Killer Squared

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Dahil sa kawalan ng energy...

Sa Tetris Battle, magpapagulung-gulong muna ako dito.


Badtrip ako kagabi, kaya nga ako nag-aamok ng away.
Pero ewan ko ba, suddenly, I felt nice,...

Maybe because I had fun with everyone?
It never fails, actually.
Friend Therapy is always hundred percent effective.

If ever there is such.


At ngayon, Tetris pa rin.


I'm a scatter brain, really.

Kasi nasa net shop ako ngayon, but I forgot my usb.
How stupid was that????

Me

Hate Talk Trash

Love Tetris Battle.

Hate Spiders.

Love Watch Anime

Hate Not Watch Anime

Love Read Manga

Hate Not Read Manga

Love Books

Hate Dust

Love Lazy Around

Hate Do Nothing

Love Haruma Miura

Hate Flay

Love Cats

Hate Dogs

Love Read

Hate

!@#$%^&*()_+||+__))(*&^%$#@!

Anak ng toasted na tinapay na nakasawsaw sa kape!!!!!



Wala akong ginawa ngayon!!!!


Haha. Ampff...

Nodame Cantabile Marathon... Last Sunday...

Laws

A/N: Dec. 5, 2011 : I don't know if I posted this one before? But everytime I watch Bleach and see Byakuya, I remember how life was for him. This is how much I cry for him.

Disclaimer: The names, the setting, all of the Nippon terms are owned by Tite Kubo. Only the story is mine.

Byakuya Kuchiki, the 6^th Division Captain, rarely smiled. In fact, he never did, except for a few smirks that are not qualified as such. He has a stoic nature, poker-faced even at times of great pressure. He never shows remorse, any kind of emotion. One would deduce that personality to be caused by never-ending wars he witnessed, or caused by maturity. But that is not the case.

A man who follows the law experiences no pain. That has been instilled in him ever since he was born.

He is now that man. But once in his life, he experienced pain. For him, there is no greater pain than that of losing a beloved. The woman who saw and brought out the real him. The woman he cherished and was the reason he broke rules. He never regretted it. The day he made his grandfather, the patriarch of the Kuchiki clan at that time, submit to his wishes, and accept her as his wife. Hisana, who was of no noble blood. She was from Rokungai, but that didn’t hinder him from making her his. If that isn’t love, then love itself doesn’t exist.

And it all ended so soon. Three years is too soon for people whose love for each other transcends worlds, societies, status. For Byakuya Kuchiki, those three years were years of bliss, with his wife on his side. He could still remember everything clearly. From the first time day met, a smile was formed from his ever-tight lips, to the time when he was cradling her dying body, outside the comforts of their home, at the streets where Rukia is supposed to be in.

The succeeding days witnessed Byakuya as a man bound by the rules, by the laws. Never had anyone saw his smile again. His wife’s existence has been everything to him, and that everything has been taken away. But he must live, for there was a promise. He is going to search for his wife’s long-lost sister, and take her under his wings. And even if that is the last thing that he’ll do, he will. Because Byakuya Kuchiki honors promises, especially those he made in respect to the one person he loved the most.

His advisors were right, after all. A man who follows the law knows no pain. Letting yourself be ruled by your emotions will only be your downfall. The head of the Kuchiki clan is now that kind of man. Nevertheless, along with that belief is hope. He is not scared of death, for he is a shinigami. He might not acknowledge it, but there is still a tiny flicker of light in his heart. He is waiting, hoping. For that day when he’ll meet his Hisana again. Until that time comes, he would live, for that is a promise.

! Me !

I looked through my archive, and ....

Yes, it's true.

I never share myself.

It's all about what I do, what I like, what I want, what I need.

There is no What I am.


Is that a good thing or what?

Natsu X Lisanna

Why?

Because they're so kawaii!!!~~~~

Not because I hate Lucy....

Kahit pa noong nalaman kong namatay siya.

Kahit pa nalaman kong hindi na sila magkikita.

Isa ako dun sa umiyak nung bumalik siya.

Isa ako dun sa mga umaasang mawala si Lucy sa eksena.

Sila kasi!

Sila talaga...

Wala mang development ngayon...

Natsu X Lisanna pa rin ako!!!!!

TFTIESYF

Verse 8

            “Day After Valentines Part 3”

A/N: Ang haba kasi ng araw na ito! Haha!!!

Sinalubong niya ang mga mata nito. Kahit naiilang siya, nangingibabaw iyong tuwa at kilig. Ngunit parang gusto niyang pagsisihan ‘yung ginawa niya. Nabasa kasi agad niya sa mga mata nito iyong pagmamahal na isinigaw lang nito kanina. Hindi siya makagalaw, parang may mga paru-paro sa sikmura niya, at habang tumatagal ang paghihinang ng kanilang mga mata, ay ang paglalim din ng espasyo sa kanyang puso. Nakita niya ang sariling nahuhulog sa bangin na iyon, at wala siyang nakakapitan. Ang ipinagtaka lang niya sa imahen iyon, ay hindi siya sumisigaw habang nahuhulog, at walang bakas ng takot ang kanyang mukha. Falling. Falling.

Lumapit ito at may iniabot na isang bagay… “Seryoso ako sa sinabi ko kanina.”

Wala sa sariling inabot niya iyon, pero biglang nagdalawang-isip at ibabalik na sana niya ng mabingi na sila sa lakas ng tilian ng mga babae sa classroom nila.

“Hindi ako mangungulit, pero hindi rin ako tatahimik lang. Ipaparamdam ko sa ‘yo na ‘andito lang ako, at hindi na magbabago kung ano man iyong sinabi ko kanina.”

