Wednesday, December 06, 2006
It was already lunch time when his class ended. He didn't have any classes after that. Thinking about where to place his mark on the building, he decided to take a tour by himself. He was used to being alone.
Room by room, he checked to see which place would be perfect. Then he found one. The walls were filled with leather pads, and there were a lot of large sheets of cloth covering bulky objects underneath. He didn't mind them. He went directly to the wall which matched the total height and width of his "masterpiece". After deciding which angle he should start on, he took out a spray can.
After a few minutes, he was finished. He took one last look at what he had done.
"Perfect!"
There, written on the wall, the words ART FOR THE SOUL.
He moved back from the wall, but as he walked backwards, he hit something. And it made a "clanging" sound.
Curious, he checked out what it was. Underneath the dirty white sheet, was an old piano. Turns out, the place was a music room. As if being hypnotized, his eyes were drawn to the white and black keys on the piano.
He slowly sat down. Raising his left hand, he pressed on a C-note. Hearing that familiar sound, his mind drifted off back to the time when his father was still teaching him how to play the instrument.
"Your hands are capable of unimaginable force, use it to create such powerful music. So powerful, they can make everything change."
The words still echoed in his mind. Then as if a blinding light was coming towards him, he felt as if being hit by a truck. He had come to his senses. He remembered then what had happened after that day being with his father. He blocked that memory from his mind and found himself unconsciously playing the piano like mad.
Until he hit that last note. He stood up and covered it again. As he was about to move away from the piano, the door slammed.
Alarmed, he turned to see who was at the door.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" An authoritative voice spoke out.
He didn't answer, instead he walked towards the door, where the man stood beside. Before he was able to go out, the figure grabbed his shoulder and said,
"Clean up that wall, else you'll be suspended."
He didn't mind the warning. He simply walked away.
He was about to go to the parking lot, when a voice on the speaker announced, "Lanz Lowengrinh! Report to the office immediately."
Crap!
Room by room, he checked to see which place would be perfect. Then he found one. The walls were filled with leather pads, and there were a lot of large sheets of cloth covering bulky objects underneath. He didn't mind them. He went directly to the wall which matched the total height and width of his "masterpiece". After deciding which angle he should start on, he took out a spray can.
After a few minutes, he was finished. He took one last look at what he had done.
"Perfect!"
There, written on the wall, the words ART FOR THE SOUL.
He moved back from the wall, but as he walked backwards, he hit something. And it made a "clanging" sound.
Curious, he checked out what it was. Underneath the dirty white sheet, was an old piano. Turns out, the place was a music room. As if being hypnotized, his eyes were drawn to the white and black keys on the piano.
He slowly sat down. Raising his left hand, he pressed on a C-note. Hearing that familiar sound, his mind drifted off back to the time when his father was still teaching him how to play the instrument.
"Your hands are capable of unimaginable force, use it to create such powerful music. So powerful, they can make everything change."
The words still echoed in his mind. Then as if a blinding light was coming towards him, he felt as if being hit by a truck. He had come to his senses. He remembered then what had happened after that day being with his father. He blocked that memory from his mind and found himself unconsciously playing the piano like mad.
Until he hit that last note. He stood up and covered it again. As he was about to move away from the piano, the door slammed.
Alarmed, he turned to see who was at the door.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" An authoritative voice spoke out.
He didn't answer, instead he walked towards the door, where the man stood beside. Before he was able to go out, the figure grabbed his shoulder and said,
"Clean up that wall, else you'll be suspended."
He didn't mind the warning. He simply walked away.
He was about to go to the parking lot, when a voice on the speaker announced, "Lanz Lowengrinh! Report to the office immediately."
Crap!
@ 3:18 PM
It was a breezy morning as he got out of the first building, Building M. The sun was covered with huge trees with long branches. Looking at an average view, most of the students found their comfort zones under a sturdy foundation, giving them large enough shade to lie on the grass. Picturesque.
