My Happy Ending?

Who says fairy tales don’t come true?
Having someone to care for, love and trust, and be loved, cared for and trusted is the reason why we exist in the vast emptiness of this cruel world. (Ay, ano ba yan?)
I met him four years ago. He was a transferee student from a private school in our place. He became my classmate and seatmate. There was nothing special with the friendship we had. Just a nod and few hi’s and hello’s when passing by each other. Then on my junior years, I came to know him better and we got closer. We hang out on parties and beach outings and we shared common friends. Still, no spark of the thing they called love.
Text messages came from an unknown number. It was his and we started exchanging SMS. During our summer vacation, I invited him to join the youth camp of the religious organization where I belong. He accepted my invitation but as we became closer, I was becoming to recognize the feeling that’s starting to grow. FACT: I hated seeing him with other girls and worse, hanging out with them.
Few days later, I began to get self- conscious. I am short for my age, while he’s tall. He has white complexion while I don’t. He’s smart, while I’m not. I know for a fact that he will never see me as a girlfriend material.
Will the happy- go- lucky and aggressive boy cross the borderline of friendship for the bespectacled and shy girl?
Well, some fairy tales do have a happy ending.
My heart soared. Then he told me the magic words.

Ritch: Reborn... Ha! Ha! Ha!

Blogging is really out of my mind now. Aside from I don’t have my personal computer of Sir Noriel and Ms. R’s laptop, I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself. Yeah. I keep an old version of diary at home, but unfortunately, I only scribble in it when I am in the mood.
Since Kuya J told us that he’d check our blogs, I am force, obligated rather to update it once again.
I will introduce myself again.
I am Ritch, 50% sensible, 25% palagaylay, and 25% mental . (I learned this word from my third year high school cousin.) Ha! Ha! Ha! This is how the British call a crazy person…
I am 50% sensible. I can talk to people whom I share the same interest with like reading- nonstop! I can also give some not-so-agreeable-but-still-sensible advice. I care for my family and I am proud of it.
I can say that I am a palagaylay type of person. I bet I am nominated or worse, I will win the ‘Palagaylay Staffer of the Month’. (Well I certainly hope not!) I am really lazy hunting for news. I only make them when I am being assigned to. I prefer sleeping or reading all day than attending my classes- one form of immaturity. I’ll be damned when my pending and my newly-scouted articles and STRIKES are piling up!
NOTE: My notebook intended for my subjects also serves as my reporter’s notebook. (Hehe, padungog tah gamay. =>)
Beware. I’m also mental. One may think that I’m a quiet person, butu wait ‘til you see my true colors. Ha! Ha! Ha! It is really disgusting! Kidding. Well, it is funny in a way that only smart people like me understands. I give nutty ideas and cracks corny jokes when one of my friends are in a low spirit. Aw?!
And because of this blogging thingy, another work has been added to my list. But it’s okay. =)