Flash

I haven't blogged for a while again. October was just stressfully fulfilling. Highlights:

Accomplishing and producing The Heartbeat on time.

Being an EIC is no easy job especially when you do not get a hundred percent cooperation from your team mates. You'd have to tighten things up a bit, stretch your limits to a few more inches and sleep less. You'd have to set other things aside and completely dedicate your line of thinking to the paper, editing articles and checking facts. For someone who doesn't have the passion for writing, this may seem like a herculean job. But the love for words makes it worthwhile. I must be honest, I really had a hard time. I kept comparing our situation with the past EIC's. I kept on asking if they had the same issues with submissions, if they had to completely revise things up or if they had to reach their extremes before getting people to do their work. I had those questions. 

I was scared. I was scared because producing a paper that will not pass other people's standards would mean failure-failure for me, especially as the EIC is the captain of the ship.. and if his ship sucks, he prolly does too. 

But hey, above all, we finished on time..but just barely..(We submitted the paper 5 minutes after getting it from the press.) And we did a pretty mighty job. We'll just hope that they'd appreciate our blood and sweat though they'll have to judge through heaps and heaps of writer's products, I hope they'll appreciate ours better. :D

My birthday.

Twas one of the happiest birthdays I've ever had. Usually, my birthday would fall on an examination day..which really sucks. It actually did too this year but I was excused. Yey. So, yeah. I competed for the essay writing hosted by the UP Kalilayan. It was a hair-raising experience. The instruction was: "If you were a form of literature, would you be prose or poetry? Explain why. " Twas really hard for me to choose between the two because poetry is not that close to my heart anymore; I preferred prose. But then again, writers have to pick where they could conveniently spill their thoughts out, even if they weren't wholly true. And poetry was so much easier to expound. So there. And I got the silver plaque. Yeah. All because I wore my lucky red underwear.. *kidding* I don't have a particular lucky red underwear but I do have red underwear. I got this from Ma'am Veran. She said that it brings good luck so yeah. hahaha. I'll try to post my essay here.

So that's it for now.