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I have entered the College of Nursing in University of Santo Tomas. I've joined the T-Shirt designing contest and the pre-Pageant for Mr/Ms. Nursing
Personality but unfornately, I didn't get chosen for both contests. It's alright. I've done for experience. Life is about trying that's why I'm
joining all sorts of stuff. :)
I can get misunderstood because I voice out my opinions, I understand but I refuse to change. That's the way I am. I just need to voice out what's inside my
head. It's not because I'm such a bragrat but it's because I want to correct the wrongs or try to understand the topic by hearing out the reason why my
opinion is wrong. And besides, all those people who can't understand me are just too subtle to think behind what I'm voicing out.
hatesNORMS. criticisms. homeworks. house chores. boring classes. LATE. TRYING-HARDS. LOSERS. RETARDS like.. and a couple more things.
Remembering the Rain Part1
I hope this first part is nice. It is such a long story. Though it is not a novel mind you. Hehe! But I will share with you something first.
On my English Class, we discussed on the poem On Blindness. It was a sonnet actually. And then my teacher presented to us the title of the masterpiece of the author(forgive me, I forgot the name). It was called "Paradise Lost". It just poofed in my head that "Hey, that's the Garden of Eden isn't it?" And I told the teacher it was the Garden of Eden. She said very good. A praise. And then she told, she's training new people for the interschool contest bla bla... And then, I became shocked. Why should she say that? And then she let me explain my answer. But that's not the end of it. She called me to answer another question. Which made me stutter. Like my brain was not remembering anything. But, at least I gave her 2 of my answers. But she grabbed my answers so I won't read it. So my mind was blanked. Hehe! I can't explain it thoroughly. She was like staring at me. *shivers. It's kinda scary.
Another, ANGEL is my crush. Hahaha! Of course it's a codename. Hehe! I try to forget someone and found another. Ok? And too bad too many know her. Sana lang wag kayo maingay. Kahiya sa KANYA! Wag nyo na sabihin please. Girls just avoid someone they know has a crush on them. Tsk. Anyways, we passed by each other... 3 times this day. Hehe! ONE: while on the stairway, I was going down for the Computer Lab and she was going up for her classroom. I looked at her she looked at me. Dunno why. Hehe! TWO: P.E time for me, so I went down on the Catherine Anne Square. She came from a class in the Farm and then went back to her classroom. Nothing special. Hehe! And THREE: Dismissal Time. She just walked on. Oh! And FOUR, she was waiting for their service to go and then, I happen to be on that part of the parking lot because I was going to buy a canned softdrink. Hehe!
-Wahaha! I like to be discreet about this but then, I can't. Hehehehe! ------ here's the story I promised... the theme's were: 1. His touch was like fire, burning away her pain. 2. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.
WARNING: this a long story... you may take time reading it. ------
By the river, there sat a man. A picture of pain and agony. He sat on a huge rock, carved by the current of the water.
There was no better sanctuary for someone guilty. The torrent of thoughts racked his sanity. The presence of his conscience, an unsolicited voice.
The sereness of the river helped relieve his mind, if little but it did. And with that little tranquility, he let his mind drift to what had happened.
It was about midnight, late for going home. He knew he was in such a big trouble when he gets home. So, he raced on his car to the drenched highway. He remembered the rain beating at the car's glass, an unnerving sound. There was a swift view of buildings he passed by. So swift that he didn't notice a boy crossing the road. He immediately swerved the car, eating the other lane and quickly stepped on the pedal. His heart beated fast. He opened the window and beckoned to the kid to approach.
He quickly harangued on the innocent boy. Told him to watch where he's running into. That he might get knocked over. And all the boy did was smirk back. His head heated with anger and pryed at the door but the kid ran away. With a last glance at the fleeing child, he went back at the driver's seat and drived on home.
The expression on his face cannot be distinguished. A collage of shock, fear, worry and anger. The rain still beat on the car's glass.
It was two in the morning when he got home. He tried to prepare himself. Prepare from the supper his about to get. He closed his eyes and opened to door.
He prised his eyes and saw her wife. She glared at him with her eagle-like eyes. Piercing through his body. Her arms were folded beneath her breasts. And her foot was tapping on the floor. An aura of sorrow and anger surrounded her. The house seemed too hot for him.
"Why are you late?" she inquired nosily. Her voice seemed like she was trying to suppress something.
She was about to repeat the question when he answered, "There was an incident. A kid tried to cross the road while I was driving. I almost hit him."
But a woman is a woman. And a woman enraged cannot be forced to believe in such simple facts. She instead thought of it as an alibi. "You expect me to believe that?" she snapped. "Though that child crossed, YOU are still late!" she continued.
He tried answering her. Yet she got the advantage of speaking first. "I know where you went."
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This layout was created out of pure nothingness. It just aims to tell people of my fondness of the concepts of SIMPLICITY AND COMPLICATEDNESS. I like
blacks and whites. So let's all see CONTRASTS in everything.
I am your normal 17 year old guy. A Nursing student in UST. Struggling with Chemistry. Joined t-shirt design contest in the College.
Joined the pre-pageant for Mr./Ms. Nursing Personality. I am a BLOGGER. more? see profile