Urban Legend or Not

My imagination is running wild again!
Here are stories that I've heared from my aunts who heard it from the maids next door who heared it from blah blah blah.. Where does the facts start? And where did fiction begin? You be the judge.
1. A little kid went missing at Kassel Homes. The parents scoured the subdivision but the kid was not found. Laterin the evening the mother received a message saying that she should watch out for a van bearing a certein plate number because it picks up kids and harvests their organs. (Source: Tita Ann's Officemate)
2. A town in Samar had recently had 10 missing kids from separate families. The bodies were then found in their respective families doorsteps. Their bodies bore scars due to organ harvesting. In their mouths was Php 20,000.(Source: Ate Margie's carpenter)
3. There was a woman in Dagami who was kidnapped. Her eyes were taken out and her dead body was dumped with Php 10,000 found in her mouth. (source: Ate Jennifer)
4. Two bodies of children from San Jose was found. Their bodies, again, was devoid of vital organs. ( Source: Andre's mother)
5. A kid from Utap was kidnapped and his organs taken out. ( source: Kuya Alan's sis)
Reasons for kidnapping and illegal harvesting of organs is obviously because of money. Others say that the children's blood will be used for the construction of the Guian international Airport.

So Sad...

I thought I could enroll..All my papers were done and the only thing lacking was handing over my tuition to the business office. And then I got held back by the Clinical Instructor who was going to handle the petition subject. I felt dejected. My already low self-esteem burrowed a hole in the bedrock. I so wanted to enroll in that subject so that I won't be loaded this coming first sem. To add insult tot he injury or was it to salve my wound, Ma'am Barrot and Sir Chatty said that if I haven't stopped, I would have been running for honors. I was supposed to receive an award!They said that it was ok (but not for me), I should instead try to place in the nursing board and make our school proud. OMG as if it's an easy task!

Helluva Week

My PC broke down for the nth time this year! That is why I’ve only managed to blog now.
I went to my college(yes the one with the infinity pool) on Tuesday to enroll for the petition class. There was a long line outside the Deans office as usual. It seems like everyone in school that day was misinformed since news has it that enrollment is next Monday, the 7th.Come to think of it, Monday is a holiday. It just shows that a year away hasn’t changed the schools management.
As I was saying, I was queuing when I felt that I needed to do something than just wait for the line to move. I talked to some old classmates and they told me that Karla has also plans of joining the petition class I’m planning to enroll in. In fact she had already started doing her clearance.
Karla and I are in the same predicament. We both were pregnant last summer and took a leave of absence last academic year. She too is not married to the father of her child. If I am nervous about being accepted back, I know for sure that Karla too is in tethers.
Seems like I was the talk of the mob that day! Everyone was asking about my disappearance and my baby. For those who were asking for baby pics, here is my Yumi bebe. At four months old.

I went to Jaycee’s place that day and got a look at my first godchild. She’s 2 months younger than Yumi and her name is Tatum. She took after her father I’m sure since the dusky skin and thick brows and hair couldn’t have been from Jaycee’s side of the family (not that I’ve seen Tatum’s father in person; only in pictures.)
I can’t believe how easily I get bawled over by babies when I used to make babies cry just for fun. Yumi made me look at wee ones in a different perspective. They are angels!
The twins were here this weekend. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to bond with them like we used too. No more beaches and senseless tanning on hot summer days. No more surf and skimboards. No more long walks and talks.
I hate to admit it but the freaking Tripod has now become individuals. To each her own.
I often get teary eyed over our relationship and the Gwapo Gang’s too.

I would like to blame it on unlimited texts and different cellphone networks. Yet I know that part of the blame is on me. I seldom reach out to them but hey, they too don’t seem to do any reaching out to me.
Boom, my cousin, on the other hand is a different story. He texted me late at night on Wednesday, I replied at about two in the morning the following day. I’m so glad he got out of his funk!