Notes to self:

1) get started on that book on dating. remember, 10 flash fiction stories, meaning 500 words or less. yes, you have to do it so you can say you finally finished something. besides, he said he's going to help with the artwork right?
2) finish that story for Whim's Place. I was thinking you should build on the girl hiding behind the mirror story. Yeah, that would be good.
3) look for a condo unit for him and make sure everything's set before he arrives. i get the jitters everytime I think about how and why I have to meet his tita. argh. but i guess, it'll be okay. I mean, she's harmless naman siguro.
4) re-read the entire harry potter series. Yes, my dear. You are in love with Sirius Black. (And Gary Oldman looks so good playing him)
5) Draft a course outline including objectives for the writing guild you're planning to form. Please. Please. Do it.
6) Get a haircut. Your hair's touching your shoulders already and people are beginning to think you're a lion.

Finally! A contest that's right up my alley. Whim's Place is sponsoring a flash fiction contest and will be accepting entries online from July 1 to September 30 this year. I received an email from the site's editor about a week ago.

I used to think my penchant for writing really short essays and fiction will have no place in this world. And, now, what do you know? A window of opportunity! All the abstracting I've been doing has affected the way I write creatively. Hence, the habit of writing flash fiction. I just hope hindi ako tamarin, like I usually am, to actually join this contest. I remember the Palanca entry I never sent. Oh, well, there's always next year for that.

I loved him the first time. But we never had the chance to talk. I could only picture in my thoughts how his dark hair falls upon his eyes as he tries to strain whenever he concentrates on something. Or whenever he feels a little angry at the system and all its faults. His eyes narrow. How I wish that fabulously sinister stare, backed with the mischievous smile, was directed at me. But, no. I can only watch.

I loved him for his courage. Though his temper may not be safe for me play with. Knowing how I have an eerie liking to dangerous men, I am continually drawn to him, each time, getting nearer, and nearer. I could almost feel his eyes bearing on my soul. His breath on my cheek. If only I could reach out and touch him and tell him his being at large does not bother me at all. I would even risk trying to keep him from being caught.

I was getting involved with the hunted. We met every night. In my room. Just me and him.

But circumstance dictated we were not to be together. Never. Last night, he was taken away from me. I suppose he is happy where he is now. He is probably with the company of his friends who had died before him. All of them, to risk their lives for what they believed was right. I do not grieve as much, knowing my love died a hero.

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To the memory of Sirius Black. For him I wept.