a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
did you hear me?
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sheesh. one-third of vacation had passed.
and here i lie in the sofa, listening to the radio, doing nothing, absolutely nothing at all... waiting for that signature beep of the cellphone, or even a rare phone call...
which did not come.
was this how harry potter felt in book 2, when half of vacation had passed and no letter or owl came to him from his friends, from the world which he came to know, and which he loved? [and... cut!] my point is, they've forgotten me. completely. or, no - of course they're busy... in contrast, i'm doing nothing at all.
the phone rang, and i rushed immediately to the spot - "hello?"
"um, pwede po makausap si michael?" the caller's mild voice replied. "sandali lang ha..."
good for my brother. oh how lucky he is...
after their brief conversation and li'l bro put down the phone i decided to go online, hoping someone else is...
"dialing #######" flashed on the screen, followed immediately by "error ###: the phone line is busy." wanting to solve the problem, i picked up the handset, and a blank silence resounded from inside.
and then i remembered: a day ago the line was cut from outgoing calls.
sheesh. two-thirds of vacation still to pass.
my cellphone beeped. out of nowhere a slight grin pursed out of my lips.
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