Because.. Because..

You may not always appear to be an idiosyncratic exciter
Sometimes just a life afficionado
But not always for negation
A handful as you may always be
More than tolerable as well
Just like in a quilt, everything's abstractional

Clock ticks, seasons change, but don't have it missed
Regrets does not end up just there
Make use, don't just sell
It may not be understandable in a move
Probabilities are limited for some elixir
Make a bow, a smile and a hi
See through and have it a do

Pens and Papers

Pens and Papers are my greatest weaknesses. Yea. I don't think it's all bad that I'm bringing this up. Haha. 

With my pens, I write. I love writing my thoughts. I love making quotes, quoting people and writing their quotes that I like in a particular notebook I've most probably made. It's my hobby. For some, maybe it stresses them to make some compositions, or such crafts, but whenever I do, I enjoy it a lot, seriously. :) Writing, making crafts such as bookmarks, scrapbooks, notebooks, notepads, boxes, and else makes my day.

After sometime, I have realized that I have been into collecting and making notebooks, scrapbooks, mostly those that I find unique are the ones that I buy. But most of them, I don't use. It would feel a little heavy if I would need to use them due to the scarcity of those normal sterling notebooks here. However, most of them, I use in my journals, and other collection of writings. I don't use them as my notebooks in my school subjects. I wanted to have that unique style per subject per notebook, as much as possible, but that does not happen all the time. Anyhow, I love taking notes aslo. :P

Also, whenever I would feel bad, happy or whatever, I most likely would write it on my notepad or journal. I realized I have been collecting notebooks and pens when I was in second year highschool. However, even before that, I already designed my subject notebooks each. Before that, I have collected lipglosses. Haha. I had 23 lipglosses in just a year. Was not able to use it all, though. And it was just a waste of money, most of them expired before I got to use them and empty one canister of lipsitck. :l So, the season of collecting lipglosses ended within a year. O_o

Ever since, I just loved writing. Maybe that's why it branched out into the love of pens and papers. Since then, National Bookstore (in particular or some random bookstore) has also been a haven of light feeling. Haha. O_o I feel like a little child whenever I would go there. (Forgiveness please. :PP) It's like a playground. :) Where all my toys- colored pens, various papers are found. Until I found Papemelroti a couple of years ago, it then, also became a playground for me. I would stay there for a little while, and look at new products and stuffs. Some of which I like, especially that blank notebook with writings of blue ink in its front page of various quotations. I love blank papers. I can write 'borderless' or for the context of a notebook- margin-less. Hihi.  :D

Someday, when I get the time to know how to make a book of blank papers such as that one as I've seen in a movie, I would make or buy (or have myself a made to order somewhere of that kind) one. It's like that one seen in the Princess Diaries 2 (partly in Part 1 also) which is the personal Diary of Princess Mia herself. Thick, hard bound journal with cute textured papers (seemed absorbent for sign pens). (It's like this one in Papemelroti, but thicker pages and harder bound.) :P

This is my picture of them a year ago. *not updated* Tahaha :))

I also love stamps. :P

Can't Sleep

I am just having a hard time sleeping really early. I know it's not the best thing, you see. Good thing, it's vacation that's why it's a little more tolerated.

Even before the past semester, I am already sleeping at almost 230am in most days, even 3am. And now, It's already in the middle of the vacation and am still sleeping at 2am in the morning even before, when vacation started, I sleep at 4am, I even catch sunrises at 5am. I am also fond of it in a way, because I can write, read, think better or even reflect at these times better than day time since it's more quiet and there are few distractions- the noises of my pets, etcetera. Everybody's asleep, no one can bug me or talk to me. I have my focus. Am I that much nocturnal already? Ugh. My body clock is really having a hard time adjusting to my aimed body clock of sleeping at 10pm to 11pm, atleast, and waking up at 4am maybe, and doing, then, my devotions, writings, readings, reflections, etcetera. Am doing my best to change it.

However, in most cases, at around 1am to 2am, my mind begins to think of a lot of things, my mind begins to compose sentences that would have been my lessons learned for a day or even in random. My mind begins to be enthusiastic to read, and want to interact with articles, with my pen and papers-- to write. Am I that weird now? Haha. My mind is just so active in those hours. I would try to sleep and voila, after the next few minutes, I have just constructed quotes, passages, etcetera. No sleep happened. Not until 2am, I would be most probably awake. But atleast it's not that 'late' by now, it's already 2am that I actually feel myself wanting to sleep, not as before where I even reach 4am or 5am in doing things. 

