Fools in love

Br is a good friend...i wrote this when i was super down and BR is one of those SHEYYT friends that remained and guided me to the right path...bwehehehe...The real BR is a whole lot lovable than the male lead...hehehe..

Excerpt:

Naramdaman niya ang paghinto ng sasakyan. They stopped in front of a 24-hour Jollibee branch.
“Sa tingin ko ay hindi ka pa naghahapunan at nagugutom na naman ang mga bulate ko so we better eat first.”pag-iimporma ni BR.
She unfastened her seatbelt.
Hindi na niya kokontrahin ang sinabi nito dahil pati siya ay nakaramdam na rin ng pagkalam ng tiyan. She had her last meal at around 11 in the morning at brunch na niya iyon. Naging busy na siya buong maghapon sa pag-aasikaso sa deliveries ng mga bulalak sa Divisoria. Kinailangan niyang gampanan ang responsibilidad ni Lora dahil nagpunta ito sa doctor nito for her monthly check-up. Come to think of it, ni hindi pa siya nakakasama dito tuwing magtutungo ito sa doctor nito. Kung ang maiiwan lang sa flower shop ang problema ay puwede naman nilang ibilin ang pamamahala sa isa sa mga tauhan ng shop. Kaso kaya siya di nakakasama sa mga check-ups ni Lora ay dahil sa kahilangan ni Lora na hayaan na lang itong mag-isa na pumunta sa doktor nito.
How time flies. She had been adopted by Lora since she was fifteen and thirteen years have passed since then. Di makakailang tumatanda na rin ito. Kung physical appearance nito ang pagbabasehan ay hindi halatang in two years time ay magsisingkwenta na ito but Lora’s health is deteriorating. Hindi man ito nagrereklamo sa kanya ay napapansin niya na madali na itong mapagod. Kung noon ay nagagawa pa nitong magbiyahe papuntang Baguio once week para bisitahin ang flower farm sa ngayon ay siya na ang gumagawa nun.
Hindi na niya hinintay na pagbuksan pa siya ng pinto ni BR. Nagpatiuna na siya rito. Naiwan ito dahil sinigurado pa nito na nakalock ang pinto ng sasakyan. Marami-rami pa rin ang tao sa loob ng fastfood. Biyernes nga pala, siguradong karamihan sa mga nandoon ay gigimik.
Pumuwesto siya sa table na nasa sulok. Nang pumasok si BR ay hinanap ng paningin nito kung saan siya nakaupo at nang makita nito kung saan siya nakapuwesto ay dumiretso ito sa counter. Sa oras na lumapit ito ay makakatikim ito ng sermon mula sa kanya. Hindi man lang siya nito tinanong kung ano ang gusto niyang kainin.
Natagalan ito sa pagpila. Nang palapit na ito ay nakaready na siya kung paano sisimulan ang speech niya ngunit hindi siya nakapagsalita nang makita ng dami ng inorder nito. May nakasunod pang crew ng fastfood dito at may bitbit rin na tray ng pagkain.
“Ibaba mo lang diyan.”utos nito sa crew. “Salamat.”
Hinintay muna niya na makalayo ang crew bago nagtanong dito. “Huh! Binili mo ba lahat ng nasa menu nila?”
“Nope.” Nagsimula na itong kumain ng hamburger.
“And this is my share?” She pointed on the tray in front of her.May spaghetti, hamburger, fries at rocky road sundae sa tray niya.
”Alam mo ba na kai-”Hindi niya naituloy ang sasabihin niya dahil isinubo nito ang natira sa kinakaing hamburger nito. Pinandilatan niya na lang ito. BR really changed.
Change number 1, now he’s a dictator.

Fools in love

Br is a good friend...i wrote this when i was super down and BR is one of those SHEYYT friends that remained and guided me to the right path...bwehehehe...The real BR is a whole lot lovable than the male lead...hehehe..

Excerpt:

