A TEACHER WHO BLOGS !..


Thursday, 18 February 2010 at 00:07
She’s back at the corners of that room. Nothing beats that place, her home. It’s where she could do anything. Think free, be free. Outpour of sentiments takes place once she got a hold of that ticking rectangular stuff that does it all. Time check, 12:23 AM.

Solitude covered her entity. Delete that, undo, rephrase- yet again tries to restore a thing that ain’t existing same as not a real thing at all. Was it a mixture of inevitable circumstances or a sheer manifestation of passionate souls?

It echoes a picture painted with colors of bright green, yellow and orange with a touch of contemporary pieces. 730, shuffled, might mean a lot to her.

To be continued…

(Kinda sleepy. Time check, 12:52. 10-17-2009. Actual date and time was recorded. It was posted late due to lack of internet connection. :p)

Illusions exist, nothing real- Delving Deeper Part 3
Thursday, 18 February 2010 at 00:08
Yes, it's a lot. 730 clouded everything.
As expected, the weather's still not good and she feels uneasy to be with him again. She is preoccupied for so many reasons. PPMA while thinking of things beyond his interest. Why did she spend her time with that stranger? She didn't bother that much since she can switch back in forth without giving any one any notice. (That's her illness.)

Hours passed and she feels exhausted of the trip 'coz partly cemented roads made it difficult for her to sleep while traveling. They arrived on time at the place before the sun sets. Vibrant shades of blue, yellow and green made the building look lively with potted flowery plants and small parking space. For those dudes and dudettes who love to eat, a restaurant can be found at the right side facing the building that can somehow accommodate your cravings. A young lady who speaks a certain language (as if someone's chasing her) with an exaggerated smile, yellow overcoat with a patterned blouse underneath, neatly fixed hair, and an accent that made them giggle greeted them on their way inside. She handed him the keys that brought them to their resting place.








As they walk in, pastel painted walls complimented the delicately colorful architectural pieces which made the room look pleasing despite the limited space it has. A closet can be found on the left side, adjacent to the bed with soft cushions and neatly folded linens, that automatically turns on when opened. It has a TV, heater and an air-conditioned unit that later malfunctioned. Hahaha! The facilities are quite good, she thought. They pamper themselves and prepared for dinner.

Off they went to a resto by the seaside with stalls made of bamboo. It was still a bit rainy and the cold moderate air slaps her face while he takes hold of things like talking to someone on the phone while geting orders for their meal to be prepared. She met his two partners in crime namely: michael 'J' and dingdong. Michael is a not-so-blessed-with-height teenage guy who desperately fall for a girl but never had her share in their relationship built with lies and deceit. She didn't know that much about dingdong since all throughout the night, all she could remember was Micheal's story. They had fresh tinolang isda, BBQ, and sizzling spicy sisig for the night paired with icy cold beer for the night.


(To be continued...)
Part 1
Thursday, 18 February 2010 at 00:08
She’s staring in a room painted with pastel colors in shades of blue and green- thinking of something to inscribe that’s from within. It’s almost two in the morning (1:51am) but she can’t sleep in the sight of his reflection wherever she turn her face to.

She heard his voice for the last 9 hours and 52 minutes, so that’s 4:29 PM, just to discern one thing. “I terribly missed him,” she thought.

Here comes the memorabilia-
chanson.

Passing by the coastal roads started it all on that gloomy afternoon. The ball of fire hides while the sky weeps as the furious waves hit the shores of Oriental. Nature itself indicates admonition of obnoxious occurrence that she thought might come but she decided to pursue the plan. She had 2nd thoughts but his manifestation took it all away. He is completely the opposite of how horrid the surroundings act.

Masculinity can be seen in his petite appearance. Oh my… How can she forget those alluring eyes that made her think about him the first night they met? Hahaha.. And to mention the mole in his face made him look cute. Wearing a patterned polo paired with white sneakers suits him best. “Pormalidad in his way of clothing,” was all she could say at the back of her mind.

Sweet melody that flows from his lips filled the air on their way. Oh that voice that she’d love to hear over and over again! She would stare at him like there’s no tomorrow and in her innate being how she’d wish she could have him longer- like eternity. But she knew it won’t happen even in dreams.

To be continued...

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