Underestimating Kisha

Kisha seldom keeps her promises;sometimes she does, and sometimes she doesn't. There isn't any pattern to let me know if she will.

I remember, she promised she would pay me back my two dollars I lent her for the public bus. I never saw my 2 dollars again. I remember, my mom had bought me three belts for my birthday: shiny yellow, black and magenta. Kisha had borrowed my black belt for one of her outfits. Now that belt is missing without a trace.

But like a shooting star that just happen to appear in the sky, she does keep her word. I remember, she promised she would take me to the movies if I was good. I ignored it and went on without behaving. But we still went there and watched Oliver Twist together with her friend. I remember, she promised she would ride with me all of the water rides in Busch Gardens and she did!

One day, Kisha asked me to pinkie swear that when we were older, we both would go to Parsons and study fashion. Now, everyday I would wonder if this one will be broken or kept. Will it? Sometimes the pattern tells me never to underestimate so much things Kisha does. And I'd try not to.

Saffy's Diary

My parents said I should enroll in singing classes to make use of my powerful voice. It sounds pretty neat to me because I do aspire to be a rock star someday. I practice at home with my teacher, Mrs. Madeline, like an addict as the music and the rhythm of the songs I learn enlighten me!

Yesterday, Mrs. Madeline told me that I'm going to have to perform, along with many other students she taught, in a theatre in our town! I'm really excited, but I'm worried too. Mrs. Madeline told me that she was sure that none of us (including me) will not let her down, and that made me a little flustered. What if all of her passion for teaching me goes down the drain? What would happen?

That day seemed so slow...and my worries were intensifying.

When I came to the theatre, my "arch enemy" ,Charlize--who intimidates the rest of us because she thinks she so great(she's not really)--was confronted by Meyline(a friend of mine) as she said something obnoxious to her. My face turned into a grin--serves her right!

Okay,okay! Back to my story,as I was saying I arrived at the theatre and made my debut on stage and I could see Mrs.Madeline's face beaming at the corner of my eye.

I could feel she was proud of me and after my performance, a tall lady approached me and offered a 2 year stint for me to sing in other places.

My life has changed dramatically then.

One of Things I Just Can't Handle

Do you know about people who keep on asking questions? Or the people who can't stand defeat? Yeah, people like that agitate me. Big time.

Sometimes I just want to run away from all of those and never come back--ever; sometimes I want to punch them so hard they would die(I wouldn't really result to violence but you know what I mean... right?).

Why must I be the only one to handle this? There's nothing I can do!

Talk, Breathe, Grow

People walk, people talk. People breathe, people sneeze. People have feelings, people have conscience. What else makes us who we are?

I remember when I was in second grade the people in my class always thought they knew everything. But as we grew older,we learned it wasn't true. Nobody has to score 100 marks on a test everyday--it doesn't matter in the end, nobody has to know how we came on earth, nobody knows what exactly our brain does, nobody is perfect. People realize, people grow.

When we made friends, we had to know who were the ones to hang out with: people you can count on. But I learned there are different types of people with different attitudes: attention seekers, annoying, friendly, insecure, free spirited, perfectionists--many types of people indeed. People are one of a kind. I hang out with these kind of people everyday, I broaden my horizon and get to know more people in life. And I know who people really are--people are people. Unperfect, one of a kind, everlasting learners, yes that's us.