1:21 PM. I've arrived at the bungalow belonged to our family, Polarsci; registered under our eldest sibling, that is currently can be found in the Lakanyaya. A baranggay where you can find yourself mesmerized to the beauty of the hills and grassy lands, that surely can give you the sensation of wanting to sleep in the grass for the first time in your life. Aside from its environment. Lakanyaya is close to as a village rather than in a sense of baranggay, given that the houses residing in the place are a bit too far from each other. The people of Lakanyaya, especially the children- can still safely traverse the land because the hills are not so steep, had roadblocks, lights and trails for people to know where they would walk onto. Moreover, there are estimated 1,207 families residing in the Lakanyaya.
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The house of Polarsci is stood just below a small hill- closed to the main road. Built in two distinct levels. For heritage and an heirloom of our family, as well as may be consider a summer house.
It is currently inhabited by their two daughters, which is us. Who had been taking and making changes in the ever conditions of the bungalow.
Well, we have permission to do so, so why not?
The ground floor is built with stone that is commonly serving some practical use. As it was reserved back then for cooking and preparing the tools and ingredients for our daily life. Over time, we kind of made it more of a storeroom. A quiet repository for things that we are not using frequently. Those things will be kept for; let's say decades or just completely forgetting about it. Except for other things, yes... we'll want to throw them at the bin.
Above it, going on the second floor requires you to climb up stairs, that are built in the side of the house. As for its level design, it is rose in contrast; fashioned from wood and lighter materials such as paper, bamboo, and rattan. You may call it the main part of the home, as it laced with different familiar rooms of domestic life like in the province. A modest kitchen, a simple bathroom, a dining area where family meets and bedrooms that offers a delicate rest for everyone.
There is even a special room, for your prayers, and studies. There is also a room for designated for rituals that speaks in miracles and magic.
Speaking of which for the architecture of the house, in its entirety. It bores a striking resemblance to ancient stone houses in the country of Spain. Furthermore, the size of the bungalow can house a family of 7.
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I went inside of the house and called for my sister's name. "Aly?"
Still, the ingredients that I bought are still in my hands. I decided that I must go to the kitchen first, since it is always the place where would my sister be, in her free time.
Somewhere between in the past. Our Mother had said her opinion about the renovations we had done, -those things are so odd, especially with a house like this. It is so out of taste. Those wares, what is it called? So that's why people nowadays do not know how to use clay pots anymore.
She's half right. I mean- her point is correct. Because- why would be there a modern basin and toilet bowl in a house like this. Adding the other appliances herein.
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As soon as I entered the kitchen, I found Alysse- preparing the necessary tools for cooking.
"You brought everything?"
"Yes... here. Everything's you need is here. The vegetable and... the pork."
"Good. Just put in the table, and I will do the rest."
Though having an interaction with her nowadays is so cold, her mischievous side is still over the top, of course that is whenever she had a time for joking around.
A lady like her should prioritize the title she had. Love, Peace, Childbirth and Protection. I always get to misunderstand her motives. Even to this day, I still get to misunderstand her.
In old narrative in the town, from where I am still ignorant back then. I secretly heard a conversation from a man and a man. To cut a long story short: -She looks like a water lily flower from a secluded-majestic pond.
I am so positive that they don't have any of the slightest idea that in her younger days, she is so vile.
Goodness, that what is- I can recollect more of her story that serves in my memory; that she is so very alluring in parties. I still can even remember how she asks me to help her send pardons, that she cannot guarantee her presence.
However, since time can affect everyone. Age is one of the factors of life in this world.
Let's just say that whenever she moves around our garden, already had been nullified, worst term: expired. But she will be born again, so yeah... Just imagine yourself in a scene or a dream; where once you can meet a literal goddess, outside of your home, and you and her. Have its own chance to look at each other's eyes, personally in her floral garden. Gosh, no wonder why the trash bin is so full, 50 years ago.
You feel right through her nose; she did not fell for you.
That sucks.