He could see the field, so big and wide, as he walked towards Building B. The field was empty, still the sun has splashed luminous rays of light on the field. The grass was greener than ever.
As he got to the room, it was packed. Everyone were so busy talking to each other. He walked right in and saw three empty seats at the back. One was beside the window, the other two were just like any ordinary seats. He occupied the one beside the window which looked out in the open field.
"Everyone here?" a raspy voice called out.
The class answered with "no", "yeah", and "what do you think sir?"
"Good, good. Now, I'm Mr. Douglas Peterson." writing his name on the white board, "Prepare yourselves because from this moment on I will be taking you back," gesturing his hands, looking up at an imaginary thing in a dramatic way, "Way back into the time where goofy hairs and lame fashion sense ruled the world."
The room was filled with mostly snickers. One even acted out a coughing tone disguising the word "You suck".
Just as the professor was about to continue with his dramatic introduction, two girls who were happily chatting with each other came in, this disrupting the professor's act.
"Ahh, more meat or pain in the neck?" The professor said, looking at both girls.
"Depends sir." the brunette girl said.
"Depends on what Ms. Montgomery?"
Flipping her hair, she placed her left hand on her hip, "on how you plan on making this class interesting."
The class then went to "ooooohhh..."
"Now, class. Confidence is one thing, ignorance is another. Take your seats at the back ladies."
Arguing with them won't do any good to this class.
"Jess, I think we should try out for the soccer team." Ashley said.
"I'll think about it, if something else doesn't come up then why not."
Ashley noticed a guy, who seemed to be sleeping, next to the two empty seats. She tapped him on his shoulder, and asked,
"Excuse me, are these two seats taken?"
Without looking up, his face buried in his arms, he replied,
"You see anyone sitting there?" with a sarcastic tone.
A bit surprised, they didn't resort to battling it out with words. Jess and Ashley simply sat down and continued on with what they were talking about earlier.
Sheesh, there's no stopping these blabbermouths. Cadey thought, he wasn't at all sleeping, in fact he was merely trying to think about what he's going to be active in this year.
I guess I'll just wait on it.
He could see the field, so big and wide, as he walked towards Building B. The field was empty, still the sun has splashed luminous rays of light on the field. The grass was greener than ever.
As he got to the room, it was packed. Everyone were so busy talking to each other. He walked right in and saw three empty seats at the back. One was beside the window, the other two were just like any ordinary seats. He occupied the one beside the window which looked out in the open field.
"Everyone here?" a raspy voice called out.
The class answered with "no", "yeah", and "what do you think sir?"
"Good, good. Now, I'm Mr. Douglas Peterson." writing his name on the white board, "Prepare yourselves because from this moment on I will be taking you back," gesturing his hands, looking up at an imaginary thing in a dramatic way, "Way back into the time where goofy hairs and lame fashion sense ruled the world."
The room was filled with mostly snickers. One even acted out a coughing tone disguising the word "You suck".
Just as the professor was about to continue with his dramatic introduction, two girls who were happily chatting with each other came in, this disrupting the professor's act.
"Ahh, more meat or pain in the neck?" The professor said, looking at both girls.
"Depends sir." the brunette girl said.
"Depends on what Ms. Montgomery?"
Flipping her hair, she placed her left hand on her hip, "on how you plan on making this class interesting."
The class then went to "ooooohhh..."
"Now, class. Confidence is one thing, ignorance is another. Take your seats at the back ladies."
Arguing with them won't do any good to this class.
"Jess, I think we should try out for the soccer team." Ashley said.
"I'll think about it, if something else doesn't come up then why not."
Ashley noticed a guy, who seemed to be sleeping, next to the two empty seats. She tapped him on his shoulder, and asked,
"Excuse me, are these two seats taken?"
Without looking up, his face buried in his arms, he replied,
"You see anyone sitting there?" with a sarcastic tone.
A bit surprised, they didn't resort to battling it out with words. Jess and Ashley simply sat down and continued on with what they were talking about earlier.