Napangiti siya,pero bigla ring lumungkot. Marami pang nagtatali sa kanya, at hindi pa niya kayang dalhin kung ano man ang meron sila mula ng araw na ito, dun sa susunod na kabanata. Sa dami ng gusto niyang sabihin nung mga oras na iyon, walang  narinig ang sinuman mula sa kanya.

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Verse 7

            “Day After Valentines Part 2”

Hindi niya alam kung ano ang uunahing gawin, ang ngumiti dito, o ang ipagpatuloy ang paglalakad. Mahirap mag-multi-task sa mga ganoong senaryo. Ito na yata ang pinaka- reckless na nagawa niya sa tanang buhay niya, maging sa buhay ng lahat ng kalalakihan. Ang mangharana, at sa ayaw at sa gusto niya, nanginginig talaga siya. Gulat ang lahat, as in lahat… Alam niyang overwhelmed si Karen sa mga pinag-gagawa niya, pero hindi ito ang oras para bigla na lamang siyang umatras. Tutal, marami nang nakahalata, lubus-lubusin na. Ang nasa isip niya sa mga oras na iyon ay ang ipakita lang kung ano ‘yung nararamdaman niya para sa babaeng rason kung bakit wala pa siyang absent ni minsan. ‘Yung babaeng rason kung bakit hindi siya makatulog sa gabi. Ang babaeng rason kaya siya napalaro ng CityVille. Heto na talaga… Ipaparamdam niya dito ang mga gusto niyang sabihin sa tanging paraan na alam niya. Ang musika.

Just the Way You Are

Mabuti na lang at nasa likod lang niya iyong mga kaibigan niya, hindi siya nangniming tingnan ang kanyang ultimate sa mata, kahit ba umiiwas agad ito ng tingin. Hindi niya malaman kung natutuwa ba ito o naasar. Bahala na.

“Karen Grace Palisoc… I love you.”

This time, hindi na lang hangin ang nakarinig. Buong klase na, nag-echo pa.

TFTIESYF

Verse 6

            “Day After Valentines”

Masaya ang lahat. Side-effect ng katatapos lang, err. . .nagpapatuloy pala na Valentine’s celeb. Maaga siyang pumasok kasi maaga siyang nagising. Hindi naman masasabing disappointed siya sa nangyari, rather, kawalan ng nangyari kahapon, pero parang hindi na siya convinced na seryoso nga ang lalaking iyon sa pagpapahagin sa kanya. Ni isang text nga ay wala siyang natanggap sa buong araw na iyon, bagay na ipinagpasalamat niya. Hindi rin siya disappointed dun, kasi hindi naman siya nag-eexpect, pero sino ang niloloko niya? Bakit siya tingin ng tingin sa cell niya?

“Makapunta na nga lang sa school.”

****

“Karen! Good Morning!!!” Ngumiti naman siya, “Good Morning din.”

“Grabe, ang saya kahapon, hanggang ngayon, kinikilig pa rin ako…” si Diane.

Hindi na siya nag-comment, at kung may makakabasa sa iniisip niya ngayon, sasabihing bitter siya. Well, maybe not bitter, just a bit jealous. Sino ba namang matinong babae ang hindi kikiligin  kapag hinarana ka, sa harap ng buong klase? Romantic ‘yun… Napangiti siya. Sana--- agad din niyang sinaway ang sarili. No more expectations for this day. Para na rin niyang inamin na nag-expect nga siya kahapon.

“Blah blah blah…” ang instructor naming ng may kumatok sa pinto. Meron na naman atang mangyayari. Excited siya, ano na naman kayang pakulo nila? Masaya na lang siya kasi kahit papaano ay natigil lang saglit ang klase nila. “May dalang balloons..at saka flowers…” sabi ni MJ, na katabi niya. “Ang sweet talaga,” napatingin siya sa hawak nung lalaking pumasok.

“Saan po si Ms. Karen Grace Palisoc?” tanong noong lalaking may hawak ng mga bulaklak. Napatigil siya. At bago pa ma-absorb ng utak niya na siya nga iyon, naituro na siya ng mga classmates niya. Overwhelmed, all she could do is smile. Lahat yata, liban sa ilan, ay nagulat, nagtataka, naiintriga sa kung sino man nag nagpabigay nun. Hindi pa man siya nakakabawi ay nagsimula nang kumanta ‘yung mga lalaki. Pinipigil niya ang sariling lumingon sa likod, if he wants to keep his identity a secret, then so be it. Sa kabila ng shock, hindi pa rin niya napigilang kiligin, it’s elementary, no woman can resist being treated as a muse, as a princess. “Hala….” Sa kawalan niya ng masabi. Impit na napapatili ang mga katabi niya, at okay! Parang gusto na rin niyang makitili.

It’s her hair and her eyes today.

That just simply take me away.

“Hi!”

“Hello din kuya!”

“Hmm…”

“J”

“Anong shampoo mo?”

“Haha, ano iyan? Banat?”

“Hindi, wala lang talaga akong masabi… Haha.. Aww, nakakahiya ako…”

And the feeling that I’m falling further in love makes me shiver, but in a good way…

Hindi siya mahilig mag-recite, lalo na kapag ganitong mga topic. “Do you believe in destiny?” ang tanong na hindi niya inasam na sagutin kahit kalian. Pero ang lalaking iyon, nagtaas ng kamay. “Yes maam, because I also believe in love.” Nagtawanan ang lahat, siya lang ang parang natigilan sa sagot na iyon.

All the times I have sat and stared, as she thoughtfully combs through her hair…

As she purses her lips, bats her eyes and she plays with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say…

“Nakatingin siya sa iyo, alam mo ba iyon?”

Alam niya, hindi nga lang niya maibalik ang mga tinging iyon. This is making her crazy! But, yeah, in a good way.

