Because I'm a Crybaby

Well,the title says it all. Yes,I cry a lot. Really. A lot.


The week has been a tough one,seriously,and horribly tough. (a little exaggeration on the 'horribly'). And I realized that if I've got a fatal flaw like all the demigods of Rick Riordan, it's my, obviously, emotion (yeah,that's in fact very human).


After a short talk (which,ugh,I cannot elaborate) tears just burst out of my eyes,and the first person to see me crying that day (the same person who insisted that I have that talk) sent me a message, "Pssst! Wag ka ngang umiyak.. ano ba to". And all I could say was, "Sorry naman,iyakin talaga ako."

And then the person to whom I cried it all out, laughed at me at the height of my emotion,leaving me saying,"You're such a true friend, you're laughing while I'm crying!". And I meant it.

The next few nights were still my "crying moments" and as I tried to console and counsel myself (Yeah,I actually do that sometimes), I got to remind myself that whatever extreme emotion I feel, I cry - happiness, sadness, fear, anger, irritation, excitement...ugh...name it. Sometimes, a simple situation/ scene/event/thing that triggers or provoke the emotion works. But sometimes it has to be extreme,like the I'm-so-touched happiness, or the I'm-so-depressed sadness, or the grrrr-I-want-to-throw-anything-and-shout-at-anyone anger, like that. The thing is, I easily cry.

And as much as I want to stop the tears from flowing, the emotion is just difficult to fight. And no matter how hard I try,breathing in and out just doesn't do the trick. Tears are unstoppable.

Friday's Letters

Dear Week, 
Thank you for being a little tough. You made me cry a lot and I think I needed that. You also made me forget to work at night and just lie down on my bed to read. Refreshing.


Dear Mr. Rick Riordan, (Percy Jackson,Annabeth,and the rest of the Olympus),
Thanks for keeping me company for the entire week. Your four exciting quests made me realize that challenges, no matter how tough they are, can be overcome.


Dear TJ and Sir EJ,
Thanks for laughing while I was crying and making me feel that I did the right thing.


Dear Students,
The last week of summer classes was well-spent, and the entire semester was awesome. Thank you!


Dear Sweetness,Tenderness,Kindness,Smiles, and Love Words,
Please continue pouring me with yourselves, and make me an instrument in spreading you to everyone.


Yours,
Val

Because I feel the Thrill :D

At around 5, we learn to read, at around 10 we read to learn. At around 13, we/some stop reading. 

I was one of them.

I didn't grow in a print-rich environment, and reading wasn't the kind of thing I would love to do. Even required materials were seldom read. My literature class was enjoyable during discussions, but the reading part was not. First few pages were read, and the bookmark was kept in place for months. 

Until I met the Little Prince.

I was inspired, I felt young, refreshed and relaxed. I cried, I smiled, I dreamed. I fell in love. With the fox, the snake, the rose, the pilot. I was then introduced to Yellow and Stripe, and I felt that there was Hope for the Flowers. I fell in love again. With the caterpillars, the cocoon, the butterflies, the flowers. With them, I hoped.

Then I lost the interest. Again.

Bookmarks stayed where they were again. Months were counted to finally get to the end, if I got to actually reach the end. Some lent were sent back untouched. 

Until the 4th of July, when I met James Patterson. I was given a 2nd Chance, to be the 6th Target.

Through him, I solved crimes with the Women's Murder Club. I investigated and hunted the suspects with Lindsay Boxer, examined the victims' bodies, and looked for other traces of evidence with Claire Washburn, fought a fair trial with Yuki Castellano, and reported crimes with Cindy Thomas.

I was also brought to the Beach House, and fought with Jack Mullen in looking for Peter's murderer, and more than that, proving that he was murdered. I felt bad when he was left by Dana, felt disgusted and disappointed at how money can buy people and turn the entire justice system upside down, feared for Jack's friends' lives, saddened by the death of some pertinent, special, and innocent people, and felt hungry for justice and fair trial.

Then I found myself indulging into mystery/suspense/thriller books. I finally found my interest. One of my interests. 

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I am no lawyer, neither am I a cop. I have no plans of going into solving crimes, or committing one. But I found my interest in reading through gruesome details, social issues, murders and the like. I love the mystery behind, the feeling of suspense and thrill as you are astonished by how things go, and to go round and round wanting more. 

Now,bookmarks don't stay where they are.

Killing Time

Sitting on someone else's chair, in someone else's office. Hearing someone else's office mates and friends talking about someone else's stuff.

It's 3:23 in the afternoon, and all I can do is stay in this place, wait til it's 5, and stare at this computer. How I wish a good book was right in front of me now....

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