This morning, on the kitchen counter of my house, I saw a plate full of small-sized-home-made donuts. No toppings. At all. But no surprise, as I could help myself to choose my very own taste–sugar snow or chocolate sprinkles (are these the right term? Gosh, I really have to learn more on food-related vocabulary). It’s a no brainer–I chose, for sure, the chocolate sprinkles.

Well, as small as they were, the donuts (I only ate three, btw) were delicious. I won’t compare them with those from Dunkin’ Donuts, of course, but I still have no idea about where that delicious taste really came from–the dough of the donut itself or the chocolate sprinkles. My stepmom didn’t use the well-known-brand chocolate sprinkles, yet those little colorful sprinkles made the donuts more ‘eatable’ (another random weird term).

It was a pity that I couldn’t really savor each of my bite as I was kinda in a rush to go for work, but truth is, the donuts were good (and for sure the carbs plus the fats were energizing)

Naah… not gonna talk about the-very-handsome-reminds-me-to-a-guy-who-was-next-faculty Michael Buble’s newest album. Seriously, people MUST call me irresponsible for doing things that are not my main tasks in my very own office, while doing some of my tasks back home. Isn’t that stupid?!?

But I just can’t help it, Lord! Once I start writing, it’s gonna flow and flow and … just like that. I am so much in love with writing. Can’t live without writing (okay, this is hyperbolic…).

Having my notebook before me while I’m sitting behind my desk at one corner of my office, such a perfect moment to write. God… I really do need someone from the military to teach me discipline… *sigh*.

This writing activity reminds me of my childhood. I was in, maybe, 3rd or 4th grade and there was a kind of ’strange phenomenon’ happened in my class–some kids (including me) started writing prince and princess stories, completed with some innocent sketches in each single page (we used the plain lined books).

Then another new ‘phenomenon’ appeared, other kids who didn’t write and drew started to pay us some money to read our stories. So, this, where I began making money for the very first time in my life.

Okay, another ‘phenomenon’… one by one the kids who wrote and drew ‘vanished’, just like a click sound or something. I mean, they no longer did the activities. So, two kids left–me and my one good friend who was also my neighbor. Some kids, I remember, said that I was good in making stories and my one friend was good in making images. See, we could’ve been a great mix–a writer and an illustrator–but we didn’t do that. We kept doing our own stuff.

Anyway, two memorable things about the activities (which, then, ‘vanished’ by itself–we just stopped writing and the ‘phenomenon’ changed: the whole class started bringing the famous series of story books that I forgot the name and read them every single day in the classroom–even one day our teacher gave an hour or two for us ONLY to read those books!):
1. The word-of-mouth really IS such a good promotion. That happened to me. Even some kids from the higher grades found out that I wrote something and they read mine.
2. One of my classmates gave me a ’silly’ order! Well, back then, I didn’t think it was silly. Guess what, he ordered a hand-written magazine! From me! What was he thinking?!? But I did what he told me to. I made this (now I’d call my work silly) made-up children’s magazine, inspired by a famous real one in the country. And he paid me for that! Ha!