, Daria was born alienated, and now she's just trying to make it through high school with as little human contact as possible. Popularity, friends, activities...whatever. Daria lacks enthusiasm, but she makes up for it with sarcasm. Daria is the spin-off of MTV's most sucessful cartoon, BeavisandButt-Head. (

Why didn't I think of watching this when Summer vacation is only starting? I feel bad I've only thought of watching it today. I should have done this before. Back when I have all the time in the world. Now I'm rushing things since my to-do list is still getting longer yet I am running out of time. Yet again, so many things to do so little time.

This TV show Daria was one of my all-time faves along side with As told by Ginger. Am I a geek? I just love those kind of settings. It's something just about the ordinary life. "Relate-able"actually if there is such a word. Not so much of a fiction although it's a cartoon, it still speaks about reality that's why I like it. And I'm addicted to it right now. Can't stop myself from thinking why only now again??? Didn't know it ran until Season 5 and I didn't know it started airing March,1997. That long? Goodness, it will take a lot of time to catch up. I've heard they would even come up with a DVD this year, awesome indeed. But till then I'll be having classes. Thank you very much swift time.

I'm five seasons behind but so what? That means I can still engage myself on watching this lovely cartoon in case boredom strikes anytime this school year which is most unlikely to happen. It's still all good, for now I have to kill Season 3 of Gossip Girl, Season 1 of Glee, let alone all the crap and sleep myself.

And hey, before I forget, I'd have to greet my Motherland, Happy Independence Day!
If not for Philippine Independence day there would be no entertainment, so Thank You. June 12.

Friday, June 11, 2010

The inevitable is coming soon.

This is the beautiful message from God:

On this day of your life, Rosette, we believe God wants you to know ... that inevitable is best accepted with serenity.
Message from God
There are times when you absolutely see no solution. When you've thought and thought and prayed and prayed; when you've sat still in meditation listening for an answer and still no answer comes. There are times when it's okay to just surrender.

That suits me best.

Many of my friends on FB swears that this Facebook application is one of the best. Somehow, what it says really fits what they feel. Most of the times it does. Not only for them but also for me. The message above is just one of the proofs. For the past few days, weeks, months I've been dreading the inevitable but just as the word suggest it is inevitable and I can't do anything about it. I have no power to fight it. In as much as I use all the strength and will power I have to control it, it will still happen just because it is meant to happen.

In case you are wondering what that inevitable thing is, those are actually events I do not want to happen but I'm certain will happen. More likely the future. But something negative on the future because not everything is bad after all. Often times these inevitable I'm dreading, I deal by ignoring or by forgetting but when it come I start to worry again but just as the message above says, I should surrender it. I know I should but I just can't stop worrying and ranting about those things or events I do not want, however I know it would not do anything so I should just let things be. I may resort to giving up but I should not instead, I should surrender these problems/worries/fear to God. That's the best way to deal with it. Face fears with faith. Let things be come what may.

You don’t expect stuff to happen. You can’t control it. You can’t control anything.-Sophia Moore

We must bear in mind that whatever heavy thing we held too long will only give us pain so we might as well let it go. In that way, we'll be able handle things lightly. Worry-free. And we'll have this relief we've been longing.

"Do not pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.-Bruce Lee

Monday, June 07, 2010

Hmm, Watcha say?

I am never good at anything. I'm not good in writing, sports, academics, public speaking, not good on everything artsy nor do I have a talent on dancing, singing or acting. I'm just a plain old Jane without a talent, maybe I do have but I haven't discovered it yet. Sometimes I wonder if this is normal. I mean not having something your good at, I wish I could excel on something because it sucks not being good at something. It's all average. Monotonous. But I do not hate myself for that, I still love me because I know I've been trying on fields I'm interested at. I still consider myself extraordinary because I may not be the best but I try. At least I do. At least I'm not that useless. Ha, seriously. You know what I mean. And you've seen them already, through my blogs and doodles.

Here's one of the things I'm interested at aside from writing, photography. I'm not joining the bandwagon of Digital Photography nor do I consider myself a photographer because I am not. I am no pro, I am only a photo-hobbyist. And I don't even consider myself good at it because I am just an amateur here. I do not even have any profile to show you either. I just take photos because I wanted to, sometimes it's vanity, sometimes it's for pleasure, sometimes I just have to and sometimes I just feel like doing so. I'm passionate about it like that. In fact I started taking photos at a very young age, even before I had my own camera at the age of 11.