‘Cause I love her, with all that I am.

And my voice shakes along with my hand.

‘Cause she’s all that I see, and she’s all that I need,

And I’m out of my league, once again.

Those lyrics, habang pinakikinggan niya ang mga iyon, naalala niya iyong mga instances na nagkausap sila at napangiti siya, kasi tama, parang nanginginig ito noon. Hindi man lang niya nahalata na ganoon na pala ang nangyayari dito, at siguro, maging sa kanya. For her, what she’s hearing now is more than just a song, it’s the very embodiment of his feelings for her, at hindi ito nagkamali, his feelings have reached her.

It’s a masterful melody,

When she calls out my name to me.

As the world spins around her,

She laughs, rolls her eyes,

And I feel like I’m fallin’ and it’s no surprise.

To say that she is shocked would be the worst understatement of the year. Dahil nasa kantang iyon na ang lahat, at ramdam talaga niya ‘yung lyrics. “Ateng!!! Ang swerte mo! Kung si Vince man iyan o kung sinong Poncio Pilato, grabe! Ang effort niya! Sobra!!!!” sigaw sa tenga niya ni MJ. Bago pa man niya napigilan ang sarili , “Hindi… Hindi si Vince…” Pumasok ito sa classroom, may dalang gitara. “Siya…”

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Verse 5

            “Valentine’s Regrets Day”

Pumunta siya ng school na balisa. Valentines kasi, at masaya sana siya, kung may plano! Or whatever!!! Ang problema, wala siyang maisip na tamang gawin. Tumabi sa kanya si Joel. “Ang galing! Madaming activities sa lobby, madaming pakulo ‘yung mga student ORG’s.”

 Mas lalo pa siyang nanlumo pagkarinig dun. “Paano naman ‘yung mga ganun?”

“Ewan ko… Hahaha… Mga gifts, mostly. Wala naman kasi ‘yung mga booths noong pumasok ako. Kase-set up lang ata.”

“Wala naman tayong vacant time para silipin ang kaguluhan dun.”

Wala na siyang magagawa, malay ba niyang may event pala na ganun kapag Valentines. Pumasok na ang instructor nila, na signal na para sa apat na oras na pag-upo lang, habang tulala. Gusto man niyang lapitan si Karen, parang nahihirapan siyang humanap ng tyempo. Lagi kasi itong may mga kasama, at kahit gaano pa kakapal ang mukha niya, anong sasabihin niya? Wala.

***

Last subject nila noon, at tuloy ang klase nila, sabay ng tuloy din na hikab niya. Nag-aabang pa rin siya ng kahit anong pangyayari, para lang mapatunayan na araw nga ng mga puso ngayon. Aminado naman siyang boring ang buhay, pero bakit parang extra boring naman ata ngayong araw na ito. Walang naka-upo sa tabi ni Ultimate, at sa sobrang ka-adikan, heto na naman siya, nag- iilusyon. Paano nga kaya kung kahit sa isang subject man lang sana ay nagkatabi sila? Ipagpapatayo niya ng rebulto ang dakilang instructor na may kagagawan nun. Napangisi siya sa iniisip.

“HI! We’re here to serenade Ms. Diane, this one’s for you.” At nagsimulang mag-gitara ‘yung mga kapapasok lang sa classroom nila. Nagulat man siya, naisip pa rin niyang magtanong sa katabi niya kung anong kaguluhan ba iyon. “Ah, iyan ata ‘yung sa serenade booth, basta magbabayad ka, tapos magrerequest ka ng song, tapos ise-serenade na nila kung sino man ang gusto mong pakiligin. Ang galing nga eh. Kabubukas lang ata kasi ng booth nila kanina.”

Grabe, ang laki niyang bobo. Hindi naman niya kasalanan, pero napakalaking pagkakataon na iyong pinalampas niya. Umalis kaya muna siya at tumakbo sa booth na iyon? Alam niyang kailangan na niyang magdesisyon kasi nauubos ang… 10 minutes na nalalabi sa kanya. Anak talaga ng kamalasan, hindi na siya aabot. Napapabuntong-hiningang lumingon siya kay Karen, na halatang tuwang-tuwa sa nangyayari sa kaibigan nito. Iisa lang ang nagpapagulung-gulong sa isip niya. Sayang. Sayang. 

TFTIESYF

Verse 4

            “ Prelude”

Hindi kasi siya ‘yung tipong madaling ma-inlove. Madalas kaysa sa hindi, kailangan talaga ng matinding effort para mapa-sagot siya, at kung iisipin, wala pa sa mga iyon ang katulad nito.

***

“Hi..”

“Hello po!”

“Good Morning!”

“Same, may assignment po ba?”

Hindi niya alam kung bakit ‘yun pa nag nai-send niya dito sa texter niya na makulit. Hindi siya ‘yung tipong kinakalimutan ang school requirements, at hindi na niya maintindihan ang sarili kung bakit niya tinanong ito kung may assignment ba.

“Hala ka, hindi ka nagtetake note.”

“Hindi naman po! Joke lang po ‘yun! J”

“Nagjo-joke pala ang bata!”

“:P”

Isa pa ulit sa mga hindi niya maintindihan na nangyayari sa kanya ay ‘yung konting tuwa na nararamdaman niya kapag nagtext na ito. She felt like a silly schoolgirl who had just chatted with her ultimate crush, but then, sa tingin niya eh mali ‘yun, kasi for one, hindi naman yata niya gusto si Gembong. Pero sino ba siya para sabihin na wala siyang nararamdaman para dito, eh wala pa naman siyang experience sa ganitong feeling, na ayaw muna niyang bigyan ng pangalan, for it is sacred, and cannot be used at whim. Concern? Friendship? That feeling of being safe, of completely being a princess?