Naramdaman niya ang paghinto ng sasakyan. They stopped in front of a 24-hour Jollibee branch.
“Sa tingin ko ay hindi ka pa naghahapunan at nagugutom na naman ang mga bulate ko so we better eat first.”pag-iimporma ni BR.
She unfastened her seatbelt.
Hindi na niya kokontrahin ang sinabi nito dahil pati siya ay nakaramdam na rin ng pagkalam ng tiyan. She had her last meal at around 11 in the morning at brunch na niya iyon. Naging busy na siya buong maghapon sa pag-aasikaso sa deliveries ng mga bulalak sa Divisoria. Kinailangan niyang gampanan ang responsibilidad ni Lora dahil nagpunta ito sa doctor nito for her monthly check-up. Come to think of it, ni hindi pa siya nakakasama dito tuwing magtutungo ito sa doctor nito. Kung ang maiiwan lang sa flower shop ang problema ay puwede naman nilang ibilin ang pamamahala sa isa sa mga tauhan ng shop. Kaso kaya siya di nakakasama sa mga check-ups ni Lora ay dahil sa kahilangan ni Lora na hayaan na lang itong mag-isa na pumunta sa doktor nito.
How time flies. She had been adopted by Lora since she was fifteen and thirteen years have passed since then. Di makakailang tumatanda na rin ito. Kung physical appearance nito ang pagbabasehan ay hindi halatang in two years time ay magsisingkwenta na ito but Lora’s health is deteriorating. Hindi man ito nagrereklamo sa kanya ay napapansin niya na madali na itong mapagod. Kung noon ay nagagawa pa nitong magbiyahe papuntang Baguio once week para bisitahin ang flower farm sa ngayon ay siya na ang gumagawa nun.
Hindi na niya hinintay na pagbuksan pa siya ng pinto ni BR. Nagpatiuna na siya rito. Naiwan ito dahil sinigurado pa nito na nakalock ang pinto ng sasakyan. Marami-rami pa rin ang tao sa loob ng fastfood. Biyernes nga pala, siguradong karamihan sa mga nandoon ay gigimik.
Pumuwesto siya sa table na nasa sulok. Nang pumasok si BR ay hinanap ng paningin nito kung saan siya nakaupo at nang makita nito kung saan siya nakapuwesto ay dumiretso ito sa counter. Sa oras na lumapit ito ay makakatikim ito ng sermon mula sa kanya. Hindi man lang siya nito tinanong kung ano ang gusto niyang kainin.
Natagalan ito sa pagpila. Nang palapit na ito ay nakaready na siya kung paano sisimulan ang speech niya ngunit hindi siya nakapagsalita nang makita ng dami ng inorder nito. May nakasunod pang crew ng fastfood dito at may bitbit rin na tray ng pagkain.
“Ibaba mo lang diyan.”utos nito sa crew. “Salamat.”
Hinintay muna niya na makalayo ang crew bago nagtanong dito. “Huh! Binili mo ba lahat ng nasa menu nila?”
“Nope.” Nagsimula na itong kumain ng hamburger.
“And this is my share?” She pointed on the tray in front of her.May spaghetti, hamburger, fries at rocky road sundae sa tray niya.
”Alam mo ba na kai-”Hindi niya naituloy ang sasabihin niya dahil isinubo nito ang natira sa kinakaing hamburger nito. Pinandilatan niya na lang ito. BR really changed.
Change number 1, now he’s a dictator.

painting the music of L.O.V.E

Thirteen???Fifteen???or was it Twenty years ago??? This fickle head can't even remember when it all started...can't even seem to care whether I've really survived the crash...whether this worn-out heart have really continued beating...whether all those bee stings really helped in prolonging my suffering...whether the stitches healed the guilt completely...whether somebody would be able to search for me in this world of doom that i've been living ever since my soul died decades ago...Hell! I never dreamt of my thoughts in such a state of paradoxical trance,,,Never expected that my heart would be in the heat of turmoil... Never reflected for so long until i heard the voice of an angel...a beautiful voice singing a unique mellow harmony of a wandering heart...a voice that allowed me to grasp the amazing silhouette of the world that was now alien to this mere ghost...a melody that allowed me to compose the adoring notes hurling inside my head...a tune that has turned all those bland scent into a romantic aroma ..it was then that my visits to the open window of my hunted room became frequent...little by little ...all the angst that have burdened this frail ghost started to fade...all the darkness was now in the shades of ROYGBIV ...then the cool breeze caressing the pale skin in all those private concertos delivered a concealed message...my fingers started to decipher the codes in the small piece of paper...but this skilled fingers gave up...all i could do was smell the cigarette scented paper...then the small piece of paper was followed by another one...and then another...and another...but i was not able to discover the hidden clandestine of every paper that has passed this bare hands....then one night, the sweet voice sung a lonely ballad...a tragic tune that not even a nightingale will be able to sing...followed by a loud *bang*...then creepy silence...i've alerted my senses...a voice deep within me kept on shouting..."please play your music! let me hear your song! let me feel life again!"...but not a single sound was heard...i stayed up the whole night waiting for the angel to play his harp and sing...convincing myself that the angel never left me alone in this doomed world of mine...but as the heat of the sun touched my face reality knocked on my stressed out soul...three rings of the church bell signaled the end of my unseen romance...the slow rhythm of the funeral song made me deaf again to the music of life...
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Mr. Wrong can be mr. Right

he brings me to the limits of my burning temper

he scolds me till dumbness dominates my intellect

he buries the self-respect left in me by his heartbreaking insults

he never appreciated my music...in fact he regarded it as a noise...

he never read my writings... but he dared calling them a piece of trash

he never tasted the food i cook...for he feared that i'd drug him

he hates the perfume i use for its intoxicating scent

he looks down on me for inferior creatures for him doesn't deserve 'respect'

he is my number ONE critic...

he is my number ONE enemy...

He hates me the same as i hate him...

