The scene has transformed into Edward and Jacob sword-fighting for Bella. Harsh, bombastic and sexy. But all of a sudden, I felt exhaustion. I realized this is not what I am looking for. I been through this and thought that my appreciation didn't focus on the painting itself but on the painter instead. Sick and tired, I pushed Andy away and he fell, descended back deep into his dirty porn pit.
This when I noticed that my blue comforter has turned into crystal-clear waters; my mattress into powdery white sand. I was sitting there alone. I felt the ecstatic emotions Richard had, the moment he found The Beach. And that's without Francoise, Sal or Daffy. I was alone.Sometimes I want to be by myself. What a relief to be away from the Raul Gonzales' and the Willie Revillames of the world. Alone and enjoying the sights and sounds of the beach. I thought this is the best day to die. Very peaceful. The best day to surrender.
But then, I saw a shadow not mine on my right. I turned and looked back. There he was standing like an angel. A faceless angel. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am your Jericho, your Lawrence, your Jojo. I am also your Mack, your Hassan, your Piolo. I am sorry to let you wait for too long. It is all because I had a hard time finding you"."Now get up, and lets start the walk,... our walk together" he replied. "How can i trust you?" I asked. "Lets just say I am your fate and you are my destiny. We were born to walk together" he said. "But you are faceless!" I replied. "Reveal yourself to me!". "Okay!" was the only word that came out of his mouth.
Then there was light.......
Mama O has entered the room. "Ano ang ginagawa mo 'day?"
(That was me... in my bedroom of fantasy. Lecheng Mama O yan!)
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