Hindi man nito sinasatinig, hindi naman siya boba para hindi maa-gets kung ano ba talaga ang nangyayari sa pagitan nilang dalawa, and there were moments na ini-imagine niya, “Paano kaya kung talagang nanligaw ito?”

Saka naman tumawag ang nanay niya, na as usual, mabait ang tono, pero mahahalata ang pagiging istrikto. Isa ito sa mga rason kung bakit hindi ko ma-seryoso ‘yung mga nagpapahaging. Ayaw niyang i-disappoint sila. ‘Yung ang pinaka- hate niya sa lahat.

Men’s minds for her is an enigma, kung paano ba sila mag-isip, mag-react, those things. At dahil nga sa hindi niya ma-gets kung paano ‘yun, hindi rin siya maka-isip ng tamang reaction.

Until…

TFTIESYF

A/N : Sheesh! I need to update since this is a special day!!!! (That’s what has been ringing on my mind since I learned what day today is.) This one might be rushed, but enjoy.

Verse 3

            “Perhaps Love”

Days and months have passed. Wala masyadong development. Masyado, kasi, meron naman kahit papano. Like for example, friend ko na sila sa Facebook. Wooh! Ang saya niya ‘nung time na ‘yun. Pangit pala impression nung mga friends nito sa kanya, narinig niya one time.

“May kayabangan siya ng konti,” narinig niyang comment ng isang kaibigan nito sa kanya.

“Patay na, bad shot na ata ako sa kanya.”

 Natahamik na lang siya nung tumawa lang ito, ganun ito, masyadong mabait at bungisngis, haay…

“Nasa choice of words lang siguro ‘yun, baka naman hindi rin niya sinasadya,” sabi naman ni ‘ultimate’. At kung hindi pa ba naman siya tinatamaan ng kabaliwan, ang tawag na niya kay Karen eh Ultimate. As in ultimate crush, love. Ultimate everything, ‘yung parang imprint sa werewolves ng twilight, parang akai ito sa Japan, Juliet ni Romeo, Daphne ni Apollo, soulmate sa English, at Jayrol ni Piolo. ‘Yung mga ganun ba? ‘Yung tipong she completes him in every way possible. He can’t say that he can’t live without her, because without her, he won’t be living in the first place. Basta, ‘yun. Hihihi.

Oh, *Realization Time!* Pinagtatangol siya ni Ultimate! Imagine ang saya niya nung time na ‘yun? Kahit pala hindi sila masyadong close, mabait pala talaga ito? She is kind and sweet, kasi he never heard her badmouth or even just criticize something or someone. Tumatawa lang ito. The more na nakikilala niya, the more na nagugustuhan niya, parang Law of Attraction, (A/N: na as usual, imbe-imbento ko lang, c’mon, I’m the writer, may karapatan akong magpaka-scientist..hahaha) parang sa Econ, Law of Increasing Chorvaness.

“Mabait siya,” sabi pa ni ultimate, na lalong nagpakilig sa kanya.

“Woi, ano ‘yan???” biglang siko sa kanya ni Joel, na ngayon niya lang napansin na katabi niya na pala.

“Wala, nagbabasa lang ako,” sabay taas dun sa book na malamang ulit, hawak niya. Wala pa kasi silang  klase nung time na ‘yun, kaya usapan muna ang nangyayari.

“Eh, ba’t ka dito nakaupo?”

“Gusto ko dito eh,” sagot niya naman, “mas malapit sa kanya.” Pero syempre, isip na lang niya ang may sabi nung huli.

“Eh, bakit baliktad ‘yang binabasa mo?”

“Syempre para makapag-recite ako mamaya!”

“Adik ka. Adik.” ‘Yun na lang ang nasabi nito at umalis na, parating na rin ang instructor nila.

“Adik na talaga ako.”

Speaking of developmentgusto niyang makuha ang number nito, pero ang tanong, paano? Na-check na niya ang FB Account nito, walang nakalagay na number. Paano nga kaya? Lalapit ba siya, tapos

 “Uhm, hi, May I get your number?”

“Paano ‘pag ‘di niya ibinigay?” tanong ni Gembong Number 1.

“Paano naman kung ibinigay niya?” pangontra ni Gembong Number 2.

“Anong gagawin mo after nun?” tanong ng mga ito. Ano nga kaya??? Magsusulat na lang siya sa papel,

“Hi, May I get your number?”

“Lagyan mo ng pangalan para hindi magkamali ‘yung makakatanggap,” suggestion ni Gembong Number 2.

“Eh, paano kung Class number ‘yung isulat niya?” tanong ni Gembong Number 1. Oo nga ano? Hmm. Ano pa ba?

 “Wala nang chance,” si Gembong 1.

“Meron pa kaya!” si Gembong 2. Para na tuloy siyang baliw talaga. Makipag-usap ba naman sa kanyang mga alter-ego.

***

He got home na ‘yun pa rin ang iniisip. Paano niya makukuha ‘yung number ni Ultimate? Aantayin na lang niya sa Facebookk, at pagka-log in nga, presto! Online ito. Click her name on the chatbox, type… type… type… type… type… Hindi niya ma-press ang enter. Hinga malalim… type hi… delete hi… type hello… delete hello…type oy… delete oy… May I have your number? Matagal din siyang nakikiramdam dun sa cursor, nasasama na nga sa pagblink eh. Aabutin sana niya ‘yung juice sa may right, when he suddenly fell out of balance. At sa dinami-dami ng pwedeng ma-press na key, ‘yung enter pa. Takbo! Hindi siya makahinga, hindi siya mapakali, hindi na kasi mabawi yung na enter na message, nanlalamig, kinakabahan, halo-halo. Nagta-type ito ng reply. OMG,OMG… Napalundag pa siya ng mag-pop na ‘yung new message na signal, at binasa niya ‘yung message.

