[because i got up in the morning with a hangover and still went to class. and when i was riding the jeep a story line just popped out of my mind and it was insane. i had to write it in the computer asap. so wen i got to the ‘institution’ [[not mental]] i opened my email and started writing a draft. more editing needed here. i accept harsh comments and suggestions but i will not use it to develop my writing [[just joking. you may laugh now]] k. i really have no affect now so i guess i might as well be gone
she stood right in front of her very own bar counter… and took one wine out of the cubicle.
she quenches for a drink.. oh red wine… it’s been a while since her last alcohol drink.
and it felt right to be there on her counter. alone. no one to serve drinks to.
so she took a glass on the counter top. and poured red wine onto her glass.
she brought the wine to her room.
for she couldn’t handle the forever-alone-scene in the bar counter.
she faced her big monitor. surfing the web.
while enjoying her glass of wine… oh the serenity.
almost half way through glass sipping she noticed a very familiar picture on the web.
“what the mothaf** son of a bitch…..!#Y!$%!%#!^%#^!$” the list of curse words goes on and on
and ended with the words “…my ex is gay” added to that are question marks and exclamation points.
she couldn’t believe her eyes.
together we can make things happen.
a quotation she saw on a bus that passed her by…
of course., things happen if we do it together., she thought.
2 people in love make babies.
3 people call it a threesome and make love.
4 people with a fancy hair make a boyband.
5 people skilled in playing instruments make an actual band.
another mind lapse.
this happens to her every time. and she don’t know why…
it just happens. one second she was thinking about his asshole ex who turned gay
and suddenly she thought about the quotation on the bus. seeesh. politics.
see? it happened again.
symptoms of a schizophrenic person.
almost twilight-ish [the series, not the movie, duh]
she was disgusted as she was stalking her ex’s timeline. she couldn’t believe her eyes.
beach bodied men holding hands. what a scene.
she was not that judgmental really. she supported homosexuals. almost 90% of her friends were gay/lesb.
but she had to judge this guy. this guy was his ex for chrissakes.
at the moment, she’d love to undergo an eye surgery just to see if what her eyes saw were real.
but she has no budget for that.
and her eyes are in perfect condition.
so she believed what she saw
and in that belief, mixed emotion of i-dont-know-how-to-explain-this-shit-im-feeling begotten her.
she got tired of stalking. everybody gets tired of stalking.
some even said stalking is like virtual suicide.
you stalk the person you love online only to find out pictures of him and his girlfriend happy together.
oh yes. for the love of men. cheers to the man who invented timelines and social networks.
and more cheers to the man who coined the word stalking for without him what would we call such term now?
it took plenty of hours to recover from her apparitions. her ex’s human becoming rather.
and since she was alone and had no one to phone in the middle of the night ,
her only choice was to blog.
and blog indeed accompanied her throughout her grief.
she refilled her empty bottle of glass. poured red wine unto it till it was almost full.
and as she sips in
words would come out of her brain ., out of her mouth.
and she was bedazzled by it.
it sounds unique, a never-before-heard-word, she thought
it was a jargon even to herself.
she sipped in another drink. and boom.
there it was again. it was kindda psychic.
words would come out and she would just type it in the computer without even thinking.
“what the hell is this drink?”
“is this a sequel to the fountain of youth ? ” she wished
for a minute there she thought of reading what she was typing.
she read the words that was right in front of her.
but annoyingly, she couldn’t understand every bit of it.
it was….. simply…… gibberish.
she was creep out about it.
is this some kind of an alien thingy? where she decodes gibberish words or letters?
am i a messenger for the coming of the aliens from outerspace?
whose sole purpose is to rule the world?
the fountain of youth sequel excuse didn’t matter to her now. this was something serious.
and damn her if she would allow anything like that to happen.
and because she felt like it, she’d walk around her house on Sundays with high heels called the stilettos.
there’s really nothing fancy going on in the house. no occasion. no mass.
it’s simply Sunday.
and the thought of it just excites her.
nobody said it was wrong to wear stilettos just because it’s sunday right?……
back to her here and now..
she started to believe that something is about to happen.
or something is happening now.
it was unknown to her.
and yes it was creepy still
but she’s not afraid.
she didnt know why but she just felt brave…
and ready to face whatever there is and whatever will happen.