Discipline. Discipline. Discpline.

A Surrogate Mom

Even before the semester ended, we were already aware of our cat being pregnant. However, I never come to think of it that cats would need a surrogate mom for her babies, since their breed is quite lazy for some things.

So the day came. I was even watching a 3-hour movie before I noticed she was to give birth. It was just right in time, my vacation from school. I got nothing to do. I never saw an actual Queen (pregnant cats) giving birth. So... there, she gave birth. Everyone in the house panicked for quite a while. We even called a vet. But she said, most cats can do it all by themselves, we just have to monitor them but not stress them that much. I really don't know what to do. I kept chasing her and looking after but mom said to leave her alone because she is looking for her nest (a place to settle and there, give birth). So I obeyed. Haha. And suddenly, I did not notice her for some minutes already. I got curious where she may be, so I looked for her. And... I saw her! She was beneath some dirty box at our dirty kitchen, so I tried cleaning it. However, it was a little deep. So I disturbed her, since it was dark inside, I could not see everything that's at the bottom part of it. So I tried patting may hand through the box, by that time, she left already. So I thought, all's clear. Then suddenly, I saw this black furry thing, like a small mouse, moving somewhere in the box. I ran to get a flashlight, and pointed it to the moving thing, and voila! There goes a kitten! A little moving kitten. I shouted and called my mom. My mom said I am stressing the cat and made her leave her nesting place. So we just transferred her in a bigger, cleaner box, but she's alright. So we left her there, with the first kitten. There was a curtain covering the box but it was well ventilated.

At the end of the day, she gave birth to 5 small, black kittens. I was the one who cut their umbilical cords, and helped our Queen in cleaning her kittens. I was the one tasked to check on them on a daily basis. So there, you got it. A Surrogate Mom!  :) The journey of 6 cats and a surrogate mom. :))) Haha.

He was Held Up, Wounded and Almost Hit by the Bus, and Stabbed

(I was left here at home and my parents with my grandma rushed my brother to the hospital due to his wounds that cannot be treated here at home.)

Minutes ago, we got a call from my brother's girlfriend. I was surprised that she would call my mom's number and ask her to put me up on the phone. With her voice shaking and abnormal breaths, she told me that my brother was robbed but he was already safe.

She told us that he was robbed. As the story gets clearer, it was said that two robbers bumped into my brother at Baclaran, as he was supposed to ride the bus, the two robbers got a hold of him and instead of the bus driver waited for him to get on, that SELFISH bus driver closed the door of the bus. SO my brother was left out in the open vulnerable with those two robbers. As a fighter, my brother fought the robbers, however, even before going home from his shift from the hospital, he was already dizzy due to the deprivation of sleep. So he fell on the ground as he fought the two who kept on pulling and getting his bag from him. He said, he was almost stabbed by the other man, (and I don't want to say that-- luckily, but) with the Lord, protecting his child, there was a Taxi Driver who pointed his Taxi's headlights to the scenario. So those robbers (though, the story of how they left wasn't that clear yet) got off him. So this Taxi Driver, though occupied by another woman, chose to rescue my brother from the scenario. They went straight here at home and the Taxi Driver, whose name, I do not know yet, but whom am really thankful of, as they arrived here, reported to my parents of what happened and my brother came inside our house, as anticipating as I am for his appearance, I still got shocked. He was so pale, so weak, with torn scrubsuit, red knees because of blood, his left palm red with the (I guess) first degree of skin peeled off, elbows bruised and bleeding, and feet with scratches, he entered through the door. I don't know what to react first.  I asked him what happened, but he can barely talk. Just murmurs. When he took of his shirt, there's even a small scratch on his right stomach. It was just so heart-breaking. So he sat down. He said, he can still take it, no need for him to be rushed in the hospital. (Yeah? See my brother's fighting spirit?) But we were already persuading him to be rushed to the hospital, because the wounds are deep. So in a little more discussion, he agreed. SO they left and I am left here at home with this feeling.

I am writing this in full faith that my Lord never sleeps and those who did bad to my brother will experience HIS WRATH.  Though we may not be able to catch up on them.. (but am still not loosing hope) and also to that BUS DRIVER who closed his door to my brother as he was rushing to the bus as these two men came rushing on him. 

Still, He takes care of His children. Am just so thankful.