Friday, 11 November 2016

BIPOLAR DISORDER AND DEATH (remove first three words)




BIPOLAR DISORDER AND DEATH (remove first three words)

With all the healthy, normal and functional neurons I have, I wish to talk about bipolar disorder. But this was  three days ago. I guess all my neurons and even my other cells are  starting to expire that even my soul can disagree no more.

How am I going to describe how I feel with words deprived from careful word choice? I am so thin like I’m  gonna be a perfect instructional material for skeletal system.  Everything hurts especially my  throat, chest and head. I cannot stand for more than five minutes so I just lie on my bed and suffer from another death-infested sleep. It’s as if the world’s turning upside down where my head’s hanging on an oak tree. I cannot breathe. I cannot hear.  I cannot taste. I go to the comfort  room for shameless expulsion. I  cannot do anything not even my lessons because I either  doze off or have  headache attacks . I cannot think. How can I teach effectively when I cannot think?

Thursday this week, I met my students  for the second semester.  Everything was going well in the morning but in the afternoon, especially on my last period, I couldn’t muster strength to explain nor to stop them from misbehaving. The next day, I had to take a leave until this day. So far, I got salary deduction for three days. That’s why I don’t want to be confined in the hospital because I won’t have savings left. I know I have to go but my dreams are more important than this. It’s so funny that I remember saying to my class “I am not afraid to die.” But I’ve realized that when you feel like you’re almost on the brink of death, you become regretful of the things you did not do and the things that you wished for.

I remember those I’ve hurt but did not manage to ask for forgiveness. I remember not being competitive enough, for not trying to win over myself, for being mediocre, for not being on top because of my laziness and growing boredom of academics and ranking. I know I can do better but I lack confidence and motivation. I even stopped from writing my thesis proposal. remember being carefree and spontaneous all the time that I lost track where I really wanted to go.  I was too happy. I spent my weekends swimming, trekking, driving, chatting nonstop, eating, roaming , reading literature, blogging, painting – yes, these are all wonderful but are these really  necessary?  I remember being insensitive to my health conditions; I remember my waning faith in God, of not  attending mass every Sunday, of not praying, of not doing good deeds, of not believing that He will heal me.

Death.  I remember riding on that boat during a stormy weather but managed to survive. I remember having that cramps while swimming but managed to swim back before losing my last breath. I remember those nights I could barely breathe because of unknown reasons. I remember how my heart suddenly fluctuates though I am just sitting and looking at the stars. I remember being harassed because of my desire to go for an adventure. I remember almost fainting because of intense workout and kill-all diet. I remember having my class but it’s like I was sucked by a blackhole but still, I managed to smile. I remember almost killing myself in a motorcycle accident. I remember making my body suffer like not taking my medicines, not sleeping for 8 hours and not eating. I remember my mood swings in high school and college. Maybe, I had bipolar (that will be discussed if ever I get well). I remember how  brave I was, how  ready I was. But now, I do not remember how to be that person again.

According to Norman Cousins, “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what died inside us while we live."

If that’s true, then I am good as dead.




Saturday, 22 October 2016

ONE OF THOSE DAYS



Today, is again, one of those days.
One of those days is set by these parameters.
1. Why are you alone?
2. Who is your boyfriend?
3. When are you getting married?

And my answers would always be
1. Why not?
2. None
3. No plans.     

I think people should stop asking these questions because I, myself is not even a bit interested. Let me enlighten you.

1. I am mostly alone especially when I go shopping and that’s when you see me often. I love going out to eat, observe people and buy unusual stuffs. Mind you, I have circles of friends but I am not that selfish to tire them from my OOTD hunts.

