too bad..

wow! wat tym is it?.. and i'm still here in skul. doing this shit project! damn! i wanna go home and eat some food. i'm not yet eating since i woke up today. goodgod!! i prepared to bed early last nyt. shit! my back ached as i cudn't sleep.. i wanna take a rest and damn! it's tiring. i wanna freak out dat "hey, dude! let me sleep!" bitch!..then i actually slept abit. i woke up again til the wee hour of the morning. shit tlg! i wanna kill..but who? wawa nmn nya pgnagkataon.

i don't know what should i do now. u know, some times in your life u cannot do anything but no reason at all. u'r tired but doing nothing. u wanna freak out for no apparent reason. u just got irritated with hell of a face! u seems OK yes. but u wanna kill them all! good heaven, forgive me for saying and thinking those stuff. tsk!

sayang ung gig na pupuntahan sana nmin. la lng. la kc akong makasama na at ease ako eh..kung nagkataon, go! go! go! sana ako...la lng...andon HALE eh...hehehe landi!

gusto ko ng umuwi!!!!!! gutom na ako!!!!!
makauwi na nga...bat ba ginugutom ko sarili ko eh pede na mana akong umuwi... ala na akong social life, peste! nywy, tom nlng...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!!!

bloody week...

damn week! it's hell...sobrang hectic ng sched that i cud no longer check nor update my blog...^_^..putting my sentiments on or rather nonsy-?- sentiments...wow! pakshit lng...dame kcng ginagawa and just recently, i've realized the importance of time and how those darn scheds affects time o my time...or rather the ordinary time i used to have..

before, 6-7pm i've done with my dinner...now? my goodness heaven! 9pm i'm still on my way home, then preparing my dinner and actually eat it at almost 10-11 pm!!! what the--! and there's so many achuchu pa b4 u cud actually eat...worst thing is mabadtrip kapa! tsk! and the time u suppose to go to bed...darn, sanay na mata ko na matulog as early este late at 3am... how cud those sched and works so do projects do this to me??? na though u have time to sleep early when things goin' smoothly and need not to sleep late, ur eyes and mind cannot cooperate with you! hell of a crap! it's so tiring and fuck! ala kpng pera! peste! oh, goodgod! just hoping that everything will be fruitfull after those darn effort and sacrifices and all of those achuchu that driving u crazy, mad and even a wearwolf! good heaven! nywy, kelngang sulitin ang lhat sa sembreak! ndi na'ko tumataba sa kapupuyat! badtrip!


kaya 'to! aja! ^_^
ayos ba ung title? madugong linggo.. bloody week....hehe nice title, ayt? :)

half life...

I'm awake in the afternoon
I fell asleep in the living room
and it's one of those moments
when everything is so clear
before the truth goes back into hiding
I want to decide 'cause it's worth deciding
to work on finding something more than this fear
It takes so much out of me to pretend
tell me now, tell me how to make amends
maybe, I need to see the daylight
to leave behind this half-life
don't you see I'm breaking down
lately, something here don't feel right
this is just a half-life
is there really no escape?
no escape from time
of any kind
I keep trying to understand
this thing and that thing, my fellow man
I guess I'll let you know
when i figure it out
but I don't mind a few mysteries
they can stay that way it's fine by me
and you are another mystery i am missing
It takes so much out of me to pretend
maybe, I need to see the daylight
to leave behind this half-life
don't you see I'm breaking down
Lately, something here don't feel right
this is just a half-life
is there really no escape?
no escape from time
of any kind
come on lets fall in love
come on lets fall in love
come on lets fall in love
again
'cause lately something here don't feel right
this is just a half-life,
without you I am breaking down
wake me, let me see the daylight
save me from this half-life
let's you and I escape
escape from time
come on lets fall in love
come on lets fall in love
come on lets fall in love
again




oh yes...c'mon c'mon....hehehe :)

another sad love story...tsk!

