Frankie

A happy fish is a bubbly fish.

When my nieces gave him to me, I was kind of doubtful whether he will thrive in my care. I am not exactly known for my nurturing talents - a cactus once died on me.

So I am happy to report that he seems to recognize when it is mealtime (he swims surface-ward) or when I am looking at him (he dances around, spreading his fins).

I am feeling pensive tonight. Kind of sad for something that doesn't seem to be happening - a reconnection - though I do try my best. Maybe it's not yet time, or maybe this particular reconnection is no longer possible, has passed already.

We'll see. After all, everyday brings something new; everyday something changes. So there is no need to worry or to dwell on that.

On a happier note, I finished writing the second essay for the fellowship I am applying for. It's amazing how productive one can get if one can just resist the temptations of Facebook :D

And tonight, I am going to stay up a bit late to finish reading Brisingr, the third book in the Inheritance series by Christopher Paolini. Tomorrow, I will work on the third and last essay as well as fill up the application form itself. Sunday. Sunday will have to fend for itself for I may actually decide to clean the house! Yipee.

Wish me luck :)

And I will do the rest - discipline, focus, determination.

:)