St.Katarina School of Arts and Music
"Have you heard about the tone deaf guitarist?"
"oh yeah? How can he?"
"I can only see a blind guitarist..."
"The fake Fred how can you know if a man was tone deaf by only looking?"
Di ko akalain na mga Inglesero at Inglesera ang nga nag aaral dito,di ako nainform!Akala ko ba Music and Arts to?Alangang magsalita sila ng notes ,rests or paintbrush and such...Tanga mo Shey isa kang dakila HAHAHHAHAH
Masyadong malaki ang eskwelahan na ito para sakin,ang lawak ng field...ang sraap siguro matulog sa mga luntiang damo? Maganda ang kulay ng sikat ng araw,parang may labing gumuguhit sa mukha nito.Nakakatuwang isipin na ganito ang paligid.
Nasa kalagitnaan ako ng pagmumuni muni nang ang paningin ko'y unti unting dumilim.Wait...uulan ba? Di ako nakapagdala ng payong....
I was going to reach for my small bag when a big deep voice suddenly covered my ears.It was so cold.It was so sad.Its like he painted the world monochrome...all in shades of gray...
It was so depressing...I even realize that i had a tear on my right eye flowing through my cheeks.Why? Why is his voice so lonely? Is this a voice of a person who's depressed? He's saying something....
"Uhmmm...Do you mind standing up there? I think you stepped on my guitar pick...I was looking at you all the time...."
Uh-oh.I dont know I was passed out.Sht.Ang awkaward!
"Uhhhh Sorry Sorry! Di ko sinasadya!"Bakit di ko alam na kanina pa siya diyan?!
"Ano kasi...You were looking up there so I blocked your vision for you to notice me"sabay pulot ng kanyang guitar pick."Im sorry...goodbye..."he left without a single wave ,or even a smile or wink.All i can see is a guy full of sorrow.
Everything I see was full of color,I even play with my imagination,turning green grasses into red,the blue birds into yellow, and white clouds into purple...But When I see that guy...all was just black and white...Im thinking that Im.colorblind...but no...He was just an unfinished masterpiece...
Unfinished Masterpiece...
Right! I have to ready my paintbrush! Get ready to get colorful Monochrome!
And thats the day I found the Monochrome guy.The Unfinished masterpiece ive been hunting for.
Parang naliligaw na yata ako T~T Is there something or someone that can lead me the way? My first class would be starting soon.Shtttt.... Bakit pa kasi ako gumala nang gumala.Meron pa bang magandang loob ang makapagtututo sakin ng daan? Ang sakit na ng paa ko T~T
Napaupo muna ako sa isang puno... mayroong swing dun kaya kahit papaano ay naenjoy ko ang pagstay ko dun... naalala ko nung bata pa lamang ako,sa swing kami madalas magbonding ni Papa.Sayang at di na nya ako makikita na nakasakay sa swing uli.How I miss my dad...
Im crying right now...
How I wish he was there ...
Why...
Basang basa na ang mukha ko sa mga luhang pumapatak sa aking mga mata.Pati ang panyo na pinamunas ko ay basang basa na rin.Wala akong magagawa kundi ibuhos ang lahat ng damdamin ko...Iiyak na ang lahat ng iiyak...Wala na akong pake...sabagay ako lang naman mag isa dito...
Ako nga lang ba?
"Miss..." sabay abot ng isang tissue.
Unti unti kong iniangat ang ulo ko...
May tao...Sya yung kanina ah...
WHAAAAAAT?! NOOOO! NAKITA NYA AKONG UMIIYAK! WAAAAA T~T what should i dooooo~ Nagkalat na halos ng gamit ko sa lapag dahil sa tuliro na ako.Di ko na maisip ang sasabihin o gagawin ko... Nakakahiya! He saw me crying! Naman eh... bakit ngayon pa?
Wala akong magawa kundi kunin nalang ang panyo na ibinigay nya... di ko parin mapigilang umiyak...
Nabasa na ang lahat ng tissue na ibinigay nya...tumutulo parin ang luha ko... nakatingin ako sa knya...pulang pula na ang mukha ko ...pilit kong kinakagat ang labi ko para pigilan ko ang sarili kong humagulgol.Wala paring reaksiyon ang mukha nya.Nakatitig lang sya sakin.
"Go cry until you can...Its not bad.. "He said with the cold voice.
He puts down his bag and guitar,stood before me and holds my shoulder.
"Kung gusto mong umiyak,umiyak ka lang...mabuti ka pa,may luha ka pang natitira."He said.
What does he mean? He cant cry? He's so strong!
"I cant cry even I wanted to..."
He slowly puts his hand behind my head and gently pulls me into his chest.I can smell the fragrance on his uniform.I can feel the hardness of his chest.I can enjoy staying in his arms...
But I no longer hear his heartbeat...
He...has...no....
Heartbeat...
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