“Ha? Bakit naman? Ikaw kuya ha!”

He was so disappointed kasi wala siyang nakitang number. Maglo-logout n asana siya ng may dumating pa na bagong message. 09*********. At that time, hindi pa masyadong ready ang nerve-endings niya na i-receive ‘yung message.  At nung sa wakas eh pumasok na nga sa nerve endings niya,

“Yahoo!!!!! Nakuha ko na ang number niya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

A/N: Nacoconscious ako sa mga pinagsususulat ko! Comments? Suggestions? Please????

N/P: Perhaps Love

TFTIESYF

Verse 2

            Impressions

Hindi niya alam kung dapat ba siyang sumali sa usapan ng mga kaibigan niya sa mga oras na iyon. Pinag-uusapan kasi nila ‘yung mga bagong classmates nila, at karamihan sa mga naririnig niyang comments eh medyo hindi maganda. Hindi na lang siguro siya sasali, wala naman talaga sa ugali niya ang magsalita ng kung ano laban sa kapwa. Call it prudence, righteousness, insensitivity even, pero ‘yun talaga siya. Good thing was, kahit alam niyang hindi siya palaban, or warfreak, at medyo mild nga kung maituturing ‘yung ugali niya, hindi siya nabu-bully. Sabi nga ng isang friend niya, ang aura raw niya ay ‘yung parang sa isang bata, vulnerable with a hint of wisdom, the kind whom you’d always want to protect. That sums it all, she is the kind of girl whom people would easily trust, because her personal strength is somehow hidden beneath her vulnerability, and that makes her pure. Napangiti siya sa ala-alang iyon. ‘Yun na ata kasi ang best na narinig niyang description para sa sarili.

“Hindi naman siguro…” singit niya sa usapan.

“Hay naku Barbie… Kung narinig mo lang sana ‘yung usapan nila kanina. Mukhang type ko nung… Ano na ulit pangalan nun?” sabi pa rin ni MJ.

“Sino? ‘Yung… wala akong maisip na description eh. Haha,” sagot naman ni Felma.

“’Yung naka-upo sa likod, ‘yung matangkad, pero hindi ‘yung pinakamatangkad…”

“Ah! ‘Yung pambabae ang pangalan?”

“Oo! ‘Yung Jemba? Jom? Jam? Basta J!”

“Gembong ata,” hindi nakatiis na sagot niya. Naalala niya ‘yung lalaking nasa likod, na akal siguro eh hindi niya napapansin, pero alam niyang nakatingin ito sa kanila, 70% sure na sa kanya.

“Oo!!! Tama! May gusto sa’yo ‘yung Gembong na ‘yun!”

Ngumiti lang siya, kasi, paano ba dapat mag-react during this times. And disappointed siya, kasi sa iba pa niya nalaman. One month na silang magka-classmates, at wala masyadong interaction.

Inisip tuloy niya, what if she didn’t learbn it from someone? What if?

“Hindi kaya, kasi sila na ata nung si Lou, ang sweet kaya nila last week,” sabad ni Chinnie.

“Ay, oo! Parang gf na niya ‘yun eh. Saka ‘wag niyo na ngang lokohin si Karen, bata pa ‘yan. ‘Di ba nga, basted ‘yung nanligaw last sem?”

Tahimik pa rin siya, habang pilit na nirerelive ‘yung mga kaganapan noong nakaraang semester nila. Kung pwede lang sana ay ibinaon na niya iyon sa limot, kasi nalilito pa rin siya hanggang ngayon. Naalala na naman niya iyong mga priorities niya, at nasa least lang ang relationship. Hindi man niya sinasadya, napasimangot siya at napansin iyon ng ibang kasama niya. Ayaw man niyang aminin, pero sumama ang loob niya sa kaalamang hindi siya ang gusto nung lalaking iyon, which puzzled her, because she doesn’t feel anything about him, or so she thought.

“Mabait siya… Siguro,” ‘yun na lang ang nasabi niya.

TFTIESYF

Verse 1

“Firsts”

It was the first day of school. It was his first time seeing her. It was the first time his heart fell for her. The first and only time that a girl single-handedly stole his heart unknowingly. The first time his heart sang.

“Hindi pa ba tayo papasok?” tanong sa kanya ni Joel, na malamang kaibigan niya, kausap niya eh.

“Teka lang, madaming unknowns ‘dun, ‘antayin na muna natin sina Allen, para naman may kasama,” sagot niya, pero parang gusto niya na ring pumasok at tantiyahin ang mga bagong classmates. New friends, pwede rin sigurong new prospects. Pero ‘wag na muna siguro ‘yang love-love na ‘yan, may major subject na sila ngayong sem na ‘to kasi. Although kaya niya naman sigurong pagsabayin, hindi niya inisip ‘yung possibility na makikita niya this time si Ms. Right, cliché’d as it may seem. He doesn’t really have high hopes on romance this time.

Nagkukwentuhan pa sila sa labas ng room nang may dumaan na pink na aparisyon. Oo! Madali lang kayang makita ang pink. Na-curius siya, ang cute kasi ng mga babaeng naka-pink.

“Tara na pala, pasok na tayo,” sabi niya na agad kay Joel. Gusto niyang makita ‘yung mukha at malaman ang pangalan nito.

***

Ganito sa college nila, uso pa rin ang pagpapakilala, lalo pa’t first year pa lang sila.

