sweet trap

2003-11-26T18:22:00.000-08:00

bronson basuel was
a Creative Wizard
in a past life.

2003-11-12T17:59:00.000-08:00

nuffink™

i am so sorry for the wave of mushy quotes. i really am. it's just because i was in 'senti cum sawi' mode this past few weeks. yeah, i know. loser. my creative juices has been limited somewhat i guess, in relation to this mindset...

the first day of classes were great actually, did nuffink but sign classcards (which i haven't done!) and check attendance. oh, and catch up on old friends, what's going on with their lives--to forget what's going on (or what is not) in my own. i really hope all my profs this seem would not turn out to be devil incarnates, winged messengers of doom, or riders of the pale horse...(but of course, we're in up so i better get my crucifix and holy water ready...)

i don't know anything about the news today. i really dont have a clue. and i am not alone.

i'll publish a story as soon as i can dream one up.
ciao for now!

2003-11-12T17:50:00.000-08:00

THe WorST wAy To MiSs SomEoNE iS tO Be SittINg
RiGhT bESIdE ThEM KnOWinG YoU CaN'T HaVe ThEM...

2003-10-21T05:41:00.000-07:00

"she'll only break your heart, it's a fact. and even though i warn you, even though i guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you, you'll still pursue her. ain't love grand?"

-great expectations

2003-10-21T05:39:00.000-07:00

You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.

"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."

Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.

As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.

Which Mythological Form Are You?
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2003-10-09T00:38:00.000-07:00

"nobody's perfect until you fall in love with them."

2003-09-22T20:59:00.000-07:00

this is a new article by someone special. yes. we all are. :)

"The heart has reasons that reason cannot understand."

- Jacques Binegne Bossuel

It's always been kind of a running joke, how blind I am.

Oh, don't take it literally - my eyesight may not be perfect, but I can see just fine, thank you very much. It's just that sometimes, and my friends can bear testament to that, there are some things right in front of me that I don't really notice, not before it's too late.

Like you.

I've known you for - what? Three years? - three years, before I noticed you. I've seen you almost regularly, but you've always been one of a group, one part of a whole. You never really did anything to draw much attention to yourself, you know. And even during the few times the spotlight was turned on you for the great things you've done, I never saw you. Not until you did the simplest thing:

You smiled.

I remember it clearly, you know. An old friend (this is said with much sarcasm and indignation, strangely enough not for me but for you) of yours had been sitting across the aisle from me then. I remember thinking she looked familiar, and asked my mother about her. When I found out, it would be an understatement to say I was surprised. True, she was only seated around five steps away from me, but those five steps were enough to show anyone whose side she stood by. And if by looking you did not know, all you had to do was listen to the things she was shouting at you to understand.

You were standing nearby, I knew you could hear her. She didn't stop, and I was sorely tempted to take those five steps in her direction and do something I was really not supposed to. I turned to look at you, and when I did you turned to look at her. Then you smiled, and I saw you.

How strange for me to have noticed you then, when your smile was not for me to see.

We have lost even this twilight

No one saw us this evening hand in hand

while the blue night dropped on the world.

- Pablo Neruda, "Clenched Soul"

Do you know how often I looked for it since then? Your smile, I mean? Do you know how often my eyes follow you when you move, only to look away quickly for fear of discovery?

Months went by.

I was seated a short distance from where you were standing with your friends, your head down, listening intently to the words being spoken. I watched you, a smile on my face as my companions laughed and talked about the good things that were happening. Then, for the nth time, I remembered that I was not alone, and that I might be caught glancing in your direction. For the nth time, I wondered what would happen if I were caught. What I would say? What I would do? Would I laugh? Would I stammer out an excuse and turn away?

And then, just as I decided that I didn't want to know and was about to look away, I was caught. By you.

You looked up, and at that moment, I probably wouldn't have cared who else could have seen me. Because at that moment, you smiled. And at that moment, it was for me.

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thanks for the contribution!
>>greatly appreciated!<<

2003-09-17T20:55:00.000-07:00

Ominous Glow™
A Short Story

The professor was pacing back and forth along the length of a small, makeshift stage in front of the blackboard.

“All right. For instance, America won the Philippines from Spain. Our universal object of discourse concerns countries…”

Philosophy 11 was taught in a stifling hot classroom at the very top floor of the Palma Hall. There were only about twenty-five people in the room, which could sit fifty. A lone wall fan was in the center of the ceiling. It barely disturbed air.

A lone hand shot into the air.

“Yes?” the professor paused to solicit the response.

“How do you distinguish that form from the other one?” The girl seemed to be listening intently to the lecture.

Joseph was sitting near the window facing the AS walk. He was trying hard to follow the discussion but couldn’t. The professor was speaking. “…Being nothing in particular. If you’ve been observed, then somebody must’ve observed you…”

The blackboard was already covered with untidy lecture notes the professor had been writing for an hour now. Joseph looked around. Half of his classmates looked bored. Some were fanning themselves with photocopied readings. Yawns could be often seen.

