Shepherd Boy

For anonymity's sake, let's call him Shepherd Boy. (*hint, hint*)

I might be seeing him tonight and I'm not exactly sure if I'll have the courage to go and say hi... and sit beside him later on. I tried to play it out in my head: the different possible scenarios, what I'm going to say, what he might say, what I might answer in reply. (Yeah, I'm crazy. And I self-talk a lot.)

But in all probability, I would just "hide". I'm that kind of person. I am painfully shy.

One of my BFFs mentioned to me that it had been a long time since she had been "foolishly giddy". My last time was around two weeks ago, when I first met Shepherd Boy. But before that, it was a long, long time.

So I hope I do get to talk with him again, even at the risk of him thinking that I like him. Which is somewhat true, if truth be told.

But what the heck! He'll be going home in a few months time, anyway.

Stardust

The block practical exam got me so depressed that I knew I needed serious cheering-up. One of my dearest friend gladly let herself be dragged along. We went to the mall, ate fries and coke float and then checked-out the latest (well... it was latest for me anyway) bookstore in town.

Heaven!

I have found a "Happy Place".

There's nothing like roaming through rows and rows of books to lift a disheartened spirit. It was such a joy! I could spend hours reading the back cover and choosing books I would have wanted to buy if I had money to spare.

I knew I couldn't leave without buying something. And so for the very first time, I bought myself a novel. At first, I thought about buying Madeleine L'engle's "A Swiftly Tilting Planet" because that was the only book in the series I haven't read yet. But then I stumbled upon "Stardust".

There was a movie adaptation of the book but I wasn't able to watch it. The book was perfect! I loved it. It had just the right elements: romance, humor and magic. It was the perfect fairy tale for me.

Needless to say, I've always been the whimsical kind and even at this age, I still love fairy tales.

I savored every word and didn't stop reading until the last page. Every cent I paid was worth it. My bout of melancholy was lifted up.

And maybe it's not related to Stardust, but strangely enough, I haven't had bouts of melancholia lately. I'm still searching for my Heart's Desire. But there's no longer that touch of despair that was getting quite familiar. My life's taking on a monotonous turn but I'm hopeful still.

PS. Changed my template again. Love the Falling Stars. Would have wanted a more cheerful background though.