Sheesh, there's no stopping these blabbermouths. Cadey thought, he wasn't at all sleeping, in fact he was merely trying to think about what he's going to be active in this year.
I guess I'll just wait on it.
"Time check it's 7:45 am, for those who are still in bed, you better wake up, don't want to be late you know. Wake up, get.."
"Stupid radio!"
Lanz swiped his vintage alarm radio off his bedside table. He hid under the covers and went on sleeping. Just as he was about to drift off to dreamland,what seemed to be a faint knock with a voice calling out his name that suddenly turned to a loud banging sound on his door awakened him. Irritated, he threw a shoe lying just beneath his bed at the door and shouted,
"Bug off!"
God! How can i get some rest here when everyone's out to annoy me?! He thought, not even minding where he's supposed to be right now. He'd been through a rough time. This is the only time where he could get to fully rest.
Cadey got out of the shower, just as the clock struck 7:44 am. He hurried to his closet and took out some clothes from the closet. This closet is no ordinary closet, for inside is like another hallway. The left side is filled with his shirts, polos and upper body clothes, while on the right is for his pants, shorts and lower body clothes. His shoes are found at the end of the room, filling an entire wall with three shelves located on it. Cadey isn't the type you would call vain, he's just into collecting clothes, shoes and accessories which complements his whole persona. Catching a glimpse on the clock, he hurriedly picked out some clothes to put on and after finding the right clothes to wear he checked himself in front of the mirror. For today's concept, simplicity, He thought as he faced right to left. Grabbing his bag, he recalled if everything was in place, till he remembered his brother. Damn, it's so hard to wake up a log. His brother sleeps like one. He walked up to his brother's room, which was 10 feet away from his, and pounded on the door.
"Lanz! Wake up! I don't want to be late!"
He shouted, pounding hard on the door.
"Bug off!"
was Lanz's reply. Hearing this, he decided to go downstairs and catch a quick meal.
"Nana!"
Cadey called out as he reached out for a sandwich prepared for him. Just as he took a bite, a 50-something year old woman appeared from the servant's quarters. It was their Nana, she had been a part of the family already, looked after 2 generations. She was the most humble and frail looking woman they have ever known, but has the kindest and purity of heart, this is why she is loved by the family.
"Ading, don't shout, I'm not that old you know."
She said, walking towards the counter.
"Sorry Nana, but that big jerk upstairs won't even bother to move a muscle, and we're gonna be late."
Cadey said, looking like a kid running to his mother.
"Don't worry child, this is your first day at school, and I know you don't want to be late at this kind of things. You finish your breakfast, while I go check on your brother, Ok?"
With a sigh Cadey replied,
"Ok."
"Good, I'll have him ready in 30 minutes."
She assured Cadey with a wink.To do this, Cadey knows her brother will really be up, even though it's only a few minutes til their classes start. Checking his watch again,
"Shit!"
Then he dashed out the door and got on his RAV4. Good thing there wasn't much traffic, so he arrived 5 minutes before the exact time at school. He didn't know where to park, so he ended up in a spot where there where red lines on the concrete. He didn't care, he was late!
He got out and rushed to the nearest school door. He looked at his schedule and easily found his first room. As he went in, students inside were busy with their chit-chat. He just shook his head and looked for an empty seat. There were two at the back, he opted for the one beside the window. He could see the field from there, as well as the parking lot which was just before the field. From a distance he could make out a familiar figure coming fast towards the parking lot. It was his brother on his CBR 600.It wasn't a surprise that their Nana could get his brother to do what he's supposed to be doing. He was about to reach for his phone to call his brother when a middle-aged man came in the room."Applied Science!"Just a loud call and everyone were in their seats.
Woah, this guy has some effect on these people. Cool.
"I am Mr. Reeves, no further introductions. When I call your name," he paused, "you know what to do."
Now, what kind of professor is this?