I’m so sleepy, Joseph said to himself. How long until this is over?

A breeze blew through the window, momentarily easing the heat in the room, a welcome relief to the students, evidenced by the sudden intake of fresh air (many shoulders heaved a sigh of relief).

Joseph’s eyes now felt real heavy. It was as if weights were clipped to his eyelids. He looked around once more.

He saw his seatmate writing in a notebook but Joseph could tell that he really wasn’t taking notes. He wrote in a very weird manner. This guy writes from right to left, he gulped. He continued on his observation. The guy was very thin and he could tell from the way he sat that he was tall. He wore a black shirt, black pants, and black shoes, not unusual in the university. The dark color of his clothes contrasted to his skin, which was very, very fair. It was like he lived in a bomb shelter buried in the ground, of which, he didn’t come out of in years. His skin had a sickly, unhealthy looking glow to it. Joseph couldn’t see his face because the guy had shoulder length black hair, which hid his face from view.

Why haven’t I noticed this guy before? He asked himself. The professor was still droning on about his lecture, occasionally tapping the board with the piece of chalk he was holding for emphasis. The class was remained in its stupor. The room felt like it was a primitive clay oven, which seemed oddly fitting since the Palma Hall’s working electric fans were outnumbered twenty to one.

Joseph was nearing the height of his curiosity. He didn’t usually stare at people, didn’t care at all. But this time, he made an exception. He looked at the person again, carefully studying his body movements. Joseph’s eyes focused on the guy’s head, then his shoulders, then on his arms—wait, Joseph thought, his arms aren’t moving. His arms are on his lap motionless, which can only mean…

He just barely contained a scream. Joseph was sweating and his body began to shake. The guy was writing without using his hands! The pen was suspended above the notebook and was moving by itself. The guy’s hair was still covering his face. Joseph’s heart didn’t feel remotely like a heart. All that was left was this intense feeling of small explosions. His mind was going through many possibilities all at once. In the midst of all this, he decided that he must tell someone. And fast.

But he could not.

Something was somehow forcing his mouth shut. He looked around the room; he could feel panic and fear. Look at this guy! Look at this guy! He wanted to shout but did not have the ability to do so. His eyes were bulging.

The pen was still moving, still from right to left. It was writing all this time. Joseph shifted his eyes to the piece of paper. The writing itself was very strange. Some letters were upside down and the spacing and grouping of the words differed from line to line. Still, Joseph concentrated on what was written on the page. Slowly, he began to read.

An dtheb oylooke datth epageino rd er to readit. Hese e meedt obec onF used boutw hatw asha pp eni ng.

What the hell?

Wha ttheh ell

What’s happening?

Wha t’ shapp eni…

Joseph looked away; his heart was pounding in his chest, sweat dripping into his eyes. He looked through the window and to catch his breath. He felt someone stir near him, his seatmate…

Slowly, Joseph turned his head to look. Right in front of him was the face of his seatmate, finally visible. His pale face inches away. It had no eyes; skin was stretched across his eye sockets, his nose as sharp as a razor, and his lips as dark as his hair. He had a malicious smile. A sudden feeling of cold stirred in Joseph’s body. He blacked out.

His seatmate wasn’t there when we awoke. Joseph looked at his watch. It was still class hours. I must’ve been dreaming, he thought. He looked around. Nothing has changed as far as he could see. Everything’s the same. He let out a sigh of relief. It really was a dream. It was all a dream.

“Okay. That’s it for today. Next meeting we’ll be watching a film in the FC…” the professor declared. Everyone in the room stood to file out of the room. Joseph lifted his backpack. He didn’t notice that it was open and his things fell. Stupid, he joked to himself. Must still be nervous from that weird daydream. Ha ha. He bent over to pick his things up. He froze. A pen stood upright on top of an open notebook. He began to sweat.

The pen revolved once then glided to the right side of the page. It was a dream. It was a dream. A few letters were formed—Irregular grouping and spacing. No. NO! His mouth wouldn’t open. He couldn’t scream.

Thew indowsc lo sed. A loud snap was heard as the glass windows shut.

Sow asth edo or. The door swung closed.

I need to get out of here. Joseph felt the cold sensation he felt before. His body couldn’t move. Help me. His heart was pounding. Help me. Tears were flowing down his cheeks. Help me! The pen continued to write.

Very slowly, the pen traveled in new curves, new circles. Joseph dreaded each stroke, each word, and each line.

Fir eerup tedfro mtheceil ing.

A yellow glow filled the room. Heat pervaded in waves. Bluish-white fire crackled above, slowly blackening, then engulfing the white ceiling. The lone figure in the room was bathed in the ominous yellow glow, not moving in spite of the heat.