Why do I heart cameras?

The first camera I ever had was a Film Compact Lens-Shutter camera (not-so-famous brand, I can't even remember the name). I got it when I once stayed in Japan for a vacation, the prize I've won from playing bowling I think, or was it because of a catalog promo? I can't remember either. We also had this black Canon Compact camera back in the 90's but it wasn't mine really so I did not get to use it very often. All of those were film so it was kind of costly, although, it's much better because you can see the real quality of the pictures. The second camera I got was a Polaroid which was a gift. It's not the usual Polaroid with white outlines, the ones my camera produces are photos with designed outlines. It comes in a very small size almost that of a 2x2 picture. Then came the age of Cell phone cameras which I've utilized very much for my daily documentation of vanity, events and whatnot, I am using them until now. The next was my 2-year old Sony Cybershot T70. With this camera, I took a lot of photos, thousands of them. I also took worth-taking videos. I love this camera because it has a lot of features, it's also pink, just saying. If you want to edit photos you can do it straight from the camera, you can even doodle on photos you've taken. The first time I put my hands on it, I found it hard because the language set was Japanese but later on I got used to its functions. It's one of my favorite gadgets. Also, I've had a lot of memories with this camera, concerts, trips, etc. that's why I treasure this one very much. I liked digital photography because of it, taking photos became cheaper because you can just store the photos in memory cards or PCs, although we all know there are pros and cons that comes with it. Finally, the latest camera I own is this Nikon D5000. My first DSLR, I never thought I'd have one. I named it Percy Jackson and I am his Grover, the protector.(OMG, I'm so corny!) I'm trying to discover its features yet because it's kind of new and the manual book was again in Japanese good thing the language settings was in English otherwise I'd be dumbfounded again. So far I'm loving it.

(Isn't it cute? DSC-T70)

I love taking random subjects, from fireworks, sunsets, clouds, flowers, things, people to places, but what I love taking the most are bokehs. Bokeh is the "aesthetic quality of the blur in out-of-focus areas of an image, or the way the lens renders out-of-focus points of light." as defined by Wikipedia. I've always found them beautiful. I wish I can take good quality pictures with bokeh-effect. I've been practicing this art now, but I am also waiting for Christmas season because this is the season of lights, which means more bokehs to take.

So far, here are some of the bokehs I took:

(Morning trial @El Jardin Resort, Bulacan)

(@ NLEX)

And these are the most recent ones, from the point of view of my Uncle's rooftop in Bulacan:

I'm so obsessed with bokehs that I don't even understand why. I found them romantic and very creative. I'd be posting another set once I've taken ones which I think is good enough. Gracias!

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Unbroken glass: Isang Maikling Kwento

Mataimtim akong nagbabasa ng librong Other Boleyn Girl ni Philippa Gregory sa Powerbooks. Badtrip kasi ako ngayong araw. Napag-initan ako ni boss sa trabaho, hindi ko nakuha ang loob ng kliyenteng Kano na nakipagtransaksyon kanina, kaya naman matapos ang work, nilakad ko ang kahabaan ng Ayala para makarating sa Greenbelt at deretso agad sa bookstore na ‘to. Alam mo na, para mag-unwind at panandaliang limutin ang realidad sa pamamagitan ng pagbabasa. Nasa kalagitnaan na ko ng pagbabasa nang mawala ang konsentrasyon ko dahil sa nakakairitang tunog. Yun pala, isang lalaking naka-headphone ang umupo sa likod ko. Di naman ako masungit at bugnuting tao, pero sa panahong ganito na badtrip ako ayokong may umiistorbo sa pagbabasa ko. Ubod ng lakas ng kanta sa MP3 niya, bingi na siguro ang taong ‘to. Lumalabas na sa headphones ang tunog ng pinakikinggan niya. Kung di ako nagkakamali ang pinapatugtog niya ay Sweet Child of Mine ng Guns and Roses. Makaluma naman ang taong to sa loob loob ko. Di na ko nagpatumpik-tumpik pa, kinalabit ko na siya. Laking gulat ko ng lumingon siya at ng makita ko ang kaniyang muka.