“Hi, I’m Gembong Bulatao, BSac1 student, 17 years old from Baguio city,” pagpapakilala niya sa sarili niya. So far, mukha naman silang mababait, but as a matter of fact, he doesn’t usually care, bale ‘yung attention niya eh  kay Ms. Pink lang. ‘Yun, malapit na ‘yung turn nito, *heartbeats*, … Bakit ganun? Bakit may matching music ‘yung paraan ng pag ngiti nito? Bakit kailangang pag nabibistahan niya ‘yung mukha nito eh may flowers agad na magfeframe sa maganda nitong mukha? OO na, nagagandahan siya sa mystery girl na ito, useless namang i-deny pa niya eh sarili niya rin lang ‘tong ka-komperensiya niya.

 “This is crazy!” anang isip niya.

Tumayo na ito, at all ears agad an gating bida, attentive sa sasabihin ng kanyang itinatangi.

 “Gembong! Gembong!” sigaw ni Joel, sa tenga niya.

“ANO ‘YUN!!!!” asar niyang sagot. Wala na!!!! Hindi niya na narinig ‘yung pangalan nito!!

“Ano ba ‘yan! Kahit kelan talaga, hindi nawawala ang mga panira!!! Hahaha, Peace Joel.”

‘Di bale, may next subject pa. Ang naintindihan niya lang eh galling ito ng Pangasinan. Okay na rin ‘yun. Sabi nga, may next subject pa naman.

After 2 hours…

“Buti na lang hindi tayo sinipot ng mga instructors natin!” tuwang-tuwa ‘tong mga katabi niya. Sarap batukan! May next subject pa pala huh! Asar lang? Sayang talaga at hindi niya narinig ‘yung pangalan nito.

“Masama mood mo? Bakit?” tanong pa sa kanya nitong si Allen. Shaddap na lang!

“Uy, ang ganda nung nasa harap,” biglang sabi ni Joel. Agad na nakuha nun ang atensyon niya, kasi isa lang ang maganda sa harap, si Ms. Pink lang. (Na-realize niya na lang later na bias siya dun).

 “No way! Don’t tell me may gusto rin si Joel sa kanya!”

Parang may mali… Bakit masama agad ang tingin niya, hindi pa naman niya ito kilala.

“Why am I so possessive all of a sudden?” tanong niya sa brain cells niya. Hmm.

Nagrerebelde ang kalooban niya dun sa idea na hindi lang siya ang smitten dito. Confusing, at the same time, scary. Dahil lang sa mga words ng kaibigan niya, nagkakaganito na siya. Parang…

“AYOKO YATA.”sulsol pa rin ng kanyang, err… brain cells.

 Ayaw niyang may magkagusto dito na iba, lalo pa ngayong pakiramdam niya, ang babaeng ito na ang hinahanap pala niya. Siya na talaga.

“Siya na talaga.”

Kahit ‘di niya pa alam ang pangalan nito. Ano ‘yung sa kanta? Basta, may lyrics na ganun. Paano ‘to? Paano kung may gusto rito si Joel?

“Woi! Spaced-out ka na! Sabi ko, ang ganda nung naka-blue sa harap, hindi ka man lang magre-react?” tatawa-tawang sabi nitong katabi niya. He released the air that he was unknowingly holding.

 *Relief* At tumawa siya ng malakas, ‘yung parang baliw lang. Sana talaga, may instructor na sa next subject.

At ‘yun na nga, may dumating din na instructor. Tuwang-tuwa siya kasi last chance na ito for this day. Tumayo na ang babaeng kanina pa niya tinititigan,

“Hi! I’m ------“

“Gembong!!! Pahiram ng ballpen!” sigaw sa kanya ni Lou, classmate niya rin nung last sem.

Before he realized it, hindi niya na naman narinig ang pangalan ni crush.

“Anak ng inupakang butiki naman oh! Ano ‘to? Divine Intervention? Nasa Wow Mali ba ako?” tanong na lamang sa sarili.

Para kasing pinagtitripan siya. ‘Yung sa kanta ulit, kaso nga lang negative. (It’s as if the powers of the universe, conspired….Yeah.) Parang koreanovela lang?

“Nakakaasar na huh!”

“AYOKO! Wala akong ballpen, at ‘wag ka na munang makipag-usap sa akin!” hindi man sinasadya, dahil sa sobrang badtrip, eh pabalang niyang sinagot ‘yung dakilang asungot, na kung makasulpot sa moment, WAGAS. Last subject na kasi nila ‘to! Buong oras, wala na siya sa mood.

“I need her name!”

 Para naman may pangalan na ‘yung future niya! Naks, ‘pag in-love pala--- d*mn.

“I’m in love!” bulong (kaya?) ng konsensiya niya. (Realization Hits) All the more na kailangan niya nang malaman ang name ni Ultimate Crush.

“Karen,” sabi ng instructor nila. Usual din na ganun, tatawagin nito sila isa-isa.

“Sino pong Karen?” pa-chorus na tanong ng mga classmates namin. Call it men’s intuition, pero iba ang kutob niya sa name na ‘yun.

 “Karen Grace Palisoc!” ulit ng instructor namin. Tumutok agad ang mata niya kay Ms. Right. Then she raised her hand, sabay tawa. At that very moment, may nadagdag na naman sa realizations niya for this day. He fell in love with her name.

Karen Grace Palisoc, nice meeting you.

A/N: The edited version, although medyo nakakalito, nakakalito talaga, naku! Pagtiyagaan na po!!!

N/P: Teardrops in the Rain by C.N. Blue

PPS: I believe in love at first sights. Those are rare events that shouldn’t be disregarded, because out of 7 billion people in this world, a pair fell in love without being forced to do so, or being obliged, or being developed. It is love in its purest form. Sparks, tingles, butterflies in the stomach, blushes, fast heartbeats, and extreme adrenaline… those things.

First Time

That I have nothing to say on this problem...

Commitments? No, thank you.

sunsets...

