Werq... its all pressure if you don't know the buttons, but I would say its never manipulation if you know how to get the results you wanted. Ever felt like you need to clean the mess first before you can study in your room for the big exam. Some of us can function better if we have a cleaner soroundings or maybe a clearer perspective.
Funny how this read (for me), check this one out at http://www.cutehoroscopes.com
and now....
ON BORROWED WINGS
He was in the prime of his youth without a care in the world or so most of the people think when they see him. But through his walk to the beach he has been thinking on what will become of him at twenty-five and what is he looking for in life.
His thoughts had separated him from all the rest that are idly walking on the beach. He didn’t mind or even notice the two giggling girls who were giving him an eyeful; both scantly clad and are bathing in the afternoon glow of the summer sun.
It was a fifteen-minute walk from the beach to his apartment, and on this particular walk as he was now walking on the walk-way stopping a while and putting his sandals on he noticed this mobile of cylinder chimes strategically placed in a single strand of what seems to him a threadlike metal that gleamed in the sun with silver luster. The chimes sounded pleasantly peaceful even in the hustle and bustle of the people coming and going from the beach. It was hanging outside the balcony on the third storey.
From across the walkway to the street which was about ten meters, there is a bookstore painted in fire-truck red and an elaborate metal signage made of copper or bronze in an oval shape was gleaming clean at the corner just above the door to the shop, the metal engraves read Lengua en el Alma. Language of the Soul, it was quite nice looking spot which seems filled with books at the sizable area of the lot and on the second balcony he could hear the chorus of the chimes in the mobile.
The mobile in itself looks like it is going to fall any minute but by equilibrium it seemed to defy gravity and it just hangs there dancing on the breeze. It was a wonderful sight, pleasing to the senses, and a welcome distraction from his deep thought. LloHan has this habit of speaking his thoughts out loud as if talking to himself, but he makes sure no one in earshot hears him otherwise they might think he’s nuts. ‘I have been passing this way but I have never noticed this place, not until now. A bookshop with chimes on top.’ He sighed and smiled to himself. He was thinking of getting in the shop and look around and maybe even ask who owns the chimes on top and maybe where they bought it but decided against it, he still has a date with this lady his friend Francis del Castillo has arranged.
LloHan is really not into blind dates, he thinks he is not that desperate but Francis was insistent that he meet this girl for tea, for he said she was an English expat of notable family. ‘I wonder what a proper English lady is doing on the Spanish shores.’ This thought has raised his curiosity a bar that is why he finally agreed on this date or for tea. He never got used on the idea of drinking soaked aromatic weeds on fancy china. This always hit him as silly.
(to be continued)
Funny how this read (for me), check this one out at http://www.cutehoroscopes.com
and now....
ON BORROWED WINGS
He was in the prime of his youth without a care in the world or so most of the people think when they see him. But through his walk to the beach he has been thinking on what will become of him at twenty-five and what is he looking for in life.
His thoughts had separated him from all the rest that are idly walking on the beach. He didn’t mind or even notice the two giggling girls who were giving him an eyeful; both scantly clad and are bathing in the afternoon glow of the summer sun.
It was a fifteen-minute walk from the beach to his apartment, and on this particular walk as he was now walking on the walk-way stopping a while and putting his sandals on he noticed this mobile of cylinder chimes strategically placed in a single strand of what seems to him a threadlike metal that gleamed in the sun with silver luster. The chimes sounded pleasantly peaceful even in the hustle and bustle of the people coming and going from the beach. It was hanging outside the balcony on the third storey.
From across the walkway to the street which was about ten meters, there is a bookstore painted in fire-truck red and an elaborate metal signage made of copper or bronze in an oval shape was gleaming clean at the corner just above the door to the shop, the metal engraves read Lengua en el Alma. Language of the Soul, it was quite nice looking spot which seems filled with books at the sizable area of the lot and on the second balcony he could hear the chorus of the chimes in the mobile.
The mobile in itself looks like it is going to fall any minute but by equilibrium it seemed to defy gravity and it just hangs there dancing on the breeze. It was a wonderful sight, pleasing to the senses, and a welcome distraction from his deep thought. LloHan has this habit of speaking his thoughts out loud as if talking to himself, but he makes sure no one in earshot hears him otherwise they might think he’s nuts. ‘I have been passing this way but I have never noticed this place, not until now. A bookshop with chimes on top.’ He sighed and smiled to himself. He was thinking of getting in the shop and look around and maybe even ask who owns the chimes on top and maybe where they bought it but decided against it, he still has a date with this lady his friend Francis del Castillo has arranged.
LloHan is really not into blind dates, he thinks he is not that desperate but Francis was insistent that he meet this girl for tea, for he said she was an English expat of notable family. ‘I wonder what a proper English lady is doing on the Spanish shores.’ This thought has raised his curiosity a bar that is why he finally agreed on this date or for tea. He never got used on the idea of drinking soaked aromatic weeds on fancy china. This always hit him as silly.
(to be continued)
No comments:
Post a Comment
EMAIL & NICK REQUIRED FOR YOUR COMMENTS TO BE POSTED.