2. a. I don’t have a boyfriend because having one means an extra parent nagging you of where to go, what to wear and whom to be with. And I don’t yearn for that. My parents are enough.

b.  I enjoy my independence and freedom. I don’t need a man to help me carry my backpack, take a photo with that  #relationshipgoals, punch assholes or pushes the door when it says pull. I will get what I want with my own thinking and strategies.Hello! I’m turning 25. I can decide for myself and  glue myself together when I break.  And please, do not assume that people who are alone are the loneliest. We have individual differences, and I make a difference by saying that my company is enough to keep me happy.

c. Having a boyfriend means being attached to someone. It’s a give and take relationship. You have to make constant messages and calls, dates etc. I am not the clingy and pababe type. In fact,  I am a million contradictions but somehow,  CONSISTENCY counts a million YES’s for me. I want a guy who never fails to meet my expectations, understands my weirdness   and who still makes time for me despite his busy career;  however, throughout my life, I’ve never encountered that guy.

d. They say that I have to lower my standards. Why do I have to? Again, I am the one in-charge of my love affair and not you.

e. I have been in an official relationship (just once) yet it was something short-lived and surreal. Does that count? Nada. There you go folks, I have not fallen in love yet.

3. I will marry the man of my dreams, soon but this time, I just want to chase my dreams, support my family and save more than enough to finance my travels.


 So, next time, please do ask me sensible questions like.
1. Are you free? 
2. Do you want to go to the beach?
3. D you want to drink milk tea?

That will be much appreciated.











Monday, 17 October 2016

ANO’NG ULAM TITSER? BULALONG LESSON PLAN (Isang Lathalaing Dyornal)


June 2012
Bagong college graduate. Naging instructor sa private school. Nagturo ng English, Filipino at Science. Sumweldo ng 50/hr. Muntik matanggal kasi ayaw ng mga istudyante. Terror. Snob. High Standard. Miss Sungit. Straight English. EOP sa loob ng klase. Bwisit.

September 2012
Tumaba. Nagkacrush sa Dean. Nakapasa sa LET. Hindi nakaattend ng Oath-taking Ceremony. Nag-enrol ng masters pero kinuha Guidance and Counseling kasi nga frustrated psychologist.

November 2013
Naging administrative aide at titser sa isang public school pero ang sweldo ay pang-admin aide. Tumaas nang bahagya ang sahod.

January 2014
Pormal na naging titser sa public school. Nagturo sa junior high school at sa tech-voc.
Nasabihang hindi naman maganda, maputi lang.
Chinismis ng kung ano-ano.
Tinawag na Maria Mercedez ng mga estudyante.
Nabully ng ibang guro. Naireport etc.
Nagkaroon ng MIO sporty.
Umiyak nang todo.
Gusto nang magresign pero you have to exit with grace.
Bumangon at nagturo. Dineadma mga chismosa at bullies.
Bumait.
Mas naintindihan niya ang mga iba at sarili niya.
Nakahanap ng mga bagong kaibigan.
Nagzumba. Nagpainting. NagGYM. Nagbar.

June 2014- April 2016
Naging designated guidance counselor nang isang taon.
Mas bumait.
Tinapos ang academic requirements sa masters.
Nakipagdate. Nainlove. Niloko. Gumanti. Nanreject.
Gumawa ng blog.
Unti-unting natupad ang bucket list.
Naging palasimba.
Nabangga.
Nabayaran lahat ng utang.
Naging waldas sa pera dahil laging nakaOOTD, kumakain at nagtratravel.
Pagod nang magturo pero nagtuturo pa rin.


May 2016
Naging divison-based SHS teacher kasi gusto niya sanang mapunta sa ibang schools kaya lang hindi naman nakaalis.
Nasunog ang balat.
Nagparebond.
Nagtraining ng 18 days.
Sinunog ang kilay sa pag-iingles kasama ng mga magagaling na guro sa rehiyon.
Nagtaka kung bakit nagtuturo pa rin hanggang ngayon.

June 2016
Opening. Naging Teacher III.
Nakilala ang mga Grade 11 students ng EIM at Academic Track.
Nag-enjoy. Magagaling ang mga bata. Talented. Maingay pero may sense ang sinasabi.