The orientation didn't take too long, before he knew it everyone were already rushing out of the room. He got his bag and headed to the door. By the hallway, he saw his brother looking dazed, just standing at a corner. He didn't mind him. His next class was still in the next building.
"History." This is so lame.
"Stupid radio!"
Lanz swiped his vintage alarm radio off his bedside table. He hid under the covers and went on sleeping. Just as he was about to drift off to dreamland,what seemed to be a faint knock with a voice calling out his name that suddenly turned to a loud banging sound on his door awakened him. Irritated, he threw a shoe lying just beneath his bed at the door and shouted,
"Bug off!"
God! How can i get some rest here when everyone's out to annoy me?! He thought, not even minding where he's supposed to be right now. He'd been through a rough time. This is the only time where he could get to fully rest.
Cadey got out of the shower, just as the clock struck 7:44 am. He hurried to his closet and took out some clothes from the closet. This closet is no ordinary closet, for inside is like another hallway. The left side is filled with his shirts, polos and upper body clothes, while on the right is for his pants, shorts and lower body clothes. His shoes are found at the end of the room, filling an entire wall with three shelves located on it. Cadey isn't the type you would call vain, he's just into collecting clothes, shoes and accessories which complements his whole persona. Catching a glimpse on the clock, he hurriedly picked out some clothes to put on and after finding the right clothes to wear he checked himself in front of the mirror. For today's concept, simplicity, He thought as he faced right to left. Grabbing his bag, he recalled if everything was in place, till he remembered his brother. Damn, it's so hard to wake up a log. His brother sleeps like one. He walked up to his brother's room, which was 10 feet away from his, and pounded on the door.
"Lanz! Wake up! I don't want to be late!"
He shouted, pounding hard on the door.
"Bug off!"
was Lanz's reply. Hearing this, he decided to go downstairs and catch a quick meal.
"Nana!"
Cadey called out as he reached out for a sandwich prepared for him. Just as he took a bite, a 50-something year old woman appeared from the servant's quarters. It was their Nana, she had been a part of the family already, looked after 2 generations. She was the most humble and frail looking woman they have ever known, but has the kindest and purity of heart, this is why she is loved by the family.
"Ading, don't shout, I'm not that old you know."
She said, walking towards the counter.
"Sorry Nana, but that big jerk upstairs won't even bother to move a muscle, and we're gonna be late."
Cadey said, looking like a kid running to his mother.
"Don't worry child, this is your first day at school, and I know you don't want to be late at this kind of things. You finish your breakfast, while I go check on your brother, Ok?"
With a sigh Cadey replied,
"Ok."
"Good, I'll have him ready in 30 minutes."
She assured Cadey with a wink.To do this, Cadey knows her brother will really be up, even though it's only a few minutes til their classes start. Checking his watch again,
"Shit!"
Then he dashed out the door and got on his RAV4. Good thing there wasn't much traffic, so he arrived 5 minutes before the exact time at school. He didn't know where to park, so he ended up in a spot where there where red lines on the concrete. He didn't care, he was late!
He got out and rushed to the nearest school door. He looked at his schedule and easily found his first room. As he went in, students inside were busy with their chit-chat. He just shook his head and looked for an empty seat. There were two at the back, he opted for the one beside the window. He could see the field from there, as well as the parking lot which was just before the field. From a distance he could make out a familiar figure coming fast towards the parking lot. It was his brother on his CBR 600.It wasn't a surprise that their Nana could get his brother to do what he's supposed to be doing. He was about to reach for his phone to call his brother when a middle-aged man came in the room."Applied Science!"Just a loud call and everyone were in their seats.
Woah, this guy has some effect on these people. Cool.
"I am Mr. Reeves, no further introductions. When I call your name," he paused, "you know what to do."
Now, what kind of professor is this?
The orientation didn't take too long, before he knew it everyone were already rushing out of the room. He got his bag and headed to the door. By the hallway, he saw his brother looking dazed, just standing at a corner. He didn't mind him. His next class was still in the next building.
"History." This is so lame.