2003-09-08T02:43:00.000-07:00

2003-09-08T02:02:00.000-07:00

putting your head in the microwave oven™

so this was what happened the most recent time i grew old. got home late because of a meeting but it was alright..ha! a lot of people came (mostly drinking buddies) and a lot of food went into their collective gullets. of course there was a lot of talking, and eating, and of course drinking, which as it turns out, the star of the night and early morning after. as usual.

so let me detail some of the more gory parts of the beer-brandy-tequila bash. first, a friend (guy) danced the spaghetti song by the sexbomb girls. this is the full version with all the trimmings. second, a lot, and i mean A LOT of people threw up. barely digested pasta/pancit anyone? ha ha. third, i didn't know how many people stayed over for the night. heck, i don't even know how they managed to fit in our living room and dining area. fourth, the morning after was the worst. just imagine the clean up. right. imagine cleaning after the pukes, the spilled food and drink, the utensils used, the cigarette butts, the beer bottles...you get the picture. and last, and most certainly not least, hangovers are the devil's gifts to drunkards. hence the title.

thanks to all who was there, to all who greeted, and to all those who didn't knew (i know you're out there!) ha ha! special thanks to my everdearest friend elaine, who called in the middle of geography class (miss you na!). next time gatas na lang inumin natin, ano guys? para sa bayan!

2003-08-20T01:10:00.000-07:00

to all the people out there who says i dont update anymore, (which, due to time constraints have been true for the past couple of weeks) i typed this before but blogger wouldnt publish it (errors daw!). so here it is. i'll think up more when inspiration hits. ha ha!

2003-08-20T01:01:00.000-07:00

To Airen™

I

no one's happy living in the slums of life. Misery begets misery. loneliness is loneliness. love is hopeless. it kills. oh! how it kills! the parasite that rots flesh, organs and blood has taken root in my blood. it swells in my mind, tears at my heart and devours my soul. i scream and i hurt and all this in silence; the silence of the cloudless, moonless night with no stars, only shadows.

i met you in a perfect day, that sweet november. and i didn't know! i didn't know you would be my death. That you would pain me. you would haunt me. you would defeat me. if only i had known! i would never have come. i would never have listened, never would have received you in, my distraught and aimless existence. but still, time does not pity anyone. as ruthless as a predator hunts his helpless preydoes time brings the chance that i get to glance upon your face, your eyes, your smile. such is the irony that i would fall for you--you who i can never have.

and then before i knew what was happening, i had fallen into your unknowingly placed trap. the manacles bind me to you, it's teeth digging in my leg. my strength is drained. you have captured the prey. there is nothing else to do. anyone care for lunch?

the instance of our first meeting is etched in my mind.

i am your prisoner since that day--the knight without armor, nor sword, nor horse. i am the darkness that surrounds your light. for no light can exist without shadow. and no shadow exists without light. no one can live without death, and i cannot love.

ever so slowly, time passes and the cogs of fate begin to turn. all events are recorded; inside time's chest and i aim to nudge one out. poking through the lock, the keyhole called dreams. i use a fragile pole, a stick that is my memory. i try and i fail. i remember and so i forget. how much time has passed? i am exhausted and so i give up. i sit by the proverbial chest and as i was contemplating the means to kill my dreams, one slips out. one very tiny speck of time has shown itself.

a grain of sand can tell the story of the universe. all time is encompassed by a single star. a man can hold the essence of his being in the palm of his hand. a second can change a life.

and that is exactly what you did.

i began to see the beauty in the darkness, the hope in the hopeless. death became my friend and life embraced us both. i had new eyes and new heart. the slums of life wasn't so bad after all. the manacles did not bind nor its teeth bite. there are just shadow between street lights. a single chain looks like a loop. a loop without limits. the parasite was my spirit long forgotten; my soul enters into my hardened shell.

II

a hot summer's day and i am walking under the sun. i am going home but then i pause i look around. i kept on doing this since a long time ago--little glances of hope. i'm never going to see you again. Might as well accept the fact. except that you were there. you really are beautiful. the color of night suits you.

and i approach, slow at first. i look at youand i try to catch a stare; closer and closer, step by step, i hear you breathing, i smell your scent. i walk past you and you didn't notice. you didn't notice.

i try once again. i fake going back and turning around, i look at you once more, with your hair pulled back, a slightly annoyed look painted at your face. i laugh inside. you look cute annoyed.

and i pass by you again. i had enough. i call your name. you turn towards me. i wave a "hi." you smile back. i am the happiest man in the universe.

so how are you?

"a bit annoyed, actually!" you flash the mischievous grin.

we talk. we chat a bit. then i say goodbye. goodbye.

"goodbye."

for the third time i walk pass you again, content with the world. i look back once and you were still there. i look back again and you were gone. pathetic. idealist.

wish you looked back.

