Jacob I’d say he didn’t really know that he did. But just the fact that he kept my head working. He kept my creativity flowing by asking me to produce storyline after storyline for the role play. It kept my brain alive. Despite the stress and the exhaustion, he still kept me going. The  fun conversations, the amazing ideas and also a bit of support here and there. He helped in contributing to keep my creative juices, the source of my projects, flow. So I could safely say he is my hero.

Marlon, the other one who helped me survive throughout the day. He put up with all my ramblings, complainings and rants. He allowed me to pass on my burdens to him, so I’d feel lighter. He cheered me up with a few jokes and also kept me on my feet. He kept me fighting the stress, the exhaustion and also the want to give up.

Those two saved a damsel in distress, they are knights in shining armor. They are my heroes.

They both really pushed me to work harder and that I can do it. Even though time was against me. They became my pillars of support to get through the day, to get through all the stress and the for helping me stand when I fell. They pushed me to do what I had to do. It was a remarkable experience. Having 2 knights by your side to accompany you and to have them push you through the darkest of days. I am really thankful.

Walking in those huge doors of the church makes me feel like I’m stepping into a new time, a new age. An age of elegance and art. It feels like I walked along side the people of the renaissance. It is indeed such an amazing and uplifting experience. I always marvel at its grandeur, I usually find myself standing in the center of the aisle basking in the elegance and radiance of the church. It makes me feel grand. My eyes usually can never stay in one spot always shifting from one amazing peice of art to another. Every part of that church looks grand no matter how old it is already. Being in that church makes me experience history.

She always seems uninterested when you first see her, I think some say she’s a snob. But when I see her with her friends, she doesn’t seem snobbish at all! Her real smile appears when he arrives. They’re always together. The have the same classes and all that. They’re pretty sweet. Most of the time I see her playing video games in class, or in the cafeteria, a total video game geek.

Here she goes again, blogging her heart out. Talking about someone and also what she has experienced. She probably thinks the world’s against her or something. Sometimes I wished she’d lighten up a bit. It actually fun to see what she’s writing, she always making stories up about this Jin character and the character’s love interest, Kaidou. She’s always planning out what scene happens next and what she wants to happen. I think she’s hopeless romantic.

She’d probably be surprised to read this. I mean, how could some stranger write this much about a person when they never really met or even spoken to each other. She’d probably freak out and say I’m a stalker.

That’s who she is, the girl with crimson frames.

Based on what I’d observed a guy like him, had a room that could be comapred to a bachelors pad. A sleek design. Neat and simple. Though you could say his simplicity, was also luxurious. He could be rich, so a room filled with branded items. A king-sized bed all for himself. Silk sheets and feather pillows. I’d say he’d have a nice oak study table, with a sleek black laptop on it. He’d probably have closet filled with suits and fashionable branded clothes and a whole shelf of shoes. It would probably have a walk in closet too. He’d have his own bathroom with a bath tub. With marble table tops and ivory sinks. Gold faucets of maybe just those silver ones but they never rust.

I could see that he was conscious about his appearance, so I’d guess there’d be a mirror in his room. He had the look of intelligence also, a book shelf  would also be in his room too, filled with his favorite novels, most probably about mysteries and myths. He’s the type of guy who has a lot of friends so his room has bean bags to accomodate his friends. His room would have nice big black framed windows and an oak door with a gold door knob.

Today I spent the day with a friend and usually, when it’s the first time I meet them, I’m so shy but today I was really really really talkative. I felt I knew her for such a long time!

I was given a “joker” card by a friend, I procrastinated the whole night, pure coincidence?

A lot of people were very mean to me, they really hurt my feelings today.

I was ignored twice by people who I reached out to. So I concluded not to help out at all.

People were to busy for me today that even if I was in a hurry, they told me to meet them up in the lobby.

I was used and abused by a friend today, that’s not something new.

I drank my favorite bottle of milk tea today, I can’t wait to buy more!

I woke up to my alarm clock today even though I didn’t sleep much. Usually, I just turn it off then go back to bed.

I did my photoshoot in an hour and got good shots.

I watched Jeff Dunham in youtube, I never thought I could laugh so hard that I start feeling weak and numb all over.

People hurt me emotionally today, I wonder what I did to them. I didn’t even talk to them the whole day.

She left that day.  They felt empty no matter what they held, it never felt the same without her within their grasps. They missed her. They missed the warmth she brought, the smoothness of her skin, the very feeling of her heartbeat against the tip of their fingers. They cried that night, their faces buried beneath the pillows. Their master fast asleep but dreaming about her. They, on the other hand, could not sleep.

“Will she come back?” asked the left. The right stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say to his other half for he knew there was a big chance that she wouldn’t return at all. The right looked at his master, sound asleep as he may seem, the hand wished his hardest that his master would get her back. “I hope so brother, I hope so.” was all that he could answer.

Morning came, they had their baths. Sunny as it was, they felt so gloomy. She used to hold them as she greeted the master in the morning. Now mornings felt empty. There used to be children running about. They used to pinch their cheeks or ruffle their hair as they came running towards them. The house that was once a home felt empty. The left could not help but frown. “I miss the children,” he blurted out as they were having breakfast. The right holding on to a cup of coffee did not respond. He did miss the kids but saying that he missed them wouldn’t bring them back. He gave out a sigh. Suddenly, they found themselves rubbing against the hair of their dear master, they pulled on his hair and then slowly they slid down where they came face to face with him. “Master…” muttered the right. Soon enough they tasted the saltiness of tears. The master sobbed that morning and the brothers did nothing but hold on to him, hoping that they have given him the comfort he was looking for. The lonely day passed. The right holding a pen as he scribbled letters and letters  at work the whole day as the left held on to the forehead of his master. Both worked without a word despite the feeling of exhaustion and pain. It seemed that the days kept on going and going.

“I’m sorry.”

One morning they awoke to find the warmth they were longing for. They were over-joyed. “She’s back!” the left exclaimed. His brother smiled back at him as they ran down her curvy waist. Her skin against theirs, her heart beat upon their fingers. The children ran towards them, they caressed their cheeks and ruffled their hair. The sun was shining through the kitchen windows. The left holding on to a fork smiled at his brother holding the cup of coffee for they knew things were back just the way they were.