It’s not as if I am the only person who knows the correct answer. It’s just that I was the only one who dared to voice it out. Me? Being great in English? Puh-lease! Spare me the flattery, the intimidation, from both of our sides. I mean, seriously, I just can’t say it but it makes me really uncomfortable, to the point where I do not take my work seriously anymore.

Here’s the logic behind that, I do good when I really love the topic. It’s not being well-versed in vocabulary, or grammar, or whatever. I just do what I think I like. So there’s no point in tasking me to do something just because you have witnessed how great I was the time before that. Before and this are really of different matters, and I really appreciate people who just ignore me for it, and just continue on doing his/her business. I make snide comments here and there, but please don’t be affected like what I said was absolute, because this is just me. Me.

Don’t suggest something, and then look at me with eyes that of looking for approval? What do you see me as? A fu****ng counselor? No no no sir! I’m just like you.

One might think that I’m basking in the glory of it, when in fact, it is just the opposite. I’m terribly uncomfortable, and I’m sorry, but this is who I am.

The reason behind your logic: It’s because I talk. A lot. There are people who are so academically inclined, but have problems on expressing themselves, and I’m not saying I’m the opposite of those, because I sure as hell cannot express myself very well too. The problem comes when my belief has just been questioned. Yes, it is then that I’ll talk. I will talk, and then suddenly, you’ll listen. Then suddenly, I’m a God, can someone kill me??? Oh, and yeah, I might as well be a good politician, without the charisma and stuff.

That leads us to the conclusion that I hate commitments!

I don’t like being responsible for things that in my opinion, won’t do me any good.

That’s just it!

The more they force things on me, the more I decline.

That’s my instinct as a human, my defense mechanism.

Because above all, I really hate disappointing others.

And I’ll surely do that if I make a promise, and then fail to keep them.

Good day to everyone!

ANIMAX

The instrumental on their Station ID is so epic!~~~

Not just the music, everything!

Not Alone by Park Jung Min

Lost Hero

Book One (Last Stock of National Book Store)

I was planning on buying this as a gift for my brother for his graduation, along with the second book "The Son of Neptune". Then I found out that it could be sold-out already, less for this one out on the displays. Now, I'm in conflict. Should I read it first? Hahaha...

Jayrol: The Wedding Crasher

Most epic thing I can remember about last sem. (2nd Year, 1st Sem)

Stop the wedding,

that man deserves no one else but me. 

I and he loved each other,

we were very happy,

we even shared our dreams,

ambitions in life,

the number of children,

we also talked about it,

and especially we also promised to each other 

that no one could ever break our bond,

even death.

Until that woman entered into our life,

everything has changed;

dreams were turned into ashes,

that in a blink of the eye,

all disappeared like bubbles.

I was left alone. 

Poor but still pretty me.

You sly woman destroyed my life and my future. 

I should be the one standing there, 

wearing that beautiful wedding dress, 

exchanging “I do(s)” with him, 

receiving that ring 

and I should be the one he will be kissing too. 

It’s all because of you…

you snatcher/whore. 

You took advantage of his weakness.

And you,

I love you so much, 

you know that. 

In fact, 

I've surrendered all that I have just for you. 

How dare you for doing these to me, 

despite of all the things I've done for you, 

all those breathtaking nights, 

mornings, 

and afternoons we spent together in that California King Bed, 

all those thousand pesos I've spent to enlarge small parts of your body. . . 

such as your eyes.

Doesn't that mean anything to you? 

You really tore my heart into pieces, 

Marion!

(With matching dark dress, veil and rolling on the floor!!! )

Wedding Preparation [Gakuen Alice Fanfic]

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The Wedding Preparations


Disclaimer: Characters of Gakuen Alice are Higuchi Tachibana's. And I am not her. 

Wedding Gown

“This will be your wedding gown,” Anna said excitedly to Mikan, mentioning the very unique invention of Hotaru. It looked regal yet simple, lacy fabric adorned with shiny jewels and intricate stitches. Mikan beamed and tried to reach for it when a scanner surfaced from all of the laces. “Program scanning… beep…beep… Confirmed baka, Mikan Sakura,” the program said, then went to wherever it came from inside the gown. They all just stood there, dumbfound.

“Oh, I forgot to mention my alterations on the traditional wedding gown,” Hotaru said, with her usual cold, stoic face. It has its built-in scanner to guarantee that the real Mikan Sakura is wearing it and once you do wear the gown, no man can approach you within a meter-radius without being…” she smiled sardonically. Every girl in the room gulped. Poor Natsume.

Wedding Cake

“You ready Anna? You think you can handle these ingredients?” Nonoko asked her best friend, as they get ready for shopping the most-needed ingredient for Mikan and Natsume’s wedding. They are planning to surprise the would-be-newly-wed with their own version of the wedding cake.

“Yup, I have completed the list of the ingredients,” Anna answered. They have to prepare the rare octopus eyes and brains, their devilled eggs of a huge lizard and the ever-kicking frozen frog’s hindlegs. “This is going to be fun!” the two of them squealed happily and had the same thought, “ they are so going to love this!”

Reception Theme

“The theme is----,” Yuu, who was in-charge for the reception, was cut-off by Narumi-sensei, who just barged in the hall, wearing *sigh* fairy wings. “Fairy Tale theme! Okay everyone! Go to work! We need fairy lamps all over the place, some fireflies, and costumes! Yes, costumes!” he chattered excitedly, but no one listened to him. Everyone was busy just doing what they think would be great, so the hall was a very huge mess.

“I got an idea!” one of the Misakis raised her hand, “Why don’t we just use Iincho’s alice? Less trouble for preparations!” Everyone clapped and shouted their hurrahs, forgetting that their bride, Mikan Sakura, has the Nullifying Alice.