Good thing, when there are people who only want here to boast. Our family photo is always in the living room. I don't know if there are paintings about her as a legend, but I'm confident that there are paintings about someone's admiration for the Dian Masalanta. As a god of Love and Peace, she still has to reject them in a manner of where she can find them appease and contented with her answer.
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While Alysse is preparing for our lunch, I went to my bedroom.
/humms.
It is a room that looks like just classic interior of many living rooms in countries across the world. And personally, I made it my own way, my design. But, I had a reference of a cozy like. Waking up, bask in sunlight, you saw your paperwork piled up in the table. You can hate and love the mood at the same time.
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Since we're only 2 living, I destroyed some walls in the house and that made my room shape like a t shape. However, it's uneven t shape; both sides are thick but are not proficiently in the same wavelength, same goes with the straight one, halves.
Due to its long processed of work and I'm not good with it. I had to call some help for renovations; as well as the carpentry of what would I like inside.
-A slanted table with already built small compartment for holding a candle, in the east.
-A drawer for my necessities- like clothes in three above, bags are next, shoes in the last, and in the middle are for my clothes again. In entirety, I'd say it is pretty big for a drawer, but on the bright side. My daily things are not taking too much space. Next to my drawer, there are bookshelves side by side; sandwiching each other. Placed on the southern side of my room. So, I just can push myself from there onto, to here, since I have a chair that looks like it came from an office.
-As for my literal bed space, I place it on the west side. So, it would be just near at me, whenever boredom hits me. And if I just want to sleep directly every time I went home, I will just jump from chair to bed.
"Ah... the wind sure brings refreshment to everyone." I threw my bag at my bed. "Anyways... What do I have for this month." and sat at the office chair I have.
I open the notebook that always sits in front of me on the table. It has the look of a journal, with a hard leather cover and thick paper for you to write anything. It is the perfect standard for using various pens.
Sure, smartphones are convenient and pocket-sized that enough for a person to carry anywhere. Nothing still comes close to a notebook, when it comes to making annotations from time to time. I mean it can give you another identity in the public.
As for the contents of my notebook, it is in an organize manner or where I put my main goals for a week, and month. Also, some sidetracks to where should I visit for unwind.
"There is nothing for... tomorrow, friday... and up until... next week."
-Do I really not have any friends? "Geez."
What should I do then?
hmmm.
What about other things? Let's see.
"Sigh. Plain boring."
Buy a fertilizer every 2 weeks
Visit the school for the children, every wenesday
Pay the bills in a monthly basis
Read The Chasm: History
This is so-
Wait.
I think it doesn't seem obnoxious if I write that ominous mirror in here.
I'll write that down at the back.
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Maybe I should also give myself a warning about that guy too.
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I do not trust him completely. Especially how he talks in a cryptic way. Normally, people who talk like that in an open space means they are taunting you, but geez- that is inside of a closed quarters meant for suppressing noise outside. Above all, that mirror that I don't even know or even stumble upon a similar thing, plus having to read in scriptures. There wasn't to begin with. Nor anything written about the object from other kinds of sources.
Now that I think about its intricate detail. I should make a recollection or a drawing about it.
I do seem to remember that its frame has a gilded color- doesn't seem to be made by gold completely, since when I came closer to the mirror. It was made in massive measurement, that a 5 of me can fit in a line. Even a god will not choose something so big. So, maybe it is likely covered with gold leaves, or some people may had already painted it with special hues of yellows.
The frame also had an elaborated carving, floral motifs, scrolls, waves like ends of sea water. Probably inspired from classic elements of baroque. It is also can't be considered new since it has damage to its overall material. But what really upsets me when I saw it up close. Not because it is simple to my perception, because I already see a hundred of mirrors from when I visit an odd fellow before. It is because, it is made by an obsidian- polished that it became white, that still it cannot reflect any light or matter, but my hand. When it got close to it.
I know I am not wrong.
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-Nevermind.
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I should draw it on a piece of paper and take a photo.
"I should send this to- "
Tsk.
I forgot.
Mother doesn't use smartphones, let alone having one to save if there is an emergency.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"STOP SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!"
Oops.
"My bad!"
Why does someone with such an enormous of beauty have such a deep voice when angry.