@imaFISHSee how risky life is. The person who gains fame and wealth is the same person who aches from blunt and dread. Admired and dignified by the society but anguished by self. Satisfaction is a hundred miles away and outcast herself from the pleasant feelings of being in love. Befog by the thought of being alone and unable to see the future. Abandoned and stupidly hunt for an undying satisfaction and endless moment, living like hell when you have all the luxuries in life? I haven't move on since that day... (1 hour ago, Monday 10:45pm)
"I'm here to present our company proposal. I am Margarette Andrea de Silva, 28 years old. I am the owner and CEO of the largest Entertainment Network Company in the Philippines. Major stock holder of Today's lifestyle Magazine Foundation and the heir of de Silva's Group of Company, it includes Atlas University, a school which offers a high class education to students who were born to colleague with music, dance, cultural lifestyle and other forms of art. I'm here to encourage you to be acquainted with our aspiration in extending our University here in Barcelona and France as well."
Atlas University was the very first art school and the fastest mounting university in the country. It was adopted from Korean arts school but was built with its unique curriculum. The most prestige and recognized professionals in the industry provided the students with proper trainings. It is generally an art school and training grounds as well for the fast rising stars in the country and in abroad. Like different academies of art, the university aims to preserve the identification of artistic practice with the ideals of humanism and to perpetuate the craftsmanship that makes this association meaningful. Atlas University epitomized the highest expression of art for an elite goal.
Everyone in the board room was attentively listening and starring at her. Few were men who couldn't pass by her beauty. Her face has a perfectly fine bone structure shaped by a great artist. The rounded- black eyes of her is like a pearl that sets in her fine complexion that is white as a snow. The pair of her lips looked like a ripe strawberry freshly harvests. Her rounded-tipped nose spelled mannerly placed in her elegance; her face was covered by dimples when smile flustered on her face, her limbs and torso with lengthened classiness. Her elegant proportioned body invited and intrigued man's eyes.
She was in the middle of the presentation when she received a phone call from a friend.
"Hey! I think we've found him." Her excited friend's voice made her heart rejoice.
She immediately left the room and flew back to the Philippines all the way from Spain. I may never be able to find him, if I lose hope and give up.
She went straight to the address that her friend sent her through email. It was an email from a cyber-name @lifeinthewest.
The pain she endured for 3 long years will end today. She's desperate. The place is in Batangas. She looked for Joanne Marie Filan, the person behind the cyber name @lifeinthewest. Her friend saw a picture of Joanne Marie near him. They meet at Handel and Gretel, a cookies and coffee shop in Batangas.
Batangas is a first class province of the Philippines located on the southwestern part of Luzon in the CALABARZONregion. Its capital is Batangas City and is bordered by the provinces of Cavite and Laguna to the north and Quezon to the east. Batangas is one of the most popular tourist destinations near Metro Manila. The province has many beaches and is famous for excellent diving spots. It's also a place where you can find one of the best people in the country.
"Did you really saw him?" Margarette asked her. She even forgot to introduce herself, holding her excitement as she holds her hand across the table.
Joanne Marie Filan nodded. She handed the photo of her with that man unexpectedly captured. "He sings well. He always parks his motor bike near our shop and often performs in a resort."
"Can you bring me to him? Please." Margarette was excited, she fixed herself and applied her Etude make-up. She combed her long and smooth silky hair.
Joanne Marie brought her to the resort where he performed and waited for him. She prayed that he was the same person she always wanted to see.
Her knees are getting weak. Her heart thumps and her lungs can't breathe any air. A man carrying a guitar came.
For 3 years of searching, she met thousands of informants, thousand faces of people whom she asked for help. And now, for the same result, this man resemble him, the names were also the same but he's not the person she wanted to see.
She slid onto the driver's seat, closed the door, fastened her seatbelt, and then fired up the engine. She put her earphones and played the last shuffled music. It was David Pomeranz, 'Got to Believe in Magic,' she wanted to cry. She's really exhausted and hopeless. Her friends were even giving up in helping her. Should she stop on believing? Should she stop on searching?
3 years of searching is enough. Finding a person who leave and hide was never a good idea. Every day of hide and seek was tiring. Her friend reprehends her with those lines all this time but she never stops. Does it make sense? I continue growing because of my conviction that I will meet him again.
Got to believe in magic? She turned off the music, there's no magic, she thought. Maybe there is, for those who compose this song, for those who experience it, for those who saw magic in their sweetest love but not for Margarette Andrea de Silva.
She stopped for a while and suddenly turned on the music after gaining another hope. There's really magic! And fired her engine back to Batangas...
@imaFISH Now, memory is a tricky thing. I'm usually pretty good at forgetting, but not with the moments that molded me to where I am now. No one can convince me to stop from believing... Meeting him is the sweetest and painful day of my life. (A few seconds ago, Monday 10:50pm)
I could still remember my college days. It was never a petty day like others have. I was the guitarist of The Hunt, the famous band in Atlas University. My family owned the university for century. It was located in Quezon City, Philippines, owning a lot of more than hundred thousands of hectares in the area.
Quezon City is the former capital and the most populous city in the Philippines. Located on the island of Luzon, Quezon City is popularly known to Filipinos as QC, one of the cities that make up Metro Manila, the National Capital Region. The city was named after Manuel L. Quezon, President of the Philippines, who founded the city and developed it to replace Manila as the country's capital. Quezon City is not located in and should not be confused with Quezon province, which was also named after the president.
The most noted students in the campus were my band mates. Freed Gonzales was the bass guitarist. Vince Angeles was the drummer and Gian Carlo Lee, the Lead guitarist vocalist was the leader.
Battle of the band is a traditional competition in the University for the Music Department. It was held every 2 months in the Campus Concert Hall. The Hunt won the title for almost 2 consecutive years.
Gian was Margarette's first love. Her first love story was as usual as the typical drama that you can see on televisions. Stories like, childhood friends that soon begins to be a lover. Story of a girl who pretends to be a boy and later wins the heart of the man she loves and even enemies that soon become lovers.
Her story was as typical as those stories. She fell in love with a perfect looking man, who looked serious and gentle above other students in the whole campus. Unfortunately, a bad guy appeared and wrecked the relationship. He eradicated the situation. In the end, the bad guy would be her lover.