“Berns?!” Bulalas ko.

Berns, Berns, Berns, Bernard Suico, pano ko naman malilimutan ang taong ‘to. Si Berns na kaisa-isa kong ex, pinakisamahan ng tatlong taon, si Berns na nag-paalam at di na bumalik kaya pilit kong kinalimutan sa nakalipas na limang taon.

Hindi pa rin siya nagbabago, gwapo pa rin. “O Nina, Ba’t parang nakakita ka ng multo?” sabay ngiti niya. Hindi ko sinagot ang tanong na yun. N.R. kuno ako, siyempre galit pa din ako sa nangyari. Nagpaalam siya ng walang dahilan at matapos noon tuluyan ng naputol ang komunikasyon namin. Hindi ko na siya nakita matapos noon. Hindi na siya pumasok sa school, graduating pa naman kami noon. Bagamat hindi kami magka-batch sabay sana kami ga-graduate dahil 5th year niya na yun sa Archi ako naman 4th year na sa CFAD. Sobrang sayang. Pero ganun talaga. Wala akong ideya sa kung anumang dahilan ng aming paghihiwalay. Naiisip ko tuloy minsan, masyado ko na ba siyang mahal kaya nasakal na siya? O marami pa kong pagkukulang kaya nagkaganun? Wala pa din akong sagot kahit ngayon. Ayoko na lang din isipin. Tutal matagal na din ang limang taon. Sapat na ‘to para sabihing naka-move on na ako.

Dahil hindi ako sumagot, inaya niya na lang ako sa coffee shop o sa dinner. Wala pa din akong sagot. Kaya ang ending, hinatak niya na lang ako at wala na kong nagawa. Kaharap ko na siya ngayon sa isang lamesa dito sa Chinese Restaurant. Kami lang dalawa. Ano ba ‘tong pinasok ko? Dapat nag-object man lang ako. Pero naisip ko mas okay na ‘to kaysa naman sa coffee shop kami, mas mahaba ang usapan pag doon kami napadpad. Ok na din ‘to. Magpapanggap na lang ako na kumakain mamaya. “Waiter, Isang yang chao nga, birthday noodles, Fish Tofu at Beef Brisket. Tsaka dalawang Iced Tea na din. May gusto ka pa ba, Nina?” Hindi pa din ako sumagot. “Ah sige, kuya, Yan na lang muna. Salamat.” Ibinaba niya na ang menu, at kinuha ang kamay ko. Grabe, nanlamig ako. Dahil hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko. Ngayon ko lang napagtanto, wala pa ding nagbago sa nararamdaman ko, kahit may galit, mahal ko pa din siya. Na-miss ko nga ang ganitong pagkakataon na hinahawakan niya ang kamay ko. Pinalis ko ang kamay niya, pero nagpumilit pa rin siya. “Nina. Yung nangyari dati…” Pinutol ko na ang sasabihin niya. “Kung hihingi ka ng tawad at magpapaliwanag kung bakit ka nawala, ‘wag mo na ituloy. Masyado ng matagal yun, huli na ang lahat.” Hinigpitan niya ang hawak sa kamay ko. “Nina, pagbigyan mo na ko. Huli na ‘to. Hayaan mo naman akong makabawi.” Patuloy na lang siyang nagkwento, at di na lang ako kumibo hanggang sa dumating na ang mga inorder niya.