I’ll start my story here. It was high school time wherein lovers are on trend. It’s in that time where in you learn how to love, to cry and to move on. High school time was all about fiction, all about fantasy and stuff. It’s in college where you’ll see the reality. Basically, the high school time was the orientation before you’ll go to the real world. In my high school years wasn’t that neither bad nor it was good, let just say it’s just average, because I considered my self as an average girl too. Boys never fall for me because I was never popular and sexy. You know high school boys are… they love this and they love that, they love picking but not sticking to it… you get what I mean? I admit, I considered myself as a boy-hater maybe because boys just don’t like me the way I am, until I met Shang. He was new in class. He comes from a Chinese and rich family. I never expected him to smile at me as he entered the classroom. All seats were taken, only the seat beside me was vacant so he was instructed to seat there. I wasn’t able to talk first because I believed that he wouldn’t understand me because I thought he was purely Chinese, which he is not.The discussion of our teacher seemed to bore me. I wanted to open a discussion but I rather not. I was surprised when he broke the silence.

“ Boring noh?” he stared at me smiling..
I was shocked definitely and politely replied “ oo nga…”
“ I’m Shang, but friends call me Jay”
“ Kayla…you can call me Ka…”

He nodded and smiled at me. At that moment I was attracted to his almond shape eyes. He seemed so humble and kind whenever he speaks. I never considered it as an attraction because at that time I never new what attraction really means. And he wasn’t my “ideal” guy either. He began telling jokes and stories and I began to impress him more. The teacher heard our giggle and called our attention a couple of times still he continued. We became friends then and it was a nice start for our friendship.Our class was dismissed early because there was somewhat an emergency meeting for the teachers. I was about to go when Jay came running towards me..

“ hatid na kita…”
“ may wheels ka ba?” I said sarcastically…
“ meron, kaso hindi akin sa dad ko…”
“ha?… g*g*… nag joke lang ako uy… no need mag taxi ako eh…”
“ sige na…” he insisted.
“ nakakahiya…”
“ hiya?…” he laughed and he grabbed my hand and I began to wonder.

He opened the door of the car for me and I smiled saying thank you and saying no need. I thought it was his dad whose driving the car so I hesitated to say politely.
“ good afternoon po”
He never answered. I whispered to Jay, “ galit ba dad mo?”
“ hindi ko dad yan, driver namin yan…” he smiled
“ wow, big time!” I said to myself. He laughed. “ I thought kasi dad mo” I said.

He took me home and not only that he brought me to our door. He told me he’d called me and stuffs like that. He even thanked me for being so kind and everything. I know it is too much“thank you” but I respected him and I said “you’re welcome…” I reply. The door opened and my mom seemed to be surprised.

“ good evening po… hinatid ko lang po daughter niyo ksi po delekado po ngayon eh…”
“ iho… napakabait mo naman… salamat kung ganun…”
“ ma, si Jay… Jay si mama”
“ nice to meet you po…” he replied bowing.
My mom began to realized that he is a Chinese because on how he act and she offered him a cup of tea.
“ thank you na lang po pero kelangan ko na pong umuwi kasi naghihntay na si papa…”
“ ikaw… sige mag ingat ka…” He nodded and he looked at me. “ I’ll call you okay?”
“ bakit? Bawal ako makpagtelebabad ngayon eh…”
“hindi man tayo magtelebabad, about naman sa assignments”
“ah… ok”

Then off he ran. I entered the house and I went up stairs with a funny feeling inside, a feeling so funny but deep. I am beginning to like him, but only a little. His smile and his personality but his eyes too. There is something hindering me from liking him, it’s his race. He is a Chinese and I know their tradition and rules. Dad, before he died, once told me that Chinese people, most of them discriminate people like me and they have really strict tradition. But I knew Jay is different, he’s gentle and kind and everything. My dad also told me that “never fall in love to guy who belongs to a Chinese family and who has big business because it takes risk…”. He told me that when I was young for about 11, but now I’m in 3rd year high school and no one will hinder me from falling in love even my late father. I kept from reminding myself that I wasn’t in love instead this is only a “crush” means an attraction to someone who you think you are in love. I barely know him.

