"Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch

#WhatHaveIBeenUpToLately

Our lecturer read this story to us and sang these lines to a lullaby tune "I love you forever. i like you for always. as long as I’m living, my baby you'll be." she has such strong beautiful voice i cried silently while listening. She narrated it so perfectly it felt like i was given a gift. The story was crazy and touching. I laughed and cried at the same time. I wish I had videotaped the whole thing so I can capture that moment.

Now, i can’t stop singing the song in my head. "I love you forever, i like you for always, as long as im living, my baby you'll be" LSS *last song syndrome*

I think i may have been prone to crying lately. I cry at the most unlikely places. This sudden burst of emotions from i don't know where surprises me. Can’t you see there's a lot of people here my tears?

I got a scholarship from a review center in preparation for my LET board exam. Even though i did not pass the required percentage for the full scholarship, they still decided to give it to me. Sometimes at the middle of the review (especially when the lecturer is brilliant) i stop myself, how lucky am i to be here? I'm too blessed. Thank you, Lord!

My dad and I, we are still at it at some days. Although little has changed, but it has gotten mild.

I bought 1 rim of newsprint and will start to write my morning pages. I’ve been doing it for a while last year but i somehow stopped. Now, I’m getting back to it, scheduling my morning routine to make way for it.

I can’t stop buying books!!! Help!

I’ve noticed I’ve been manifesting things i want lately. yay!

This post reminds me of the stories i wrote when i asked God what he has been up to lately. There was this story where he went to India and meditated with a young monk on a top of the mountain facing another mountain. Where he poked the young monk, he got tired meditating because he can’t sit very still when happy. Another when he stalked very, very, old couple in France observing their daily routine. The old couple doesn’t talk much; they know each other too well. And they sleep a lot. I had to laugh at the stories God has to tell. Although i think sometimes that it is just me creating stories for myself when i get bored. I'm like: "God, I’m bored. What have you been up to lately?" I’d like to believe that it is really God telling me his own adventures. That he too is having fun.

I drew this the other day.

I was studying Geometry while doing this hence the shapes.

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What have I Been Up to Lately?

I have no idea who took this. Unknown file on our desktop.

Ever since the bombing in our city, I've developed this strange fear of things suddenly blowing up when I'm in crowded places. This sensation of fear and anxiety could drive me far away from the place where I am at. Also I have developed this heightened awareness of bags put away in suspicious places. I can spot them everywhere; once in a bookstore, and another at the hallway of a mall. A bag put in the ground unattended is positively a ticking bomb for me that I have to get away fast. This is crazy, to actually be so affected.

My counter spell which most of the time i forget to memorize when under threat is: even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i fear no evil for you are with me. There!

I bought a book entitled Uncle Tungsten Memories of a Chemical Boyhood because i was fascinated of the things they tell at the back cover. It's a scientific memoir. Why I am writing about this is not specifically because of the book but because of the person who used it before me. I was surprisingly delighted to discover that we have the same manner of highlighting things on books- mostly brackets and arrows enclosing beautiful sentences; not so much as to distract the reader but visible enough to notice the markings. I liked that he has this sense of "other people might want to read the book" he kept it neat.  Which is my guiding principle on book markings too.

I noticed that whatever book I'm reading has an impact on my writing. If I read beautiful books, i tend to sound beautiful too. I had read about this phenomenon. I find it rather sad and fascinating. Sad because I have not yet found my own voice, and fascinating because I could actually just keep reading beautifully written books every day to write beautifully too.  The problem is I get lazy.

I am in the middle of reading a beautiful story, an enchanting book filled with moon people. I am also in the middle of preparing for my midterm exam next week. I am in a beautiful mess.

The urge to do something I know not has returned. So I keep starting projects i am not able to finish. Not this, not that. If only it could talk and just tell me plainly what to do, I would not be so bothered like I am now.

I cannot keep myself from buying books. It is an addiction. I am happily addicted I'm afraid. Now, if only id be able to read them all. Sigh.

I have fascinating classmates. Because I don’t get to see them every day I am naturally curious about them and them about me. As we do reporting every classes, I am fond of observing who are nervous and who are not, which are eloquent and which are not. I have classmates who are generous with their smile; classmates who smile first when they see you. I always feel acknowledged when they do. I am not that generous with my smile nor am I the first to say hi. I wish I could be, but I have long given up beating myself about it. My shyness does not make them uncomfortable either (don't get me wrong, i also have friends). When sometimes i fee like it, I smile first and they always smile back, even the security guard at our University smiles back. Such a wonder what a smile can do.

I have been learning about the Theories of Learning. I keep meeting Grandpa Thorndike and Uncle Jean Piaget they sound like family already.

The trees (4) in our backyard have blossomed like they belonged to a forest. I can hear birds from my room, and they are increasing in number.

I actually liked people who cry easily. Who can be touched deeply by ordinary things and simple gestures? I knew one and I always don't know what to do when she cries, but it gives you so much joy that a simple gesture could move her so, so soft hearted and i liked it.

Has anyone been following FIBA ASIA? Because we are! Go Gilas Pilipinas!