B & I are finally getting tired of being stressed about the madness we've gotten ourselves in. She hears of low batting averages among her predecessors and is ready for the worst. As for me, I'm just too happy that I'm writing for the joy of writing. (Well, the joy is lessened when it's for writing papers to complete classes but then there's adrenaline.) I'm happy over the fact that after all this time, I still give a shit about things. And she's right - the fact remains that, really, we haven't used up our aces. We've witnessed some of our contemporaries who are now shooting blanks, unfortunately.

It is in circumstances such as these that you witness stellar people willing to lend you a hand. You end up amazed, humbled, even embarassed, by their encouragement and guidance. Nakakahiya kapag hindi mo pa pinagbutihan.

Wherever we end up landing in, I know it'll be something truly beyond what we're thinking right now. Then again, we may as well fall flat on our faces. Either way, I'm just damn proud of the two of us.