“ Ka! Telepono! Jay daw!”
I ran downstairs. “ hello”
“ Ka, my assignment ba tayo?”
“ oo, answer daw page 56 sa geom., 76 sa chem. And get ready daw for a quiz tomorrow sabi ni ma’am Winston.”
“ah okay… sunduin kita bukas ng morning okay?”
“ha? Ano ka hilo?!!? Bakit?”
“wala lang… para makasave ka sa taxi at safe ka…”
“hoy, before ka dumating naka taxi na ko…”
“ sige na… kaw pakipot!”
“bahala ka pero baka hindi mo ako ma-abutan bukas…”
“sure… good night! ay paturo pala bukas sa geom. Ha?”
“ sure thing… bye” I hung up the phone and mom was staring at me and somewhat teasing me. “ no malice, ma, ok?”
“ ano ka dyan??”
“kasi the way mag stare parang…”
“kaw nagsabi niyan hindi ako…”

I climbed upstairs as I shook my head. I entered my room and I began to look into the mirror and asked my self “is he attracted to me?” I never will expect he will be because even I can’t see myself attractive. No one seemed to appreciate me even my mom. The only person who always appreciates me is my dad. I miss him so much and I began crying.. I started opening my books and forgetting what had happened and wondering what is it going to happen the next day.
I woke up early and dressed up for school. I was about to go when I black car and Jay’s driver opened the back seat of the car. He smiled at me and he said..

“ good morning ma’am”.
“ manong wag niyo na po akong tawaging ma’am..” he nodded and smiled.
“Ka, pasok na…” Jay said.
“ akala ko…”
“sabi ko sayo diba?”

I shrug and I entered the car. He told me that starting from now on he would fetch me and take me home. I was surprised and I never uttered a single word because if I will I’m afraid I’ll insult him instead I asked him that would certainly drive us closer.

“ Why are you doing this, you barely know me and I barely know you… we’ve only met yesterday and here you are offering me a ride?? You know what I mean… are you playing a game or something?”

He never uttered a single word instead he turned on the radio. I felt I insulted his kindness but I was awfully bothered. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t…”

He smiled at me and he said. “ I want to be your friend… wala kasi akong friend eh, natatakot ako makipag mingle sa iba kasi baka ang habol nila sa akin ay pera lang… alam ko ang mga school mates natin eh…”
“sa tingin mo hindi yan ang habol ko sayo?”
“ hindi… kasi ako ang unang nakipagkaibigan sayo…” he smiled.

We became very close. He shared everything, almost everything. He new about me, all about me, from my likes to dislikes. He began to be my best friend and I began to be his too. People at school would ask him if I was his girl but he will only shrug and I would too. From the moment he and I became buddies many boys seemed to approach me and some of them courts me. I began to wonder why. why now? Jay would always remind me not to accept their proposal because they are not with it. I admit ever since Jay and I became very close, girls seemed to be jealous, to the point that it doesn’t do good anymore. I would often cry on Jay’s shoulder because rumors seemed to out of hand. Stories that are not true about Jay and I destroy my reputation. Jay on the other hand was really angry upon seeing me affected like this and I keep on reminding him that if he could just temper down for me. I emphasize to him that I don’t’ want any fights. I’m glad he obeys me. The people in school seemed not to understand our friendship. They seemed to question us. We never did anything. And they can’t see that. We tried letting them but they seemed to shut their ears. I’m afraid that someday there will come a time that one of us will be totally be gone and will be killed against this battle. He promised me he wouldn’t. He will fight for our friendship no matter what. I was beginning to like him deeply. If he’ll know that I liked him more than as a friend would he fight still? If he does love me too would he fight for me too or for our love??

I kept that feeling for about 3 months. I know if I were going to tell him everything it would change all the things, especially our friendship. It’s against the rules of friendship and it’s against of the tradition. We are different in many things especially in culture, rules, beliefs and tradition. I can’t change that nor he can. If I’ll take the risk of telling him what’s here inside me I’m afraid what will happen. I won’t avoid him or anything. I would just put something that would be a barrier to passageway of affection, of love, of intimate love.