2003-08-20T00:52:00.000-07:00

uh oh. what have i done? or rather, what did blogger do? uh oh...

2003-07-31T22:33:00.000-07:00

To Airen™

2003-07-17T22:23:00.000-07:00

i still dont know what i am doing...

2003-07-17T22:04:00.000-07:00

useless, useless™
i dont know what i am doing...i dont see things too clear...
before anything else, a big shout out to dear friend elaine or should i say nikholai? i am always here, ayt?

yup. i dont know what im doing anymore. moreover, i seem to be forgetting to do something i should be doing (confusing eh?) there's this something in back of my mind, i cant quite poke out. im so messed up. well let's see...what should i talk or rather, write about? i dont have vivid dreams of giving birth (unlike someone i know...), no spectacular thing happened over the week, haven't accomplished anything worth mentioning, over-all a useless, unproductive week. damn.

someone i knew (just knew him from class, which he dropped very early, methinks) died recently from heart failure. he was a batchmate as far as i can tell. oh well, that's life or death for you, for that matter. what the hell is it mortality anyway? it pushes you to enjoy life so as not to miss out and then it has this alarm clock you don't know what time to ring. and how would someone know that they have already lived out his/her life to the best, fullest way she can possibly can? i mean, given the limitations of our human bodies, how can we try out everything or maybe just exhaust all our evergy for one special task? tugs at my nerve cells, really.

2003-07-14T01:30:00.000-07:00

d'oh! my page is not loading! aaarrrggghhh!!! damn you blogger! if i get my hands on you...

2003-07-14T01:27:00.000-07:00

no duh?™
i got a scare over the weekend. last friday, i had one of the worst attacks of chest pain in the whole history of me having chest pains, which goes way back. so i visited my doctor over the weekend and had the works. i had an ECG and they took a sample of my blood for other tests. and so i waited five hours for the results, which proved to be very long, with the dreading and the nervousness of course.

it turned out that i was just super stressed. no duh?

after blowing a thousand++ bucks, having my veins poked, wires and sensors attached to my whole body, and a nerve-racking experience over all, i find out that i was just stressed. aaaarrrgggghhhH! talk about stupid! and oh, i need to wear prescription glasses again. does things get any worse?

note: unknown to those who knew me just in the last couple of years, i used to wear glasses. READ: nerd.

the doc said that my right eye was definitely in need of corrective lenses. the stress, he said, was the cause of everything, school work and all, and because of the strain i was putting on my eyes.

anyway, thank God that skie levanter had already recovered from a case of the flu.

i'm gonna go shut up na.

2003-07-09T22:25:00.000-07:00

writing a journal entry after a week™

i was early today. i got up a little earlier than usual, turned off the TV (it was always on by early morning since my mom watched the early news), put on my favorite cd and immediately got ready. there was no particular reason for this sudden vigor to go to school--i just felt like it.

traffic was a breeze. the jeepney drivers (i rode three separate jeeps to school) were feeling quite good about themselves, not one got in a dispute or a cuss match. yesterday, the jeep i was riding on almost ran over a kid. The kid was playing near the highway and another kid (they were playing) pushed him onto the road. the jeep screeched to a stop--soliciting colorful responses from my fellow passengers ("manong biyaheng fairview to, hindi langit!").

you son of a bitch! do you want to die? the driver screamed at the kid.

the reply was laughter. the kid just laughed and laughed.

the other day i shared a jeep ride with two old women. one was half-bent and they were both mute. it was quite amusing really to see two women in the dusk of their lives waving, clapping their hands in a language only they could understand. i swear, you could almost hear their speechless laughter. the only problem was when someone paid their fare. the women, being near the driver, were obligated to pass the money along, prompting a "shut up" on their part.

i got to school early. and no one gave a damn, me included.

2003-07-02T02:36:00.000-07:00

i watched the whole animatrix series the other night and i was blown away... it was really, really, really good to say the least! the whole concept, the story, the execution of each episode was absolutely brilliant! i tip my hat to the wachowski brothers for giving birth to everything the matrix! hhmmm... maybe the matrix is the starwars of our generation? well, let's just see...

now all this great stuff, fuelled in me a desire to create something... a comic book perhaps? a short story? or combine both? this is where you come in dear readers...(ha ha!) what do you think? share your great ideas! a concept is badly needed! by the way, i expect to finish whatever it is that i'll be doing in about 4-5months time (hey, i'm a beginner, ayt?) so any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

ranma 1/2 is being shown again in AXN! yay! i just love the series!

i have nothing else to say today and i can't think of anything else to do. i guess i'll log off for now...

2003-07-02T01:56:00.000-07:00

what the hell is this? the damn blogger had a face lift? i hate it. grrrr.... it now takes twice as long to load compared to the old version. oh well...

