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KEEPING MY SANITY

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I believe that many people have reasons why they write in diaries/journals/blogs.:P Hey, I can even list some of those here pretty easy: 1."I just love writing. It's my hobby." 2.I think too much. If I don't do something really constructive and productive about it, I am afraid that my poor head will soon explode!*big evil grin* 3."I write better than I talk, and I don't feel like wasting other people's precious time listening (and waiting impatiently) to my stutterings. That's awfully embarrassing!" 4."Not everybody in the world can always accept brutal honesty. That's what I am truly aware of." 5."I feel that the world is slowly lacking sympathy.:( Still, you know what to do when nobody bothers to at least spend a little time to listen to your problems." 6."I can be my own heroine in my own storybook!";D 7.... ...and the list could go on forever. However, I'd like to sum it all up with my own reason these days: "This is my way of keeping my sanity." ......................... *big evil grin* Yes, people. That's right. I am seriously addicted to writing. This has been my therapy. You may and may not like what I write in here. That is truly up to you. Besides, I am just here to present my point of view. So, welcome to my world. The Author

A THREE-MINUTE PHONE CONVERSATION :P

10/4/2007

Yesterday morning, something quite funny happened.:P
You see, I've been wondering about Patrick's old radio show here called "Speak-Out", so I texted him this message:

"Hey, Patrick.:D How are you doing? Any progress on the radio show yet? Btw, I miss hanging out with you guys. I hope all of you are doing well."

Then, minutes later my cellphone rang. Seeing Patrick's name displayed on-screen, I answered it.
"Hello?"
I could only hear faint music in the background, but not Patrick's voice. Assuming he might've had trouble with the signal, I kept calling him over and over while searching for a much better signal.
"Patrick? PATRICK? OY!"
Then, after seconds or so, finally: "Hey."
Good. "What's up?"
"I'm at the gym right now," he told me cheerfully. "How are you doing?"
"I'm having the flu now."
"Aww, that's not a good thing," he said sympathetically. I found myself smiling.
"Yeah, that can't be good," I agreed. Then I suddenly remembered something, noticing the clock that said 11:15. "Wait. You're not teaching today?"
"Oh, yeah. At twelve," he replied. Then, there was another long pause, before he suddenly asked, "Uh, did you call me or was it me?"
.........................
"Uh, you did call me." Huh??:-S
"Oh, my God." I heard his laughter. "The cellphone's in my pocket while I'm working out. I think the button got accidentally pushed."
I couldn't suppress my own giggle.:P It had taken three minutes for him to finally have figured that out.*big evil grin*
"Okay, you can go back to working out now."
"You're right." He laughed again. "Okay, bye."
"Bye."
Click!
LOL!!:P

Then, about twenty minutes later or so, his message finally came:

"Hey, thanks. Still no progress. If we hang out, I'll let you know."

*giggles* Then I only replied again for the last time yesterday, reminding him to activate the 'lock-mode' on his cell next time he's working out.:P