I expected the unexpected when he told me he is going to introduce me to his parents. He told me that I’ll just be myself in meeting them because they are just ordinary parents, but are they? We arrived at the dinner party. It wasn’t just an ordinary party it was different from our party. Ours is simple, theirs is very extravagant and elegant. People there wore nice silk and porcelain jewels that come from China. As we enter the room full of people their eyes seemed to melt me. I feel like I’m being judge by dragon jurors. I felt relax and fine when he whispered.

“ok ka lang, Ka?? Wag mo silang intindihin, pasyosalan lang yan sila dito… wala na silang ginawang topic kundi mga business… palakihan ng business… haay!” he told me while as he shook his head off. I smiled and nodded.

A cold chill conquered me when I was introduced to his father. I know I must not felt that way because I wasn’t his fiancé or anything. I am just his best friend, his buddy, and his friend. He grabbed my cold hand and we went together towards his father.

“ Papa, this is Kayla…”
“ Good evening po…” as I smiled and I bowed down as he instructed me.
“ So you are the girl my son’s been telling me…” he sarcastically smiled at me. He looked at me from head to foot. After that he faced his son.
“ Take her to the food…” he ordered, “ let her eat many…” he faced me and continued, “ feel at home, all the friends of my son is my friend too…”

I nodded. I look at Jay and I breathe out at last. But there is something that bothers me all night. I’m his friend but what if…
“ Ka? Okay ka lang?”
“ ha…ah oo naman… ang bait pala ng tatay mo tsong! Kala ko…” I smiled
“ hindi mo pa siya kilala…” he shook his head, “ tara, alis tayo dito… boring eh…”
“ hindi puwede diba?”
“ hindi tayo mapapansin niyan…”
“ ikaw..”

He grabbed my hand. We left the party as soon as possible. He picked a cab and we went to Linmar Café near east. We were quiet for a moment. I broke the silence.

“ what if ma-in love ka sa hindi mo kauri?”
“ anong ka uri? Tao man tayong lahat ah… meron pa bang ibang uri…?”
“I mean, sa hindi mayaman at Chinese…”
“ sayo?” he laughed.
“ seryoso ba ako…paano kung ma inlove ka? Malay mo…diba? Sabi kasi ni daddy dapat daw ang mga Chinese guys mag marry ng ka uri nila para ma laganap ang business…”
“ well, depende…”
“depende?”
“ sabi nga ni papa dapat mag hanap ako ng babaeng chinese at mayaman…kaso hindi ko gusto yang ganyan eh… bata pa ako sinasabihan na nga ako…”
“ diba may ina arrange yan na marriage… yung bata pa kayo, dapat kayo na… basta yun na yon..” I sipped my cappuccino shake. He nodded.
“ sino ina-arrange sayo?” I smiled. I know I’d be hurt when he is going to answer my question with a girl’s name.
“ Mei Lhing… yung inaanak ni papa…nakakainis nga eh kasi ayaw ko siya”
“ chicks ba?”
“ ya… maganda at matalino kaso… possessive at nakakasakal…basta ayaw ko siya."

I knew from that moment that I couldn’t be enough for him. I know loving him would risk my life. I stared at him for the last time and took the chance of looking at him while he is eating his pie. I’m madly in love with him for the past few months and I just found out that he is being arranged to the rich and smart Chinese girl. I must tell him now.

“ Ka, is there something bothering you?”
“ wala lang ito…”
“ sabihin mo lang … eto naman parang hindi mo ako friend… bestfriend mo ako diba?”
“ what if ma-inlove ako sayo? “
“ ha?”
“ ako… pano kung love kita?”
“ love mo man talaga ako diba?”
“ for example, love kita more than what you think…” He was silent for a moment.
“ you don’t need to answer that tsong! Kaw naman…just forget it” I laughed aloud to cover up my embarrassment.
“I’ll die for you…”
“ hoy ka korny moh!” He stared at me and said.
“ I’m in love with you…”
“ what?!”
“ I love you!”
“ f*ck! Tsong ano yang sinasbi mo! Wag mo akong lolokohin kundi babatuhin kita ng sapatos ko…”

He held my hand and he knelt down before me. He is serious, I can see it in his eyes. I pulled my hand back.

