The story that has been ended by lack of sleep added by a dash of formaldehyde with a consommé of dribble and pinch of neck aches driven by slow to hard ballad tempo covering back twinge sting by heart repulses and heat waves due to some informalities and formal acid breakdown between some era around A.D and B.C. This story has been brought to you by the international Pre-school Political ad and by some pedophile freaks.

Well the title said it all…

Ces’t La Vie…

Vermillion Part 3: The Misadventures of me. (Black Edition)

The seventh day of April was called “Black” because of the people who celebrate this so called “Holy week”. What’s so holy about black anyway? And is Friday really that dark to be called “Black”? Well for me, I’ll just stay here and enjoy the festive atmosphere in my sleep-deprived state. 

Morning came and my cell phone was flooded by some messages that were sent by some good Samaritans. I enjoyed the morning greetings so on and so forth but my morning isn’t complete without my…. 

MOOON!!!! 

Yes, that should be momster yelling my name…And that should be my everyday wake-up call… 

Breakfast is ready!!! 

I know… 

So I went downstairs to eat the first meal of the day…Anyhow, I’m noticing that I’ve got this blank, empty and bare face everyday… I don’t know why but recently I’m not interested in doing anything rather than to sit and chill my lungs out…I’m not in the mood to do anything…. 

When will you clean your room??? 

Never…perhaps… 

I’m asking you something…Why won’t you answer me??? 

I’m too lazy and maybe because it’s too early for you to ask that annoying question… 

26.T> I’m going up now…. 

Silence then followed. I headed up in my room and I look down to my cell phone to see the people who love me from the not…Well, they’re many alright… 

26.T> Don’t you people know how to knock???We will go to the hospitalThen Go…Leave me alone….26.T> is that so??? Samir will finally get circumcised?Yes26.T> Good luck to him… 

After some time they made it back home and managed to disturb my hibernation…Let me guess…They want to enslave me again…   

I’ll give you the papers that you should compute. Now you know the feeling of having a job… 

Why should I know? It’s your work not mine… I should be credit for this not you…your monthly salary should be given to me…So I gave my father a “Passive” face just so he knows that I’m not amused by his deeds… 

The moment of complete silence came…My father left then left…Maybe because he can’t bear the silence or maybe he just can’t bare my “Passive” treatment…  

Mon!!! 

Aha! That’s my mother crying out wolf! 

Go but some medicine for your brother and…oh…also buy siomai. 75 pesos would do. 

I say Freedom!!! Freedom!!! 

26.T> Bye… 

I don’t have any choice left so I nourished their whims. As I walk by the road towards Mercury (The drug Store) I noticed some girls were looking at me smiling and they were having this disturbing look (And by the way they were nowhere pretty). I was disturbed, shocked, petrified and probably traumatized by their unwanted attention. Maybe they have a fetish for a boy who’s wearing a baseball cap and wearing this “Passive Face”??? Who cares??? 

26.T> M-Miss can I get 11 pieces of this medicine and 4 pieces for this one???Me being nervous. And I’ve got 500 pesos for this…Sure. That’ll be 300 pesosGreat!!! Don’t worry momster. The change is mine!!!26.T> ThanksYou’re welcome.So walking it was. The job was done, now I’m headed to the home of the great dimsums,SIOMAI HOUSE. 

26.T> M-Miss I’ll buy 75 pesos for thoseWill you buy this one or that blah blah blahI said I’m gonna buy that blah blah blahGreat. A fight between two old geezers. I’ll bet this one to” miss siomai house”.What will you buy kid??I’ve already said it to you a couple of time but you didn’t heard because you were busy killing that old hag like yourself. And don’t call me “kid” either.26.T> 75 pesos of siomai please.Ok, here you go.26.T> Thanks. 

How I wish Antipolo didn’t have this funky curves and roads and ups and downs. I’m getting exhausted walking already. Wait, I can ride a tricycle, right???  

The scenery as I was walking. 

People staring at you not because I still have my baseball cap, not because I’m still wearing my “Passive face” and not because I’m really really hot. It’s because I’m holding two plastic bags which contains Siomai house’s™ own siomai and Chowking’s™  best Spareribs. Yummy treats for hungry hippos. Well, I’m back at our house and my mother is really itching to yell at me… 

 Ces’t La Vie…

I hate lonely summer days…….

 Two days of nothing but nothing. No contented sleepy nights, No easing communication, No soothing calm feeling and No Stellar!!! This specified moment of ill-fated cliché is making my head nerves nuts. I believe this feeling is called “Missing someone so bad that you can’t think straight and act right just because you’re MISSING SOMEONE SO BAD!!!” The pain of missing someone can eventually make every single time-era of my life a living torment of pain and misery. And that sentence before this sentence is not actually exaggerating it, I’m not acting this Overly, It’s just too painful to be parted with your only Love and Lights. I know some of my buddy out there knows this feeling well. Or do they?  Well, this feeling is making me crazily mad! I want to be with my Stellar everyday, every single second and every single moment after single second. Just like all of em’ said…”Every second I’m without you I’m a mess…”   

I missing you bad and I cannot sleep (really, I can’t freakin’ Sleep!!) I miss you, I miss you so (Me being repetitive)I miss you and I LOVE YOU STELLAR……*sniff* *sniff*  
Ces’t La Vie……Huhuhuhuhuhuuhu