Test I.
Write a short story using the 1st person narrative style.
Bragging about the unknown
Sometimes I wonder if my childish acts keep me away from love. I know I'm still young and has a long way to go but you see this peer pressure keeps barging me. I feel loveless and alone most of the time. Oh, and that feeling that rages your curious mind whenever you see lovers walk down the hallway... makes me feel ugly.
Yuck. Disgusting thoughts.
I was at the library today researching for our final requirements. These nonstop paper works were very stressful and heartbreaking. Oh and did I mention that this is a solo project? Yes. It is. Harsh professors.
The library is quite empty today. Librarians were busy staffing the shelves; The guy on the table near mine is sleeping with white Marshal Law headphones on his ears. I bet he also has his car. There's a couple near the window, cuddling. Well, there's a pile of cooking books in front of them but surely it's just for show. The guy looks very cute and charming in his blue polo shirt. The girl is okay. She's very white and she's wearing a heavy make up. And here I am, not concentrating on my research, having a private date with myself in a cold and silent place is not bad. I love times like this.. when I would just sit somewhere deep thinking and judging every person that would walk by in front of me. And with this kind of dates with myself, I can't help thinking about my love life.
I am single for 18 years now. I didn't experience those "kilig" and flirt moments when I was in highschool. There are a few guys who tried to steal my heart, but non of them worth it. They either just do it because of a bet, a rebound and because they just feel like it. No. I am not desperate. Of course, who wouldn't want their own happily ever after?
I want a guy who still manage to write me a longhand soppy sappy love letters. A guy who can knock me of my feet. A guy whom I can be proud of and who is proud of me. And above all, a guy who will love me because that's what his heart tells him.
No, he doesn't need to be perfect. I am just into the traditional courting way. Like how the movies did it.
Uh-oh. here I am again. Thinking about the future man who'll be the prince of my life. Sorry, but I really can't help it. And there's no law against it. But the negative side of it is that it's depressing and stressful. I'm pretty sure you have felt it too.
This year, I promised myself to not brag about it too much. I'll just concentrate on my studies and aim for a pot of 4.0 in all of my subjects. I know he'll come. God will give him. It maybe tomorrow, next week, next year, or ten years from now. I have a long way to go. I had a long way to go.
"Excuse me, Miss. Is this yours?" A baritone in a hush form of voice lingered in my ear. As I follow where it came from, a guy holding a handkerchief is standing blankly at me. He has a curly hair and is very handsome in his varsity jacket.
Could this be him?
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Saw this written on a yellow sheet of paper snipped inside my planner.. This was a final exam which when we take akala naman quiz lang ng bongga.. and because our professor is so compulsive, inisip nya lang ang ppaexam nya nung oras na mag ttake na kami. Anywayyy, it was one of my favorite subjects last semester even though it gave us a lot of stress and all.
My story was a bit quite of showed a side of "me".. at dahil 1hour lang yan at may test II pa, I had no choice. That's just what I had in mind that time. Sorry na. I wish I can write such stories again, soon.