“ hindi tayo puwede… I mean mag buddy tayo and…”
“ Chinese ako ganun? B**sh**! Pag hindi ba ako Chinese dun mo pa ako mamahalin?”
“ let’s us just drop this topic out okay?”

We were silent again. I don’t know what’s got into me. I love him and now I know what he felt for me. I’m really afraid upon knowing he has feelings for me because of the fact that they have strict tradition. It’s always been the tradition! But what the hell! I must tell what I felt for him. I got a deep breath.

“ I love you too but…”

He looked at me smiling with satisfaction.

“really? Bakit parang di ka sigurado??”
“I don’t know eh…” I looked at him.
“ just remember one thing…”I stared at him again as he held my hand.
“ I love you and no matter how many risk we would take…I promise you I’ll fight for our love… sounds corny noh… pero galing yan dito.” As he points his left chest.

I was touched. I felt for the very first time in my life the feeling of falling deeply in love. I never gave a big deal to the tradition, to the rules, to our age( I know I’m only 15 and he is 16) and to everything! What matters most is that we love each other and we will always will..

We never told anybody that we had a relationship. We continued as buddies in the eyes of the people. We are so careful in dealing our affection. It’s really hard for us, especially for him because we are not suppose to hold our hands because people would notice and would possibly tell things about us that could ruin both our reputation. I know it’s unfair to both of us, but the more we keep the more our love was strong. We go out but not only the two of us. When we go out our group of friends are always there so that we could not be misinterpreted as lovers. I know and he knows it’s really awkward. But what can we do?? We don’t want any trouble and we don’t want to be apart. We wrote letters. We exchanged letters every after subject, telling our feelings. It’s good that we are not caught. We are madly in love with each other and we must not let anybody know even our parents, especially his parents.

In a relationship we can’t really expect the things. Sometimes it’s perfect, no fights, no arguments and no misunderstanding. We had a fight once that almost lead us to break up. It began when somebody sent me a beautiful yellow rose, my favorite one. I never knew to whom it was from, I thought it was from him. So what I did was as soon as he arrived I ran towards him and stand in front of him whispering.

“thanks for the yellow rose, how sweet of you…”
“what rose?” He was shocked. I was too.
“ this…” I showed him the rose.
“I never gave you that…sino ba ang nag bigay niyan?”
“ ewan? Akala ko sayo galing eh..”

I shrugged and went towards my seat. I never realized that he was jealous and never spoke to me the whole morning. I never knew until lunchtime when we ate lunch together and I was irritated by his silence.

“what’s wrong with you?” he shook his head.
“fine…kung ayaw mo sabihin sa akin hindi kita pipilitin…” I told him mockingly.
“ we must reveal our secret…”
“ ano?”
“ sabihin na natin sa buong mundo… ipakita na natin… nahihirapan na ako…”
“ Jay, kung nahihirapan ka… mas nahihirapan ako…”
“ ikaw? Nahihirapan? Parang hindi ata… mas gusto mo nga ata eh… kasi maraming nanliligaw sayo… you wanted na secret itong relationship natin para…” he whispered angrily...

I shook my head with tears in my eyes. I was hurt. I stood up and walked out. He called my name but I never looked back. I never thought he would think that way. I went towards the comfort room and locked myself up in a cubicle so that no one could see me crying. I have no girl friends because he was my only friend to whom I cry on. I was alone crying deeply hurt. I really wanted to end this but I can’t. I love him. I know we are both pressured not only in school but also we are pressured upon handling our relationship. I could hear my moan echoing throughout the room. I was alone. I got out and wash myself up. As soon as I got out from the comfort room, the bell rang and I went towards my classroom. When I arrived there he was there leaning his head down on his armchair. I was angry to him. I sat and never utter a single word. We were quiet the whole time. My classmates seem to notice the silence. One of my classmates asked.