2003-06-23T17:28:00.000-07:00

water works™

and here i go again...

today is the fiesta of san juan! yay! basaan na naman! ha ha!

i have a lot of fond memories of the basaan... i remember getting up early and preparing my weapons arsenal for the war of the waters. some, i also prepared beforehand. for instance, yung plastic ng yelo na ginagawang water balloons? ha ha! I sometimes even place my stash in the fridge for a more effective (chilling i'm sure) result when some passerby gets busted. yep. me and the possey used to roam around the barangay and check out what was happening. of course, we were also victims of the war of the waters. there was this one time where somebody used a high pressure hose on us and i can tell you, it really stung. not to mention one very memorable time when a taxi driver (who was drenched) actually took out an itak from his taxi and pursued his assailants cuss words notwithstanding.

in our highschool we also had our own form of the water war, only this time, only the seniors were privelaged. it happened after every CAT-1 graduation and was held to cap off the highly stressful week before. the waterworks began the very moment the cadets were dismissed and lasted until the principal (or whoever) told the janitor to cut the water supply. mudrolling was also a very entertaining spin off. the coccs, the cadets, and the officers would huddle around the lawn (which was pretty muddy by now) and roll a person (preferably still dry) in the mud until that person looked like clay face from the batman series.

i left home very early today to avoid the basaan. i still have classes (tough luck!) to go to, people to meet, readings to be photocopied. what i wouldn't give for a tubful of water and some plastic ng yelo. ha ha! wait. what's stopping me? nuffink! better get me a water pistol at least...

>>>belated happy bday to traj, showbiz personality and aldrin, the hermit

2003-06-20T03:08:00.000-07:00

2003-06-20T02:48:00.000-07:00

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2003-06-20T02:08:00.000-07:00

a lot of y'alls been telling me to change the damn background. well i'll try.sorry for the change but i just wanted the page to look new... ha ha! also, to all of those who reads my stuff, the other parts of BBandB (corny) are in the archives section, in the may months, i think...

2003-06-10T22:28:00.000-07:00

just read the poem and look at the pictures. i'll be back with something in a few days...

2003-06-10T22:25:00.000-07:00

You are "Rei I"

Which Piece Of Evangelion Theme Music Are You?
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2003-06-10T22:06:00.000-07:00

[she being Brand ]

by e. e. cummings

she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
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minute i was back in neutral tried and

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greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

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happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
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2003-06-10T21:28:00.000-07:00

yay! i am kenshin! ha ha! cool! i would've liked aoshi better though. or shogo. or hanya. i dont know about the hero part either.

2003-06-10T21:15:00.000-07:00

You're A Hero!
You live to save the world! You are honest, true,
and always victorious! You may not always get
the girls/boys, but all you really want to do
is battle the bad guys.

What Type Of Anime Character Are You?
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2003-06-10T20:48:00.000-07:00

WOLVERINE!!

Which X-Men Character Are You??
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well, i guess i'm wolverine. duh. preferred if i became nightcrawler or something...

2003-06-02T21:41:00.000-07:00

mag eenroll na po ako. ha ha

2003-05-22T20:31:00.000-07:00

so this is it! the third and final installment of Zeth and Danielle, in all it's mushiness! ha ha!

2003-05-22T20:29:00.000-07:00

BBandB part 3

IT WAS NEAR midnight yet he wasn’t sleepy. He just looked at the ceiling and did nothing. There was no moon that night but there were stars. The stars were brighter with no moon to compete with for light. It was very quiet. It seemed that the absence of the moon caused everything else to be absent also. Humans and supernovas, he thought.

Zeth and Danielle started to meet each other at the park. There, they would talk about anything. The angelic cherub and the green cloak forest had a certain magic between them, at least, that’s what they thought. They learned a lot about each other this way. And since, she couldn’t ride her bike and he couldn’t sketch, talking to each other passed away the time.

“Hey I saw this mister yesterday.” She remarked. “He was riding a bike with balloons tied to his waist. I think he was a balloon deliveryman. Don’t you think that’s great?” She asked.

“Why is that great? The man rides a bike with balloons, so what?” he sneered.

“Don’t you get it?” She laughed. “The thing that’s great about it is not that he delivers balloons. It’s the balloons and the bike. Have you ever tried riding a bike with helium balloons tied to your waist? I think that’s the closest thing to flying without leaving the ground. In that sense, it’s must be what love is like—riding a bike with balloons.”

“Wow, you came up with that all by yourself? You’re weird, you know?” he said.

“Not as weird as you are!” She laughed more.

“What do you mean by that, huh?” He looked at those eyes, that smile.

“Nothing!” She made funny faces. They both laughed. She took out a silver marker from her pocket.

“What’s that for?” Zeth asked.

“Give me your right arm,” she said. Still giggling.

She wrote “supernova” in big, bold letters.

“I’m going to leave for the states in a few weeks. I’ll miss you. Therefore, you must never take this cast off because I wrote on it! Ha ha! Just joking!”