Walang kamustahang naganap. Sinimulan niya na ang litanya niya “Alam mo ba kung bakit ako nawala?, alam ko hindi mo alam. Sobrang nagsisisi ako na di ko ipinaalam sa’yo. Ang tanga tanga ko Nina! Alam ko yun. Di na ko nagtataka kung bakit ka galit sakin ngayon. Ayos lang sakin kahit sampal-sampalin mo pa ko. Ako naman kasi ang nagkasala.” Gusto kong maiyak, maawa pero di niya pa rin sinasabi ang dahilan. Tumungo na lang ako habang unti-unting kumakain. “2004 nang magpaalam ako sa’yo. Kung alam mo lang ang pinagdaanan ko, nawalan ako ng direksyon sa buhay. Lalo pa’t wala akong naging karamay. Nagkasakit kasi noon si Mama, na-diagnosed siya ng Cancer of the Colon, Stage 3, Si Kuya Brian naman nawalan ng trabaho, Si Bernice, nabundol ng truck. Hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko nun. Wala akong pagkukuhanan ng pera, si Papa dahil kaka-retire lang kakaunti lamang ang naipong pera, hindi sapat para tustusan ang pagpapagamot kay Mama at Bernice. Si Kuya kahit walang trabaho, ume-extra kay Tito sa tindahan niya para naman kumita kahit papano. Ako naman napilitang maghanap ng trabaho. Kaya iniwan ko ang pag-aaral, kahit na ilang buwan na lang sana nun ga-gradweyt na ko. Nakahanap naman ako awa ng Diyos. Pero sobrang hirap Nina, hati ang katawan ko sa umaga magbabantay ako, sa gabi shift ko naman sa call center. Halos di na ko natutulog, naging bahay ko na ang Ospital ng Maynila dahil dun na ko tumutuloy. *Blag!!!* Nahulog sa sahig ang basong iniinuman ko. Tila nakikiramay sa emosyong nararamdaman ko na magkahalong awa, galit at lungkot. Bakit kaya di niya man lang ako sinabihan sa mga pinagdaanan niya noon? Para saan pa at naging girlfriend niya ako? Pinulot niya ang baso at sumenyas sa waiter para humingi ng bagong Iced Tea, isang himala na hindi nabasag ang baso. Matapos iabot ng waiter ang order, nagpatuloy na siya sa pagkukwento. Namumula na ang mata niya, pigil na pigil ang pag-iyak. “Iniisip ko noon kung dapat kong sabihin lahat sa’yo ito noon. Pero napag-desisyunan kong ‘wag na lang. Ayokong dalin mo pa ang problema ko. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, aayusin ko muna lahat ‘to bago kita balikan. Nagkamali ako. Sana pala naging totoo na lang ako sa’yo.” Tumulo ang luha niya. Sa ngayon, ako na mismo ang humawak sa kamay niya. “Kung maibabalik ko lang ang panahon…” Itinuloy ko ang sasabihin niya. “Hindi mo sana ko iniwan at sinabi mo sana sakin lahat ng ‘to, tama ba?” Umiiyak pa din siya at ako, nanatiling matigas. “Oo, di bale ng iwan mo ko dahil puno ako ng problema at least nalaman mo manlang sana ang pinagdaanan ko. Pero di ko nagawa! Kaya sorry talaga. Kung may salita mas hihigit sa sorry yun na ang ibig sabihin ko. Hindi pa rin nagbabago ang nararamdaman ko sa’yo pero alam ko huli na ang lahat.” Nagkaron ng panandaliang katahimikan matapos niyang huminto. “Alam mo Berns, Hindi mo na sana pinatagal ‘to. Maiintindihan naman kita kung may pinagdadaanan ka nun eh. Kahit bata pa tayo noon, mature na din naman ang pag-iisip ko nun. Hindi kita pakakawalan ng dahil lang sa marami kang problema. Binigyan mo sana ko ng pagkakataong tulungan ka.” Tinitigan niya ako. “I know. Kaya nga ang tanga ko eh. Sorry talaga, baka hindi mo na ko mapatawad. Sobrang tagal ng limang taon. Nakita mo ba ang basong nahulog kanina? Ganun ako Nina, nagpakatatag kahit nahuhulog hangga’t sa makaahon na ko sa hirap. Nung naging maayos na ang lahat, hinanap kita, maniwala ka. Hindi na nga lang ako nagtagumpay dahil pati sa barkada ko nawalan na ko ng komunikasyon. Sana mapatawad mo pa ko, kahit na hindi na tayo mag-usap after nito, malaman ko lang na napatawad mo na ko. Magiging mapayapa na ang loob ko.” Tiningnan ko siya mata sa mata. “Hindi ako Diyos para hindi ka patawarin Bernard, hinintay ko din ang araw na ‘to. Gusto ko din naman ng maayos na closure, yung hindi basta paalam na walang dahilan. Limang taon din akong nagtaka sa nangyari satin, umasa na babalikan mo ko. Kaya nga hanggang ngayon single pa din ako eh. Kung kapatawaran lang ang hinihingi mo, matagal ko ng naibigay sa’yo yun. Yung galit na ‘to maya maya lang wala na ‘to. May katwiran ka din naman kahit papano, kaya pinapatawad na kita.” Tumayo siya at niyakap ako, umiiyak pa din siya. Binulong niya sa akin “Salamat Nina, I love you…” Naiyak na din tuloy ako. Wala na kong pakialam kung ano sabihin ng taong nakapaligid. Eksena na kung eksena. Moment namin ‘to.

*Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!*

Nagising ako sa tunog ng alarm clock. 10 am na pala! Kanina pa ring ng ring ang alarm clock na ‘to. Tinignan ko ang paligid, basa ang unan ko. Panaginip lang pala ang lahat. Napatingin ako sa kalendaryo, Holiday pala ngayon. December 31, 2009. Balik sa normal ang buhay ko. Binukas ko ang TV. “Breaking News, Isang lalaking nasaksak kaninang madaling araw sa EDSA matapos ipagtanggol ang mag-lolang tinututukan ng patalim ng holdaper namatay. Napag-alamang ang lalaking ito ay nagngangalang Bernardo Suico,na taga-Cubao ayon sa ID sa bag nito. Ang mga labi ng bangkay ni Suico ay ibinigay na sa pamilya at napagpasyahang iburol siya sa Paz Funeral sa Cubao…” Pinatay ko ang TV. Hindi ako naiyak, oo nalulungkot ako sa pagkamatay niya, pero natutuwa ako na sa huling sandal ng buhay niya, nakuha niyang mag-paalam at magpaliwanag sakin sa pamamagitan ng panaginip. Oo nga pala, bagong taon na bukas, sinadya niya siguro to para makapagsimula na ko ng maayos na buhay bukas. Panibagong tsapter kung saan wala na siya. Dali dali akong nanalangin para sa kaluluwa niya at nag-ayos na para bisitahin ang kanyang burol.

Author's note: All characters and event are not related from the author, everything was just a product of my imagination. This was my first short-story ever.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Good bye, May!

So long, farewell, my precious May.

It's hard to say goodbye to May, because it only means one thing, June starts and I am not ready.

June signals:

>Good bye to Summer vacay.

>Good bye to lazy ass.

>Hello UST!

>I'd be facing books and profs again. School's here in two weeks.

>Up to now, I can't get over my sched, I hope I will real soon.

>5-day class. And Saturday classes which ends at 9PM. hello.

>Commuting really late.

>Homeworks, projects, papers, papers and more papers.

>Writer's block. HUHUHU. :(

>Mental block.

>I say hey to stressful life again.

>More sleepless nights and eye bags. (I might look like a Panda by then)

>But it's still good cause it's Hello friends and familiar faces!

>Plus hello food trip on Carpark and etc. (But I just remembered we don't have a break so scratch that out.)

I miss eating @ Pasta Plates. How random.

Wishing everyone a smooth-sailing school year. May all of us have the endurance to face the challenges ahead. But first I've to face the long lines on enrollment day. God bless us all!

Too cute to handle

These planners/journals/notebooks are to die for!

(Back details of the notebook on the right)

Lately I've been impulse buying notebooks-slash-journals-slash-planners at Swell Stuff just because I found them cute. You do not know how it's a struggle to not resist things I want but don't need because I am such a thrifty person. Something like that, someone who's practical. Like when on groceries and I got an item which is expensive my mind goes: Is it worthy? Will I benefit from it? Will I be sad if I did not buy it? And when the answer's no, I bring it back to the shelf where it rightfully belongs. All these thoughts rattle me especially when I'm broke. I cannot afford to buy something I do not need just for the sake of having it. With these journals though, I do not regret. On my previous post I already said I thrifted out on my planner and have one created instead. Yet, a few months later here I am buying all the cute planners I can see. I am a little confusing like that. But don't you agree with me that these are cool finds? After all, it isn't expensive as moleskins and high-end planners wouldn't cost you a thousand bucks. It wouldn't hurt to buy one at all. The covers, inside pages are good and worthy enough. The only thing which bothers me now about these, is the fact that I do not have a good handwriting. It would hurt if I turn these beautiful journals into ugly-ducklings the moment I wrote on them. I should have utilize them in the best manner I can. In time. I'll make sure of that.

Something tells me it's better if I'd leave them alone. I have more journals here anyway, they will just serve as my spare tires for now because they are just too cute to handle.