The Desperate Housewives BUZZ

I am an addict. I confess. Its the glam, the drama, the story, everything about Desperate Housewives just makes me wanna STOP and imagine how life would be if I was in Wisteria Lane. Yup, to be seeing Mike Delfino or Austin Britt topless, or Gabrielle Solis hooking up with the gorgeous John (Jesse Metcalfe), would make me really really happy.

Even Oprah Winfrey was hooked up with the awesome show. She even had an Oprah episode where she made a 10 minute spoof, pretending she was a "Wisteria Lane" housewife. She even got a fake husband!!! Now that IS entertaining.

I really can't get enough of Wisteria Lane. The stories just keep on getting better!

And the promotional pictures? Oh, the promo pix of DH are to DIE for. The picture above is one of the best, taken at a Laundry shop or whatever. Hmmm... kinda makes me wanna wash my own clothes. :) The picture is very ironic, the glam in the ordinary... Makes me just wanna smile...

Lifetime Warranty

Whoa. My conversion is DROPPING, DROPping, dropping...
They put me on the f*ckin' Prio 1, making me take most of the calls that should be divided EQUALLY between all of the agents here. What are they trying to do? KILL my conversion, then FIRE me for not having good stats???

Sh!t, this day sucks. To think that I wore my one of my favorite shirts. Believe it or not, I am typing at one word per minute. After typing one word, my phone rings again, I have to do the entire lame spiel AND THEN, as typical as it may seem, it's a customer service call, or a workable call BUT I don't close the sale.

I have one sale today. One sale without any warranties. I have to have another sale with an attachment. OR ELSE. There goes my monthly appraisal. How can I be regularized? I mean, I have been working with this company for 2 months, and I wouldn't want to recieve an email or a letter saying that I didn't get through, and that I will have to stay as a PROBY for another 6 months. Double sh!t.

It's 11 pm. The queue has finally ceased. I get the chance to at least relax and breathe in the air-conditioned air.

For a moment I get the feeling this day will eventually be OK.

I hope I get another sale.

I'll add a warranty to that f*ckin' sale.

I Miss You

I miss you.

I long to touch your face and tell you that I love you. I have never like this before. I want to settle down and grow old with you.

You are the one that I have been waiting for my entire life. You are the one that I think about each time I wake up in the morning. The one I think about before I eat my lunch. Sound a little cheesy, but yes, I really can't stop thinking about you.

All my life I have been waiting for the time when I can experience being loved for who I am, no pretensions. You came to my life and made me realize how colorful life is. You are my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The icing on my cake.

Boo, before you came I felt really sorry for myself. I was in oblivion. Now I can definitely say that the days are brighter, colors more vibrant. I long to be with you. I want to feel your embrace.

My love, no one can come close to me as you did. Only God knows how happy I am knowing that someone has finally come to be my savior. You saved me from myself, you saved me from the limbo that was about to eat me whole. I was dying to die before you came. Now I long to LIVE.

I.
Love.
You.

Three words that can never be enough to tell you that I really do care for you. I adore you. Ti amo. Minamahal kita.

Today, as the world turns, as I wait for the sun to rise, I softly utter you name and wish that this is not a dream. I want to go to sleep and wake up knowing that this is the truth, that this is really the calm after the storm.

I love you. No, that's a lie. This is more that just love that I feel. You are my life. I continue existing because you are there.

I, William Charles Zenith, love you.

A contract will never be enough to fortify this feeling.

A hug will never be enough to let you feel what I feel.

A kiss will never be enough.

You are my love. My existence.

I love you. More than words can say.



And I miss you.

A Pianist's Dream - PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

Her hands moved gracefully on the keys of the piano, playing the deep and dramatic notes of a song masterfully created by a deaf man a long time ago. It was very obvious that the song was her favorite, for she has mastered the song, her emotions are clearly visible from the way her body swayed, her eyes closed as tears dropped from the windows of her soul.

A breeze blew from an open window, and her long white locks danced like ballerinas on stage. The pianist stopped playing and closed the piano's cover. She sat in front of the piano for a long time, staring at a picture taken so many years ago.

The picture showed two persons, both of them wearing black pants and white long sleeved shirts. Their ties were of different colors, although the picture has faded and the colors are not discernable. Their hair were jet black and well combed, there faces austere and unsmiling. Both of them were carrying rolled up pieces of paper. A school's logo and name was on the picture.

The pianist took the frame and touched the faces on the picture. She stood after placing the picture back on the piano. The pianist carefully walked towards the open window and stared at the garden outside. She savored the cool breeze and closed her eyes.

A door opened and a man entered the room.

"'Tay," the man said. "Its time to go. "