He couldn’t speak.

“Well, it’s getting late. I’m gonna go home.” She said as she started walking. “Are we special?” She asked loudly.

“We’re supernovas.” He called back. Stunned.

DAYBREAK was coming. Zeth sat up. He stared into space once again. He then focused his eyes on the calendar on top of his desk. It really is today, he thought. She’s going to leave today.

“I can’t believe she’s really going away.” He said to himself. “I’ve known her just for a few months. She’s my dear friend and I can’t let her go. No. I won’t let her go.” He went downstairs into the garage. “My dear friend? Is she just my dear friend? No, she’s not.” He took his keys and unchained the bike from the pole. He got on the bike and just placed his arm on the handle. The hell with it, he thought, I could still ride with just one hand. He rode awkwardly at first. He headed down the main street into the commercial district and bought some balloons, tied it’s strings to a rope on his waist. A lot of people were looking at the guy who had a broken arm yet still rode a bike with balloons tied to his body. They said that he was from the circus advertising for a show. He rode to the park. They were going to meet there for the very last time.

It was near noon when he arrived. The tree roots and uneven landscape made it very difficult. He almost fell about half a dozen times along the way. He immediately saw the familiar figure standing near the statue, green fire amidst a white ghost and a green cloak.

SHE saw the reds, the blues, and the yellows while he was still far away, her heart racing.

Her features were becoming clearer and clearer--her hair, her face, her smile, and those eyes.

“Please don’t go! I know I’m asking too much, but still! I really don’t want you to go away! Please don’t leave!” He begged, stopping just a few feet away, balloons swaying in the air, wishing to escape.

“Who’s leaving?” “You’re a strange guy, I told you!” Her eyes were shining.

“But, but what you said…the states…you’re really not going?” His heart was pounding.

“I told you. I was just joking! You’re really weird Zeth!” She looked at the balloons. “Hey! Nice set of wheels you got there!”

“Ride with me,” He said, looking at those eyes.

“I’d love to.” And those already shiny and deep eyes seemed to twinkle some more.

Heavy elements found in the body are formed only as remnants of explosions and other complex reactions that happen in space. We therefore, are literally made from stars—supernovas to be precise.

2003-05-22T20:26:00.000-07:00

hhmmm...

i somehow lost my will to write... i dunno what happened exactly... ho hum... perhaps inspiration is in short stock nowadays... bummer!

what to do? what to do? i know! nope. i dont know... Aha! i'll just post the third part of the bbandb story... that seems like a good decision... so ill post it na lang...

2003-05-18T19:55:00.000-07:00

watched the matrix! ha ha. way cool special effects. i couldn't tell where the reality ended and the CG began! two thumbs up! can't wait for the revolutions!

2003-05-15T00:16:00.000-07:00

not the one

hhmmm... the matrix is showing today. i cant watch it yet though. it always seem that everytime there's a good movie showing, i happen to have something else to do, be broke, or just miss it. darn.

i am currently dreaming up a concept for this project in lit class. we're supposed to imagine ourselves as a superhero--masks, capes, and superpowers galore included and i cant quite decide on what to do. a superpower is hard enough to choose (telepathy, super strength, flight, blah blah), but if you can pick five then it's a whole different ballgame. here are some mutations that got into my list:

1>instantpapyruscut--the ability to cut a yellow pad into 4 pieces using just your hands in under ten seconds.

2>postponics--the ability to will a deadline--a test, a project, etc. to move into desired date. one thing though: cannot erase deadline from existence.

3>cramwatch--for lengthening an amount of time into a longer amount of time. used to make papers in ten minutes instead of the usual hour. goes hand in hand with postponics.

4> sleepawake--nuff said. adapted for boring classes.

5> teleportation--for virtually eliminating travel time. works well when there's a traffic jam and you're ten minutes left for the class after you've used up all your allowable absences for the most attendance-crazed prof in the whole of the universe. (i know, i know. its been used to death already but hey, who wants to sit in a jeep for two hours in blazing heat? thought so.)

that's it! any other super power worth noting? i mean besides xray vision!

2003-05-13T00:02:00.000-07:00

another day has gone by
im thinking about you all the time
but you're not here and im here waiting
and i wrote this letter in my head
coz so many things were left unsaid
now you're gone and i cant think straight
-simple plan, i'd do anything

2003-05-12T23:48:00.000-07:00

yay! you are now free to email me your opinions. please feel free to express your mind. one thing though, dont send me forwarded messages please! good day to all!

2003-05-12T23:37:00.000-07:00

aaargggggghh! damn html codes! i can't seem to get the new codes to work! guess there's nothing else to do but to study it more.

2003-05-12T22:45:00.000-07:00

changed the title. just felt like it.