I even curse his name every night before i sleep

The anger within my heart even prompted me to write vandals about his hateful attitude and egoistic principles...

but heck ...fate played its game on us...

it was one rainy evening then that i first discovered the kept secrets of the most hateful man existing in my world...I'm the last person to leave the school, i believe...My science project is due the next day and the circuit is not cooperating with me...After i thought was an eternity, the set up was finished...I tried calling my Papa's phone so he can fetch me but he's phone is out of reach...with the remaining coins i have, i telephoned our house...And i guess i'm really unlucky for the payphone is not working... after fighting within myself, I was left with no choice but to bravely feel the heavy rain soaking me wet to the bones...In the coldness of the whistling wind, i wrapped my arms around my pooh backpack and run on the pouring rain...everything ahead of me is a blur...the water that drenched my face prevented me from seeing what lies ahead...and then came a big wall...no i bumped into a warm-blooded human being...I wanted to say sorry but not a single word came out... The creature wrapped his arms around my shoulder and lead me to the waiting shed outside our school...I wanted to thank him for protecting me from the wrath of the rain but before a voice came out...right in front of me materialized the face i hate the most...Before i could utter a word against him, an old woman in his fifties came running towards the hateful guy...

"Marco your brother had an attack,"said the woman sobbing...it was then that the red car of my father parked right in front of us...I immediately got inside the car...i can just leave mr.arrogant and the woman behind but something inside me made me call out his name...and after sometime we are already on our way to the provincial hospital...mr.arrogant searched for his brother like a mad man...but he was too late....the lifeless body of his brother was already wrapped neatly in a white cloth...mr. arrogant cried as if the world has left him alone for good..And i was there the whole time to witness mr.arrogant's suffering...I saw how he's been slowlyb tortured by the sight of the lifeless body of his ten year old brother...the memory of the heartbreaking night is still vivid in my thoughts,even in my dreams...

a week have passed since the burial of mr. arrogant's brother...i purposely bumped into him...i was expecting a smile from him but all i earned was a cold blank stare...the anger forgotten for sometime started to resurface...

i followed him into his turf and confronted him...amusement was mirrored in those eyes of him... i decided to retreat but his hand stopped me from leaving his territory...before i could protest,,,he's already savagely kissing me...his hand doing wonders in every possible way that i've never imagined...i wanted to push him....let my anger overpower my senses...

but the flame of anger was far too strong to control

I was never aware when it all started... but a collision of opposing poles happened

once a world connected by HATE in capital letters is now united by an unspoken passion...

my critic is now my number one fan...

my number ONE enemy is now my lover...

Hell! I never expected things to turn those bitter memories into a heartwarming experience...



i never thought that mr. arrogant would be the most understanding person in my life...never expected that mr. WRONG would be my mr.right...i found the way to his heart andhelped him forget all the loneliness in it...but it was him who taught me which path to travel so that i'll be able to reach him

Behind the Death Line

Stunned waiting for the final blow of life's cruel yet dearest end

Catatonic in disbelief that what once a lively laugh would turn into an agonizing cry...

The bee stings has been hurting much

prolonging the hopeless case of the lifeless soul

bringing color to the ghostly face

creating empty hopes

replacing all that have been lost but can never be able to prevent the knocking doom...

the sobs become clearer than any deaf can hear...

the river of tears is within reach but the hand is too heavy or is it the poison of weakness that hinders it from wiping off the flow of despair???



still hoping for a rare second chance...





but the devil never granted my parole...







an hour





a minute







or even seconds...







he'll be here anytime...never realized that he's been lining on the death line...never found out not until death himself popped out of his contaminated body...

a HEART for HIM

i always think about YOU...

wondering IF

you have eaten...


you are okay....

what that frown on your face means...


what did you do the other night to make you look sleepy ...


whose with you right now...



will THERE be time that i'll not be a mere friend to you



will there be a time that the name you've given me holds a special meaning...



will there be a time that you're going to entrust to me the key to your lonely HEART...i love you and your insensitivity makes it a whole lot difficult loving YOU...

I've been counting and what makes it a lot harder is the agony of waiting for the moment that will never come. A moment that I've been dreaming but disappointment sets in everytime I wake up realizing that i've been setting my eyes on him but he never looked in my direction. There were times that i thought he's dreamy stare is meant for me but then in the end i've realized that he was looking thru me as if i'm just a transparent wall between me and her.
For almost three years now, I'm still his shadow. Following him even in the darkest of the night where my existence remains unnoticed. I've been watching his every move, waiting for his mr. bean smile and enduring the pain everytime i hear him mention her name. How many times have i been convincing myself to forget him...trying to suppress the voice inside this dumb heart of mine...making my pentium one brain win over my heart... but in the end i failed...I thought i've forgotten his musculine smell but I was wrong for even when my eyes are closed, I'll still be able to recognize his scent...I tried to stop listening to the voices around me but in the middle of the creepy silence, i can still hear his voice...I blindfolded my eyes but in just a few seconds, images of him started playing...i gambled and tried starting again with someone else but till now he is still the owner of my heart and my present 'husband' will remain a mere boarder...


I love him...But HE LoVes HER....and I can't do anything about it...