Hmm...

The gang waited.
"The police aren't here yet," Nicah said. "After 3 hours!!!"
"Yeah. I wonder how my apartment is right now?" Joshua said.
"One guess, lotsa unpayed bills." Jasper said.
They all laughed.
Yanna looked out of the window in the bedroom. "Isn't that... Mishka???!"
They all went downstairs. Jem cried, "Mishka!!!" They ran to the other side of the street.

Mishka said, "Hey guys. Hmm... wow you're all here."
"Yep!" Almira beamed.
"Wait... where's Josh?"
Josh looked down suppressing his anger. "Are you saying I've grown backwards...?"
"No! It's that I finally became taller than you."
"AHHHHH! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!"
Nicah said, "He's so much like Ren."
Jazz said, "Who else?"
"You're teasing Ren too."
"Exactly."
A sound of a motorcycle. Jem looked back, "Umm... Who didn't watch the weird guy?"
Jasper ran towards the apartment. The others followed. Until the man pulled an object from his jacket. Jasper stopped. A gun.

"Let me go, and you won't get hurt." He bargained. "I believe you have something that belongs to me..." He motioned his hand. "Give it."
Joshua cried, "NEVER!"
"And what could kids do? Hmm?" He pointed it at Joshua. He pulled the trigger.
Jasper was quick. He kicked a small pebble on the floor to the air and then kicked it towards the burglar.
The pebble, hit the gun and the shot hit Jem's car.
"Worse... the gas tank...," Jem said.
"Run AWAY!!!" Mishka cried.
The burglar drove away from the burning car. One last look, he aimed his gun and shot.
"AHHH!" Jem grimaced in pain. Pretty soon, the man was gone.
The others ran to the other side. Suddenly, moral senses kicked in. "The other people in the building!"
They shouted to the residents, "Get away! Get out! Save yourselves!!!"
The people followed. A girl, somewhat in her 8's tripped right beside the car.
Jasper noticed and started running towards her. But time did not let him save her. For she died in the flames.
The fire from the car swept to the house.
Yanna said, "It's all our fault."
Almira replied, "No it isn't, it's that man's fault." They both helped Jem. "Apparently, she got hit somewhere in her waist." Yanna noticed.
Jasper didn't move an inch. Nicah went beside him. Joshua and Mishka kept quiet and listened to the noise of fire. "Hmm..." Mish said. "This is Jet's house right?"
"Poor Jet... Poor Jem... Poor girl... Poor car... Poor cow..."

PFkada Pic I dug up...

Recovered from MISHKA'S Files

( no really! mishkasjournal.blogspot.com)

Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Finally, A Post!

Hello there. Sorry to leave you hanging there, when it comes to journal writing, I have a tendency to procrastinate when it comes to journal writing. So here I am, in front of my mac mini and typing out on Microsoft word. We have DSL now, so it’s fast and unlimited. But, I can only use it on the weekends. So it is really Monday, and you will see that this was posted on Friday or Saturday.

Anyway…rewind until now. What to write about. I mean, I love to write, but I lack motivation. As you can see, I am a really good writer, but I don’t write a lot. Only well, when I feel like it. Check out pfkada [dot] blogspot [dot] com. I only wrote one chapter on the complex saga of the P. F. Kada, and it lacked appreciaton and approval...


...continued....


We'll miss you Jazz, don't worry, I'll try to make PFKADA have fun for a while so the month will just breeze by, and you'll be back in no time!

:-D

Thanks for still forgiving me, whatever, whenever.

Mishka

Choices

Thanks Jaz for that post. Haha. It brought me back to my life of posting. PFkada is now alive again. I hope everyone can see this. Nicah, Jaz, Dianna, Jem, Mishka, Ren, all others in PFkada.

Sometime in February, I think it was February 22, I was sick and I stayed home from school. I was so bored with no one else to talk to. Most importantly, I was thinking, "Where should I go to school? Should I stay here in GCF? Or should I go to PhilSci or Ateneo?" Here I was, already transferring schools when all of a sudden thoughts strike. I saw Jaz like this last Saturday. Then I went online and saw one person, my classmate who was also absent that day. I asked her, "Where would you want me to go? Should I stay here in GCF? Or should I go?" She said, "Ummm...." And I waited for her answer. But she replied with a question, "What does your heart tell you?"

I'll never forget that question. Or the person who asked it. But she helped me be sure. I said, "My heart tells me to go and share God's Word to the people." She said, "Okay. Follow your heart." I knew what would happen if I left, I may lose friendships, I may lose buddies, I may be sadder than ever. But I'd gain something more valuable, the joy of following God. Equivalent exchange, equivalent exchange...

So Jaz, moral of my story. Follow your heart. Maybe it is God's will for you to go to China. Maybe it's not. But what do you truly want? I'll pray for you.

Seeing Nicah cry this morning made me remember that person who asked me the same question. I pray for her too, thanking God for her.

So... after a really short introduction and talk on choices, let's go back to posting. Thanks guys!

After all, without me, we wouldn't have met together, won't we? Hahaha. Totoo naman! Roflolz.

God Bless!

Joshua

P.S. I'll start writing the story now.
P.P.S. Let's have a party when Jazz comes back. And we could revive PFkada for good.