2003-05-12T22:11:00.000-07:00

THE ROUGH cast rubbed on his nape. Its coldness seemed to soothe him—to lull him into sleep. But no, not yet, he thought. Not yet…

Zeth woke in the hospital room. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to get up. He couldn’t. His body felt very sore and very tired at the same time. He didn’t know what happened. The room looked like it was on fire. Looking around, he saw that it was already late in the day. The setting sun was casting red hues on the normally white walls. He let his eyes wander some more. The room was empty except for him and a person who was sitting on a chair. She was sleeping. Zeth didn’t recognize who she was. He was still a bit dizzy because of the painkillers and couldn’t stay awake. He closed his eyes again and settled that his questions could be answered in the morning.

She wasn’t there the next morning. His mom went to the hospital a few hours before lunch and brought some food. She said that he was in the hospital because someone had accidentally run him over with a bicycle. The doctor, she explained, wasn’t too worried. His mother was in fact, neglecting to say that he broke his right arm and that he wouldn’t be able to use it for two months. She knew how her son loved to draw. In the end, she decided to let him know.

“Oh, and by the way, the doctor said that your right arm would be placed in a cast for a while. I’m sorry.”

NIGHT WOULD come in just a few minutes. The last rays of light were slowly being swallowed by the darkness. Zeth shifted his weight again and slowly got up from the recliner. He went to his bed and lied down. His right arm was itching quite a bit these past few days. Maybe a sign, he thought. The night was going to be a very long one.

A week after the incident, Zeth was back in the park. His arm was now in the cast and was getting himself adjusted. He went to the park in the early morning and every afternoon after lunch, staying there as much as he wanted. He just sat and looked and watched. In one of these excursions, he was surprised when someone was there waiting for him. It was strange since very few people visited this part of the park. The girl was sitting on a tree root and brought with her a bike that was now lying on the grass surrounding the fountain. Zeth walked closer and discovered that she was the same girl he saw before being taken to the hospital. He stopped a few feet away from the girl.

She turned to Zeth and looked him straight in the eye. She had shoulder length hair slightly covering her striking, dark brown, almond shaped eyes. She had fair skin and seemed like the athletic type. On her neck she wore a jade bead the size of a raisin tied to a black string. The bead sparked green fire when hit by sunlight. Zeth couldn’t speak. He felt like he could look into those eyes all day.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.” She said. “You don’t know me, nor me, you. Listen. I’m very sorry. I was the one who hit you.”

He looked down at the bike plopped down on the grass. It was blue with silver trimmings. It also had, he was a bit amused at this, the word “supernova” on the body. It was written with silver ink.

“Please don’t ignore me.” She said in a friendly tone. “I’m asking for your forgiveness. And, I’m giving you my bike. Look. I learned from your mom that you were an aspiring artist and knowing that I am the cause of your recent injury, I feel bad that you might not be able to draw anymore. I want you to have my bike, which I love very much because I took away the thing you love most to do.” She stopped to get the bike and to walk over to him. “I know it’s not much but please accept it. Maybe you can use it once your arm’s healed.”

“You’re giving me your bike?” Zeth asked. “Are you sure?” He was still looking at her.

“Yes. I told you already. I feel really guilty, you know,” She pleaded. “Please take it. It’s yours now.”

Zeth walked over to her. She smelled like a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. He took the bike’s handle from the girl.

“Hey, what’s your name? I wouldn’t want a stranger to give me a bike. C’mon. What’s your name, friend?” He asked.

The girl smiled. “I’m relieved. Thank you. It’s Danielle.”

“Well, Danielle, since we’re friends now, is it okay if I ask you a question? Why supernova?” Zeth quipped. You have a beautiful name, he thought.

She smiled some more. A dimple appeared on her left cheek.

“It’s for when I feel small and insignificant.” She replied.*

2003-05-12T22:09:00.000-07:00

everything aside, i opted to post this next installment earlier than usual, not for any other reason but to finish the story immediately. i only wish to give my other works a chance to manifest themselves. the one above is the second part of bbandb.

2003-05-12T22:05:00.000-07:00

2003-05-12T22:04:00.000-07:00

hhmmmm..... it has come to my attention that the world SUCKS big time. ha ha! nope. dont let that get you down. at least we're still here. they say we should all live for the moment. is that really true? there's this one thing that i find very intriguing. it was pointed out by my lit professor this morning. how can we face life when we're facing death? strange thought. how do you live when you know you're going to die the next day? or even the next week? would you continue just the way you are? or will you be possessed by some relentless spirit that urges you to do everything you want in spite of the consequences? are actions justified jsut because there's the certainty that death is imminent? bummer. too many questions, too complicated answers...

2003-05-11T21:12:00.000-07:00

ha ha!

2003-05-11T21:11:00.000-07:00

Bikes, Balloons and a Broken Arm

THE BOY sat there for almost three hours now. The room he was in smelled fresh and inviting; the boy cleaned it the night before. His chair, a recliner, was in the center of the room. A drawing table was positioned against the south wall near the door. A study lamp and a sketchpad were on the table’s surface. His bed, which was in fact, a sofa bed, was on the left side of the room opposite the window. The only light in the room was streaming from the lone window. Sunset light.

