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.
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36 1/2 hours after my bout with bronchitis, my parents' silver vios made a surprise appearance at our school's parking lot.
it was family day for avo-4, and i wasn't expecting them until seven. so i pleaded to our adviser to release my card ahead of everyone else, and then off we went, to home sweet home.
'twas a sad thing, missing the first of few gatherings, but then again, i might also need a rest, and i understand my parents' concern for that. whatever...
upon reaching the front doors, i recognized a faint scent drifting from somewhere inside: paint. not minding the smell, i made my way in and up to our bedroom, till i realized that the smell was growing stronger. i looked up - and lo, and behold, i finally knew; our bedroom was being repainted.
"o, gusto nyo ba yung kulay?" asked my father. he was referring to the newly-furnished room walls, covered with sky blue paint. i refused to comment, but i honestly found it a bit disgusting; the shade of blue was quite too girlish for me. it's a good thing i'm not too picky about colors, and i can dwell with that.
the thing that bothers me is having to sleep in our sala floor, since the room is "under renovation"... i feared that my bronchitis would be triggered again at the event - dust and dirt were just all around, and add to that the strong odor of acrylic.
a night passed, and another, without incident. eventually my fears were quelled...
until monday early morning. that is, kaninang umaga lang. i woke up to this very odd feeling... chilly and weak and restless. i can't seem to get up. an hour and a quarter went through, and i was still in bed. i felt a cold, gentle hand on my neck... "may lagnat ka."
and so i was bedridden until now... while my parents are away at work. *finally, i've caught up with the rest of the blogging world... hahaha. (",)*
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