Remind Me Again

003

Dedicated to my best friends! Riagen Abarte and Charmaine Ledesma for the wonderful time doing JUST DANCE 4 with me! Thanks for the patience of dragging me to the dance floor! hehehe I think the song "Catch Your Wave" by Click Five suits this chapter. Happy reading!

003  (Ivan's POV)

“Can I go forward when my heart is here?”

~Romeo and Juliet; Shakespeare

June 12, 2011

Do you believe in destiny?

Well, I’ll roll my eyes at you if you do. I’m sorry to burst your bubble but I just don’t do that crap. I’m not the kind of guy who gives hearts and flowers. I’d rather spend my day skate boarding and vandalizing the streets. I am a nonchalant about Heart’s Day. (￣^￣)

Destiny is something people invented because they can’t stand the fact that everything that happens is the result of their choice.

I am not bitter or anything. The author of this story just granted me with this rare kind of disease called “Hypopituitarism”. If you happen not to have heard about it, it’s a disease that doesn’t allow a person to feel the rapture of love. Is it really possible? Well, I claim not to have felt those romantic feelings towards another person. Maybe it’s true when I am programmed to be like this.  I don’t know what kind of blasphemous ideas she has in her brain to make me like this. Anyways, I don’t complain about it. At least, I won’t be worry about getting myself into the unruly depression of people when they fall in love. No slow motion or fast forward. I have no idea if there’s a cure to this kind of disease but I am very much interested on the person who could break this untimely curse. <(￣︶￣)>

I used the back door once I arrived at our house. It’s a good thing that I am in good shoes with the security guard at the main entrance of our subdivision. My parents’ argument voiced out of the dining room once again. I am betting that their discussion is about me boycotting school again. I don’t like to go to school. I think that I am smart enough for it. I know how to read, write and count. I think that’s enough to make a living. I hate these kinds of arguments when there is no way I am gonna turn about it. So I tiptoed inside the dining area and changed the usual Latin music playing during dinner time to one of my mixes and blasted it to full volume before it says play. The moment they realized there was a change in music, I was already locking the door to my room.

Now if they want to fight, they could pretend to be Cloud Strife and Sephiroth with the Final Fantasy 7 background music. I was even tempted to see the horror in their faces. But of course I laughed wickedly at myself. (・｀ω´・)

I lunged for my bed and I lay my head down my pillows.

Today’s a very interesting day. To think I’ve met a very weird girl who calls herself Tamara. I looked at her number in my palm, smiling like an idiot.

Gah! I have her number in the palm of my hand! Whoa says the world! \(^-^)/

I immediately stood up and grabbed the phone on my bed side table, completely ignoring the knock on my door. I dialed her number and a humanoid answered.

“Who’s this?” It’s the homo sapien. I was tempted to answer.

“I’m Tamara’s friend.” I tried to sound more placid and respectful. “I was wondering if you could put her on line. Tell her it’s Ivan Patricks.” (^^;)

There was a pause on the other side of the line. I then hear people talking in the background. I count 30 seconds until the humanoid remembers to answer me.