July- September 2016
Nagthesis writing.
Naging sakitin at bumalik ang insomnia pero buhay pa rin.
Nagrevolve pa rin sa pagtuturo ang araw-araw na buhay.
Sari-saring classroom activities. Snakes and Ladders. Search. Rap. Puzzles. Speech Choir. Quiz Bee. Social Media Apps etc.
Namemorize niya lahat ng pangalan ng mga bata.
Nagmiki kasama nila. Nagmcdo kasama nila. Nagovernight. Nakipagkwentuhan. Nakinig sa mga life stories. Umiyak. Tumawa. Humagulgol. Humalakhak.
Napamahal sa mga bata.

October 2016
Nasurpise noong teacher’s day. Sa unang pagkakataon, may nageffort na pasayahin siya. Ang saya-saya. Natupad ang isang pangarap niya.
Maraming nagbigay ng regalo at lahat iyon nakadisplay sa bedroom niya.
Sumayaw ng pang80’s.
Ang atensyon ay puro na lang istudyante.
Natulog at gumising na ang nasa isip mga istudyante.
Hindi na siya nahihirapang bumangon araw-araw kasi lagi niyang gustong makita sila.
Minahal niya ang mga bata nang buong-buo.
Ngayon lang niya naramdaman ito sa apat na taon niyang pagtuturo. Iyong koneksyon, Iyong parang red string of fate. Iba eh iba. Hindi maipapaliwanag gamit ang mga salita.
Nagtanong siya sa sarili, “Hindi ka na aalis, no?”


Hindi sumagi noong hayskul ako na magiging guro ako. Ayaw na ayaw ko ang mga guro kasi hindi ko sila masyadong maintindihan. Ayaw ko pa ng uniporme,  pang-matanda kasi. Tingnan mo nga naman ngayon, mapaglaro ang tadhana. Guro ako.

Noong nakaraang lingo, nagkukuwentuhan kami ng mga kapwa SHS teachers.
Sabi ni ma’am, ‘At the end of your work, pag happy kang umuwi, it means makabuluhan ang buhay mo. Masaya ka.’
Parang nagising ako bigla. Hindi ko na maalala iyong huling beses na umuwi nang malungkot. Araw-araw kasi akong umuuwi nang may ngiti sa mga labi. Parang namulat ako sa katotohanang , ‘Ang sarap parang maging guro.’ At unti-unting lumiwanag ang lahat , ‘May silbi pala ako sa mundo at araw-araw akong magpapasalamat kasi naging guro ako.’

XYZ: Ma’am, I’ll deliver my speech today.

Ayan, may magsspeech. Wait lang. Makikinig muna ako.

















Sunday, 9 October 2016

Like any other drama at night, I am here to agonize your life.
I am again in the position of inflicting pain to myself. I let myself be attached to some people who may or may not stay until the end. I am also annoyed to those people who posts PATAMA in public. Why not to her/him in private so that she/he can learn? I just don't like the idea of ranting and discriminating others publicly especially by professionals.

Let me talk about teaching since it's Monday tomorrow.

I don't want to do it anymore. It's boring and plain. It's being stuck in a deserted road. I only draw my strength from my students who somehow like me - tho I am a bit crazy and bipolar. They got me gifts during the teachers' day and I must say that I was overwhelmed with all their efforts especially that they have made me a princess which is one of my frustrations. Last night, we had an overnight in my student's house. It was fine bonding with them. I want to be with them because they satisfy my social needs and surprisingly, I like it more when I'm with them than with my colleagues. It's as if I'm retrograding, I mean, being silly and fun, careless and too giving. I am planning to stop engaging myself to them but I just can't stop  most especially that we had so many good times. Maybe, some teachers noticed that I am too closed with my students and they started posting that these students have no respect for me anymore. I totally disagree. In our classes, I make it to the point that it's businesslike and friendly. How can they blurt it out like that? I don't have hard feelings for them since from the very beginning, I did not fit in. That's another reason of staying away because I don't belong.

So, if the plan materializes, I only have 5 months left before I leave the country. I can't wait for that. I've been wanting to go ever since and do another job regardless how low it might be. I don't want to take that huge responsibility of teaching the youth because until now, I don't have confidence that i am effective and inspiring. My personality is not even parallel to the right qualities of a teacher.