“ nag-LQ ba kau?”
“ha?” “ nag away ba…”
“hindi… masakit lang ulo niya…”
“ah… sige…” then of she went.

I was really uncomfortable. I was also bothered because of the fact that I don’t want him to take me home. It’s not applicable anymore. We are enemies and we must give each other’s space. I stood up and went ahead of him. He was still there even after I left the room. I pity him. I never knew what to do. It was not my fault. I went home soaked. My mom did notice me that I was crying she forced me to tell her. I never knew what to say so I told her. She understood. I’m glad she did and I’m glad that from now on I have somebody to tell my problems to, aside from him. The rains seemed to mourn with me. It was raining hard. At around 6 my mom noticed someone standing outside. Soaked wet and somewhat staring at our house. She told me to check on it. I peeked out from the window and I saw him. Jay. I ran towards him because he was soaked and was crying. I hugged him tight and we were both crying. He looked at me and caressed my face saying words I could never forget.

“I love you! forgive me… I don’t want you away from me…” he hugged me again.
We are both soaked wet. I was so happy. And I know he was too. I love him so much!
“hoy!dito niyo na yan ituloy mabibinat kayo niyan” my mom called out.

I told him that my mom knows already. He stayed at our house and went home around 8. We had a great time chatting with my mom. From that time went on him, mom and me were very close. Our romantic story continued, it’s wonderful and it’s stayed a secret for a long time, until an announcement came. She arrived form China. Mei Lhing, the wife to be of my love. our relationship changed. Before she came we are together all the time. We tried to adjust. He wasn’t allowed to fetch me in my house anymore because he must prioritize Mei Lhing first! I can’t demand. I don’t want to be a stress to him, instead I pretended to be fine. Every time our dates are canceled because she is there, it’s fine with me. Ever since she came in our lives, I tend to cry at night, I learned that it really hurts when you fall in love. I learn how to pour tears. I learn how to be brave and take the consequences once I feared. I’m afraid there would come a time he is going to leave me. I know it will come. And when it comes, I’m prepared, no matter what.

It’s been a week since we last talk. We never had the chance to talk because in class the teacher was obliged by his father that Jay must not have any relationship to any other woman because he is already engaged to Mei lhing. He wasn’t seated next to me anymore. We are not allowed to talk because of some circumstances. It was hard for me though I tried hard not to. And because of the loneliness and I was longing again for him I wrote him a letter that somehow changed every thing and I opened the gateway to the battlefield.

Jay,
I’ve been lonely for many days now… hindi ko na kaya… tuwing tumatawag ako sa bahay niyo wala ka… I understand naman, kaso unfair na sa akin ito at nahihirapan na ako mashado…if only we could meet maya sa Café… I wanted to talk about this secret relationship… Jay, maraming maaapektohan sa ganitong relationship eh… ang papa mo…I think we must end this na lang…we’ll forget each other for the sake of our love… please go maya sa Café. I want you and I to talk things clearly as possible… around 8 okay??
-Ka

I sneaked it in his bag. It was already 8:30 when he came. I was crying.. He was too..

“sinabi ko na kay dad ang tunkol sa atin…basically nagalit siya…”
“ah ganoon bah…”
“Ka…”
“jay, hirap nahirap na ako Jay…I’m tired of lying…”
“what do you mean Ka? You are breaking up with me?” I nodded with tears in my eyes.
“no!”
“pero jay!”

He never uttered a single word. Tears just flow in his eyes and I know he is hurt.