He went there initially to work on an art project. He wanted to add the finishing touches to his most recent work—a fountain that he had drawn about a month ago. As he sat in front of his drawing table, he suddenly felt awkward to be doing this. His eyes wandered across the room finally resting on the window. It was summer. He sighed. How long has it been since he was able to pick up a pencil and draw? His right arm was feeling heavy and stiff and most important perhaps, it was itchy. It was encased in a very colorful cast courtesy of his friends and interestingly, had the word “supernova” written on the side. He walked to the recliner and sat. And remembered.

IT WAS a very pleasant morning--pleasant enough in fact, to make Zeth get up earlier than usual and go to the nearby park to draw. He got there and headed straight to his favorite place, an old cherub statue, a very small one, at the far, south end of the park. He carried with him, as always, his leather sketchbook, which he received as a gift from his father for his last birthday. Once he got there, he sat on a very large tree root at the base of the biggest tree in that part of the park. He opened his book, took out his pencil and started to draw.

The area was still covered by the early morning fog when he arrived and it added a very mystical, almost supernatural feel to the place. The sun’s rays were forcing their way through the leaves while reflecting through the dewdrops on the vegetation at the same time. The statue certainly looked angelic for it was cloaked with white fog, embraced by the green of the trees.

He drew for the most of an hour. His charcoal pencil was grounded to half its usual size. His arm was still all right then—no graffiti laden cast. Zeth looked at his watch. Still plenty of time, he thought. He continued to draw for another fifteen minutes then carefully latched his sketchbook, tucked it under his arm then walked home.

THE BOY in the recliner smiled. He lifted his right arm and with the help of his left, placed in behind his head, resting it atop his skinny shoulders. He stretched, kicked off his slippers and closed his eyes.

“Watch out!!!”

Zeth was startled by a sudden shout behind him. Tree leaves rustled noisily as the usually peaceful birds nesting on the branches flew away. A loud crash was then heard a split second later.

Oh my God…Oh my God…
Someone was constantly mumbling in his ear. Zeth remembered the pain in his arm all too well but he also recalled someone looking at his injuries. The person looked worried. He formed a smile, barely noticeable, before he blacked out. The person was still in his head. The person looked pretty. She had brown eyes.

2003-05-11T20:49:00.000-07:00

this is the first part of the story:

2003-05-11T20:48:00.000-07:00

okay, i now have the oppurtunity to publish a story! ha ha! finally! well, i'll post the first part, ayt? hope you all enjoy reading it as i did writing it! peace!

2003-05-06T21:03:00.000-07:00

2003-05-06T20:51:00.000-07:00

i like rain. it's like the earth is being bathed in some cosmic juice streaming from the heavens. foliage become alive, refreshed--they talk to each other; they rejoice. rainwater drenches the streets, covering them with luster, with mirrors. reflections bared over rough, cobbled concrete. the sky turns from blue, white, yellow, into black, gray, and bright flashed of lightning, then suddenly returns to the blue, occasionally draping a towel of rainbow over its shoulders. i love the rain.

2003-05-06T20:43:00.000-07:00

ayan nagpalit na! ha ha!

2003-05-06T20:39:00.000-07:00

bakit ayaw mag palit ng template? kakainis to ah

2003-05-06T20:20:00.000-07:00

kamusta nah? ha ha! ngayon na lang ako ulit nag internet. walang pera. ha ha! still wont be able to post a story (dammit!), the computer's still busted. i wonder if anyone ever visits this site? ha ha! NOT! ha ha! heard something good: "what doesn't kill you makes you want to kill yourself." makes a lot of sense! so anyways, im just escaping the boredom and the idleness of summer classes. still depressed though. but laughing like a maniac! ha ha!

2003-04-24T20:53:00.000-07:00

i wont be able to shift. this sucks big time. seriously depressed. if member of the CHE administrative staff, please take caution.

2003-04-21T06:06:00.000-07:00

uh oh. the diskette can't be read! this day just keeps getting better and better... can't put the story here yet (obviously). i'll try some other time...

2003-04-21T05:58:00.000-07:00

oopppss! i was also gonna say that i'll try to post a chapter maybe or just a part of whatever i'm writing at the moment. i'll try but can't make any guarantees. ho hum...

2003-04-21T05:56:00.000-07:00

damn! been out for a while. didn't have the time to write something new or something old for that matter. aaaaaarrrrggghhhh! just been to u.p. and the system sucks! oh well... back to writing, just finished encoding one of my old stories. hope somebody likes it( yup, even if one person liked it then it would be worthwhile.) damn the computer at home!

2003-04-07T05:19:00.000-07:00

this is the first edition. just beginning