But with all these years, I must say that I have learned a lot from the profession.
1. Not all teachers are plastics. There are still those whom you can trust.
2. Teachers corrupt.
3. Teachers tell lies.
4. Teachers harass students.

I won't forget those students  whom I spent time with. Those students I have known their lives and heartaches.Those students who have put their trust in me. Those who make me laugh and smile. Those who speak of my beauty and kindness. Those who give pieces of unsolicited advice, Those who ask how are you. Those who come in my class and listen attentively. Those who prioritize english. Those who greet me and carry my things. Those who kiss and hug me. Those who hold my hands. Those who bring me closer to God.

The more than 4 years was pretty long. I endured it. And it's time to let go.

Friday, 7 October 2016

BARAKUDA: A LOVE UNTOLD (Chapter IV)



I sat beside her.
“We cook the best seafood paella.”
Silence.
She stared at me. Then it hit me. I have fallen for her.
“Red, I want ice cream.” She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life.
I stood up and offered my slightly quivering hand.
Her eyes fixed upon me, she moved in close, holding onto my hand.

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One plate of Seafood Paella for a stunning lady.”

“Wow. Did you cook this?” Red served me a large plate of Spanish masterpiece of rice and all-star mix of chorizo, prawns, mussels and chicken seasoned with the unique flavor of saffron.

The one and only.” He proudly declared with that fake British accent while carelessly unbuttoning his white long sleeves. He grinned.

“Are you seducing me?”

“You want to be seduced baby?”

I was mesmerized as I stared at his dazzling, breathtaking male beauty from his light brown eyes to his Moreno skin and full pinkish lips, to his amazing cheekbones and chiseled jaw line , to the muscular chest and 6-pack abs peeking out.  He moved closer that I could feel his breath on my face.

“Baby Ata,” he said in his sexy, husky voice. He moved his hand closer to my cheek and saw him swallowing hard.  His gaze went to my lips and as his gaze returned to my eyes, I arched my head down anticipating what was to come. With my eyes closed, I felt the touch of his hand as it slowly touched the side of my lips.

“Not yet baby,” he said and gave me a half-laugh as he pulled away. He sat down on the chair opposite me.

I couldn’t find the right words to say.  I assessed myself. What am I thinking? Am I frustrated because he did not kiss me?  He’s just another asshole from a bunch of assholes including Metis. Where is Metis? He did not even look for me! I dismissed those thoughts and murdered the seafood paella.

“You must be hungry.” And he started to laugh. I  ignored him and busied myself tasting, biting, swallowing the shrimps.

“Sir, tumawag po si Mr. Soriano. Hinahanap kayo. Papunta na raw po siya dito.”

Sir? Bakit nagsisir iyong frontdesk officer. Suki siguro siya dito. Baka maraming dinadalang chikababes. Tsk. Gwapo nga babaero naman.

“Bakit daw?”

“ Nagmamadali po sir  eh. Otw na po siya kaninang tumawag.”

“Ok. Salamat Toby.”

“Sige sir.” Umalis na si Toby at ako, finally, patapos na ring kumain.

“I have to go. Miss, bill please,” I informed the waitress standing closely.

“You don’t have to pay for it. It’s my treat.”

“ Wala akong barya pamasahe kaya ako na lang magbabayad. Miss, iyong bill, pakibilisan.”

Lumapit iyong waitress sa amin.

“Ma’am kasi..”

“Ano?”

“Sir..” Humihingi pa siya ng tulong ah. Crush niya siguro itong barakudang ito. Barakuda naman talaga siya. Malaking tao, matipuno pero alam ko, malaking sakit din ang idududlot niya sa akin…

“Go back to work. I’ll settle this.” Tumalinama naman iyong babae.

“Ano bang problema mo?! Kanina ko pa gustong umuwi! Look, if you insist on paying for the paella, fine! It’s all yours, I’m going!” I stood up and headed straight to the door.

“Ata!”

Don’t turn around. Keep moving.

“Ouch!”

