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My professor best remembered


            It is almost five years since I've laughed with my best friend. We have just moved form Cainta to Project 6. And By the time we arrived to our new residence, I went up straight to my designated room. And as I entered my new room, with my things, a big window surprised me. It was the best room I've ever had. I excitedly unpacked my things and simultaneously deposited them in their places. After that, I've discovered that my room had a veranda. As I went out to the veranda, a cold breeze caressed my face. And while enjoying the view of the stars from the veranda, suddenly, a light from another window caught my attention, and from that window I saw a beautiful young lady. She was like an angel dressed in night clothes. Even in the distance, I could see her poised acts. I was captivated by her beauty, as if I was under her spell. That night I had trouble in sleeping, it's not because I"m not yet used to sleep in my new room, simply because I couldn't get her out of my mind. Thoughts in my mind were piled up. .
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             The next morning, my eyes flew open because my face was bathing with the sun's light. The first thing I did was to look for a curtain, but nothing of the old curtains would fit the huge window in my room. So I asked my mom if she could buy me a new curtain. The next day my mom bought a bamboo blinds, and told me to cover the window so that in the morning the sunlight won't gleam onto my face. As I was hanging the blinds, the young lady that I saw the night before was looking towards me. I tried to look at her but I was very nervous. I just pretended that I didn't notice her. After I hanged the blinds, I steeped off the stool and went out to the veranda and pretended that I was looking for something. Then unexpectedly, she stepped out from her room to her veranda. The distance between us was not that far. As she stepped out, my heart started to beat faster than the normal beat. Then she sat on a bench with a magazine on her mannequin like hands, sunlight poured on her porcelain skin, bangs hanging on her forehead, and her lips were red as cherries.


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