Entertainment

“Oh my God! Reo Mori is goint to be invited! OMG!!,” fanboys and fangirls shouted and went to ambush the said singer. It was expected, of course, that there will be guards surrounding him while he enter the place. What wasn’t expected was that for those guards to be tied up, naked in the garden. The fake guards, who turned to be the crazed fan girl, are now hugging, kissing, and harassing the singer, until he cried out for help (they were wearing Hotaru’s anti-voice pheromone earpiece). The result: 16 broken bones, so Reo is much like a mummy now. Everyone is now agitated and nervous, there will be no one to sing for the couple in the reception. “Quiet!” Jinno-sensei roared like thunder. “We have no singer noe and it is my duty to ensure that nothing goes wrong!” he added. “One question, who’s gonna sing now?” Sumire ventured to ask. Jin-jin cleared his throat, “well, I tried to audition for the choir once…”

“Natsume, don’t you feel bad?” Mikan asked Natsume.

“Hm? About what?”

“Well, they’re trying their best you know.”

“They still sucked, and besides, their works still won’t go to waste.”

“So we’re still getting married for them?”

“If you mean, get married in the church your uncle prepared for us, then yes.” This time, he smiled, as if remembering something nice. He sighed and placed his right hand on top of hers. A couple of gold rings sparkled from their entwined fingers. Ahh, having a simple ceremony on the temple was definitely peaceful.

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Sange and Yasha [LEGEND]

A/N: My take on those cute li'l weapons on Defense of the Ancients.

Claimer: Cliche'd, over-used plots! Call them what you like!! A legend written out of a sudden burst of emotions, and of course, boredom.

Night and Day.

Sun and Moon.

Light and Dark.

Yin and Yang.

Sange and Yasha

 He opted to stay away than to destroy the one he loves. He is someone, who looks after her from afar, who never makes himself known. But what caused him to do that? What caused him to suppress and not reveal himself from the lonely woman that she was? Because he is the sun. His existence itself is the one creating havoc. As long as he stays himself, they could never be together. Being together meant death to her, and he can’t allow that. He is fate’s plaything, the wretched one. He asked that question for so many times now. Why does it have to be her? Why must it be that he is hopelessly in love with her? When all it brought to him was a tiny blaze of radiance, and interminable sorrow?

***

She smiled that bitter smile of hers. How she wished he could have known. How she wished he could have noticed. “But what good will come from it?” she reprimanded herself. If he, by any chance, knew of her knowledge of him, it will only hurt him more than how he is hurting now. So she had to pretend, alas, for pretentions are fate’s favorite. She had so often dreamt about him, the shape of his face, the way his mouth seems to project an eternal smile, his prominent jaw, his nose, and his eyes. His eyes, which in her dreams, bore into her soul like a knife, no, something sharper than the knife, and something more sacred. For love is sacred, and painful, at the same time. Tears had started falling, again. How come she never ran out of it? How come her eyes never seem to experience drought? How come she still has feelings, when the only emotions she has been sensing is pain? The idea was absurd, but due to desperation, she had wished for her ability to feel to vanish. Even if that meant not being able to love. Love is supposed to be transcending, fulfilling, and of gratifying. Yet, why her pain? Why must their lives be intertwined so painfully tight, miraculously bound? Why? Why? She is the moon, but shouldn’t it be more important to emphasize her being a woman? Why?

***

 The emperor watched with a heavy heart the two of his most favorite beings. Two destined souls, two opposite poles, very different from each other that they become so similar. The irony of Fate, of Life, of Time, of Ages Past. The sun and the moons wishes, as they are whispered into the silent night, sounded like a wail of a wounded child to him. Their questions of same nature a howl of deep pain. For the first time in the emperor’s eternal existence, he suddenly looked so old, so gray. He stood up, finally having reached a decision, that might change, even for just a bit, those two souls future. He tore of his clothes, sank into the well that is the most mysterious of all, much older than him, much powerful. As his body drowned and turned into pure energy, so did the physical manifestation of the two souls weeping still. Overwhelmed they may be, they didn’t react violently because somewhere in their mind is a soft voice, like that of a mother, telling them not to worry for everything will be at once right. They closed their eyes, accepting what kind of fate might befall upon them this time, silently wishing of a simpler one, a less painful one.

***

The first thing that registered in his mind is the light. He tried to raise his hand, only to be stopped by a weight, and he turned to look at the person who is beside him. Eyes widened, mouth hang in aghast for right beside him, with no barriers present, is Yasha, the only being he had loved for many lifetimes already. He stared into her pretty face for what seemed like years, when it had only been seconds. This is real. She is real. He touched her face, and the sleeping figure stirred, and then opened her eyes. Bright golden eyes met his green ones. Tears blurring his vision of her. “Sange…” she murmured, happiness of no boundaries lacing her voice.

***

On their background are these sounds, “M-mmmonster Kill!!! Rampage!!! Humiliation…”

A/N: And thus ends my legend of Sange and Yasha!!! MY favorite DOTA Weapon!!! Hahaha… It’s kinda cool to write this kind of story actually. How I tried to add in as much adjectives as I can to be able to perfectly portray the feelings, because that is what composes this story itself, their emotions. It might be boring, no scratch that, it really is boring, but I personally like it!

Random

'Yung jealousy kasi, for me, is just normal.

The only difference is on how we act upon it.

***

Kung hindi pa in-love si sir Histo, naku! 

Sana main-love na siya!! Para naman makaganti ako kahit papaano. 

Haha... 

Sana pahirapan din siya ng babaeng itatangi niya,

pero dahil nga sa hindi naman ako sobrang sama, 

sana, happy ending din sila.

'Yun lang! Bow!