I looked up into the face of a man I hated since today. Now, we stared into each others’ eyes, me instinctively reaching for my weapon. There was no movement, no sound.

“Ata! Hey, are you fine?” Red was then infront of me holding my face as if I’ve just been bumped by a car.

“I’m alright. I really have to go,” I whispered.

“Bro, watch where you’re going! You fucking hurt my girl.” Red turned around and faced him, ready for a bloody fight.

“Metis?!”

“Red.”

What??!  

“Sir Red, nandito na po si Mr. Metis Soriano,” biglang pasok ng frontdesk agent tapos tumigil nang makita kaming lahat .

“Sir, iwan ko na po kayo.”

Eksenador itong Toby na to ah. Grabe, oo nga no. Mr. Soriano. Metis Soriano. Sa dinami-dami ba naman ng Soriano, maiisip mo bang si Metis iyon? But, how are they connected?

“Ata, can we talk? I’ve been looking for you for almost two hours. I would not forgive myself if something happened to you. Thanks God, you’re safe. I’m really sorry.”

“Not today,” I didn’t even look at him.

“I’ll go ahead.” I quickly said and decided to leave them.

“Wait,” they pleaded in unison.

“Ata, please. Let’s talk. I’m sorry. “Metis persisted, following me outside the hotel restaurant. I walked faster.

“Let’s start over again , please,” I stopped.

“Ata,”

“Don’t touch me ever again!” I shouted.

Red swiftly punched Metis in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and stunning him for a brief moment. The quick blow had opened Red up for another attack but Metis was too fast in putting a simple sidekick into Red’s stomach, doubling him over.  Metis followed that up with a quick rising uppercut. I did not know that Metis could fight. But this is too way too much!

“STOP! BOTH OF YOU! STOP RIGHT NOW.”

Red fell on the ground. His bottom lip was bleeding.

“Don’t touch my girl! Or else, I’m gonna fucking rip off your head!”

“You’re girl?! Stop dreaming bro. She’s mine!”

“Fool! I am not your property Metis!” He was dumbfounded.

“Leave us alone!” With that, he started to walk away, back hunched and head dropped. But why does it hurt? I wanted him to leave but why does it twinge me back? Is this really the end of our friendship?

I walked around and to Red. “Does it hurt?”  I asked, barely breathing, holding on to Red.

“It will only hurt if he hurts you. Let’s go,” Red said, slowly standing up. I felt him place his hand on the small of my back to lead us to the seashore. 

Once we were there, I breathed in deeply. I let the cool crisp air fill my lungs completely before slowly holding out the breath I did not realize I had been holding. The horizon is now sprinkled with tiny, gliterring stars. Moonlight danced off the waves, illuminating the water with silvery patches.

I heard Red’s sigh. I turned to him, watching the ocean breeze whipping his hair softly around the edges of his face. Even in the diminishing light, his brown eyes sparkled with the moonlight.
He met my gaze and smiled.

“You know what?” he asked.

“What?”

“ I love the beach. That’s why I decided to put up my business here. To feel at home. To feel like I belong. There’s something in the beach that comforts me, something that keeps me living, something that sparks my passion.”

“You own the hotel and restaurant? I thought...”

“ I followed my dream all right. Eventhough my parents did not approve it since they wanted me to become a doctor. What do you expect from a family of medical practitionerss? I became rebellious then eventually stopped Med school,  I traveled a lot and when I was in Singapore, I met Metis.”

“You are friends?”

“Were.”

“Huh?”

“He’s so nice. He was there when I was in the lowest moment of my life. He convinced me to pursue my dreams and he was one of the reasons why the hotel was built. He helped me a lot. And I am eternally grateful for that.  But.”

“But? What happened?”

Kurt didn’t reply for a long moment.

“You want to swim,” he inquired. “Let’s go,” he stated pulling my arm..

The water was so cold. My heart beats more rapidly when he slowly wrapped my fingers around mine. He ran his long skilled fingers through my hair. I bit my lip.

He scooped me up in his arms and began to move his face closer to mine. Now, his body was pressed against mine. And he looked into my eyes and kissed my forehead gently. He touched my cheek softly. I touched his bleeding lip and trembled with this nagging feeling of anticipation. Carefully, he leaned over to kiss me. It was soft , calculating. I could taste blood, wine and cherries.  

He buried his face into my neck and breathed in, causing me to shiver. He took off his long sleeves revealing lots of tanned, toned skin with the sought-after abs. I nervously ran my hands across the panes of his chest, over his abdomen, and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer. He took my head between his hands and pulled it down into a fast, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and making it last for much longer than I thought I could go without breathing. I could already feel his manliness. And it’s huge. Again, he’s everywhere up my back and over my arms and suddenly he’s kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I’ve never known before

“Wait, Red. This is too fast,” I forced myself to stop him .

“I really like you Ata. Since the day we met, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Don’t you feel the connection? I think the universe is conspiring for us to meet.” he murmured and moved closer and felt his exploring hands on my waist.

“But what happened between you and Metis?”

“Do we have to talk about him now?”

“I want to know.”

He looked at me and said slowly. “It happened one night in a hotel. We were drinking hard. Then he confessed. 

"Confessed what?"

"He’s gay.”




Friday, 30 September 2016

BARAKUDA: A LOVE UNTOLD (Chapter III)



We arrived 2 hours later in Club Punta Fuego at Nasugbu, Batangas on his brand new blue Lexus car. I am wearing a long high-slit baby blue off-shoulder floral dress with my white strappy sandals. Metis also made me wear a white halo of daisies atop my waist-length ash blonde curls. Metis is dressed with that navy blue coat , Grey flannel trousers, brown boat shoes and a pair of stylish Michael Kors' sleek, sophisticated black metal aviators. It’s just so unfortunate that I will miss my gym class , however I’m really anticipating what will happen today. He promised, anyway.

Ata, are you okay?” Metis inquired when we were about to enter the resort.

Yeah. Always.”

“Shall we?” He offered his hand and looked at me intently.

Tinignan ko lang ang kamay niya. Parang may nag-iba sa kanya. Nakadrugs yata. Sweet siya ngayon at parang concerned eh dati, okay lang, sakto lang na magkaibigan.

“Haha! Anyare sa iyo? Hindi ako sanay. Shall we ka diyan. I hate drugs! Pakihuli po to Mr. President” sabay halakhak at hampos sa kanyang balikat.

“ Bakit? Di ba pwede? Di ba ikaw ang date ko ngayon Ata” Lumapit siya sa akin.

“Ata, look, I know this might sound weird and shocking, or this might make you feel uncomfortable or this might ruin our friendship, but I guess, this is the right time to tell you that ….”

Palapitpa siya nang palapit hanggang napasandal ako sa dingding.

“Metis, I don’t want to hear the rest of it please. Look, your friends are waiting.”

“I’ve been holding this for so long…”

He took one step closer. I pushed him away but he gripped my arms until I can no longer move. He moved closer and closer, closer and closer until our noses almost touched. I was desperate. In one single swift moment, I kicked his groin as hard as I can!

“Fuck Ata! Fuck you! I fuckingly love you and it’s fucking crazy to feel this way to someone who is fuckingly a bitch!” He shouted lying on the ground while holding those forsaken testicles.

“And you have a fucked up way of expressing your love! Console those useless balls!  They’re fucking tiny!” I shouted and walked away.

Alam mo iyong feeling na nabackstab ka ng friend mo! Ganoon iyon multiplied by 10! Kulang pa nga iyong flying kick ko sa kanya, kung di lang ako nakadress, wrinestling ko na. Tae pala siya eh! Out of all people, siya pang kaibigan ko iyong magaattempt sa akin ng ganoon. And nagconfess siya out of the blue! Mali lahat! Sana naman romantic iyong pagkakasabi at iyong place. And I never did imagine myself to be in a relationship with Metis. It’s awkward. Business partner slash friend turned boyfriend? Oo, he has everything. He is smart, lean and successful but there are things that we cannot learn.

 “Teka nasaan na ba ako?”

Out there, only meters away is the vast ocean, alive with constant motion.   The white sand crunch beneath my sandals and the waves lap in their steady rhythm, frigid and laced with sea-foam. I can taste the salty air and feel it caress my face. The sun's rays peacefully float, resting on the warm waters. Timid clouds are rarely exposed, leaving the sky to beam blue.  Soothing, a gentle sea breeze rustles through my hair. I took a step into the water. The waves crashed in and over the hem of my dress, soaking it like a rag. I took another step, and another, never taking my eyes off the empty horizon where sea meets sky. The sea is calling me.

“Hey! Are you out of your mind?!!”

“Rape! Rape! Somebody help me!” I shouted as this stranger carried me back to the shore on his shoulders.

“ Bring me down! I said bring me down!”

With all the strength I got, I tugged his hair. He lost his footing and I fell on a hard chest. Opening my mouth, I was ready to scream the living shit out of myself.

I looked up and there he was, up close and personal with his brown eyes glaring at me.

“Let me go,” I pleaded.

He grabbed my waist and looked intently into my eyes. “If you want to commit suicide, don’t do it here! Find any other place except here!”

Suicide? What is he talking about? And why does he look familiar.

“DINUGUAN!” we both uttered simultaneously.

“It’s you!” he exclaimed.

“Get off me! Why do I always end up falling for you?” I stood up and brushed the dust off my hair and dress.

“So you have fallen for me Ata?” he teased.

“Pathetic,” I murmured.

He laughed.

“Crazy,” I sighed.

“You haven’t changed at all, Ata.”

Silence. “What are you doing here? Why do you plan on killing yourself? Maybe, I can help. ”

“I AM NOT HERE TO COMMIT SUICIDE, MISTER.  And I don’t need help from a total stranger.”

“I thought we’re friends.”

“You thought wrong.”

“Are you always angry and grumpy?”

“Yes. Got any problem?”

“Did you come here alone?”

“Are you planning to kidnap me?”

“Yes, I’m playing kidnapper today.”

“Seriously, Red?” I said with utmost sarcasm.

“Gotcha! See, we’re not total strangers. You remember my name.” he sounded amused.

“I’m referring to the sky. It turned red. Don’t assume unless otherwise stated.” I rebutted.

He laughed again as if I cracked a joke.

“What’s funny, care to share, huh?!” while rolling my eyes.

“You’re cute.”

RED’S POV

The wind blew. It was a nice, warm breeze. .  It is  like the classic shots from the movies - rippling, almost in slow motion.

She looked at me just as the brightest ray hit her eyes, which are normally a very standard brown, but in that split second they were the brightest gold, and I just wanted to tell her I really like her. I knew I am into her her the moment I saw her first time. It was instant. I was completely mesmerized by her beauty and personality. She is crazy, spontaneous and there’s something about her that keeps me wanting more.

“Cute is for dogs,” she replied while pouting her lips. I so wanted to kiss those.

“Red, how do I go home?” she timidly asked.

“How did you come here?” I carefully inquired.

“It’s a pretty long story. Where’s the nearest bus terminal?”

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to ride in the bus for another two hours. There’s a problem in their system, I’ve heard it over the radio before I came here and saved you from drowning yourself.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have suicidal tendencies?”

“Chill! I’m kidding.”

“So, I have to wait here for another two hours? How about car for rent? I will pay double.”

“None.”

“Come on. It’s as if we’re in a secluded island!”she snapped. She snatched her phone from her pouch and threw it back.

“You can’t call your boyfriend?”

“This is the worst day of my life” she said in dismay.  She sat on the shore and rested her chin on her knees. She looked resigned and frustrated.

“Do you want to come over?”

Silence.

I sat beside her.

“We cook the best seafood paella.”

The waves crushing.. 

She stared at me. Then it hit me. I have fallen for her.

“Red, I want ice cream.” She smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

I stood up and offered my slightly quivering hand.

"Come with me, Ata." 

Her eyes fixed upon me, she moved in close, holding onto my hand.