“ magpapakasal na ako next week…pero hindi na ako aabot…”
“ha? What do you mean hindi ka na aabot…”
“basta…”
“jay, wag kang ganyan!”
“ always remember Ka… love kita…ha?” he caressed my face.
“so what’s the plan now?”
“ako na bahala…”
“ ha?”
“I have to go…”

Days seemed to be running quite fast and only two days more and it’s his wedding. I was really amazed by his family tradition because at his young age he was allowed to marry. Well, what the hell! He told me that he was going to call me if he ran from his wedding or if he never came to his wedding. The wedding is about to start around 9. and it is already 8:30. I became very furious and really this waiting stresses me out. I was slouching on the sofa waiting for his call and I fell into a deep slumber. I never realized that I slept too much. I woke up at around 10 and I realized it was too late. He was wed and I can’t do anything anymore. I cried and cried. My whole world shuttered into pieces. My mom calm me down. I kept on yelling. I can’t just stop from crying.

“you are too young to handle this ka!”
“si jay hindi ba siya bata para mag asawa!?!…fuck!!!”
“ssh hunny…” Then the phone rang. My mom answered it and it was for me.
“si jay?”
“hindi…”
“ayaw ko kausapin…”
“nag insist anak eh… tungkol ata kay Jay…”
“sino daw siya ma?” I wiped my tears away. I know there is still hope.
“driver niya…”

I grabbed the phone and answered it.
“si jay po?”
“ma’am…wala na si sir Jay..” he was crying too
“wag kang magbiro nang ganyan manong…”
“ma’am hindi po ako nagbibiro…kagabi lang po sinabihan niya ako na tawagan ka kung hindi na daw siya aabot… nalito nga ako ma’am eh… pero talga ma’am… nag bigti si sir Jay…”

I fainted just like that. I couldn’t breathe…Everything just ended that day.



wawa nmn!! *sigh*

sad love story...

Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.

Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.
Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. (both sigh n silence for a while)
Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game.
Peter: Eh? What game?
Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think?
Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months.
Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?
Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now.
Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home)

Day 2: Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.
Day 3: They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time.
Day 7: Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.
Day 25: Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while.
Day 67: They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek.
Day 84: Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.
Day 99: They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sits down onto a bench.

1:23 pm
Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.
Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?
Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine.

1:43 pm
Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter havent return. Then someone walked up to her.
Stranger: Is your name Tina?
Tina: Yes, and may I help you?
Stranger: Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your friend.

Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.

11:51 pm
Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket.

The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said.

Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you.

11:58
Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.

As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.


heck! so sad nmn!!! :o(

huh!? sayang...

Manila International Airport, 2:00 am. It's been two years since she had last seen the Manila International Airport. Not much has changed. Her last memory of this airport was when Miguel dropped her off. She was on her way to New York to pursue a career in Wall Street.

"Promise me something will you? Please don't get married until I come back?" She jokingly told him as she lifted up her backpack.

"LOL. Very funny. Ikaw ang mag-promise. Promise me you won't run off with some nerdy economist in the next two years."

"Let's see, shall we. Bye, Miguel. I'll call you as soon I get to New York."

That was her last memory in this place. The warm Manila air made her feel a bit restless and yet she feels excited. This is the first time in two years she'll be seeing Miguel again. She was thoughtfully going through the immigration counters, thinking of how much she missed seeing Miguel. How different would he be now? Sure he sends her regular weekly e-mails and pictures but being the busy person that she had always been, she didn't get the time to chat with him and buy a webcam.

She's finally out. "Where is Miguel?" She wondered. "Ah there!" she exclaimed when she saw the silver gray Nissan Patrol parked near the exit. TGW926. Yup, that's Miguel alright. Her heart was leaping ahead of her as the driver got off.

"Hey! I missed you!" He said, as he hugged her.

"I missed you too. So much." She said, as she hugged him back. It was warm. It felt good to be back. It felt great to feel his hug.

"Let me get those." He said pointing at her luggage. "Then we'll have more time for hugging and chika."

"Okay."

Edsa, 4:30 am. Miguel's cellphone rings. Mama, the name flashes on the screen.

"You should really get that."

"No, you should get that. She's been waiting for you. She insist that we go straight to her after I pick you up form the airport. She also insists that you spend tomorrow with her."

Miguel was talking about her mother. Miguel was an only child and his mother wanted a daughter. She would often tell Bea that since she doesn't have a mom anymore, she should let Tita Doris be her second mom. She loved Bea as if she were her own daughter.

"Hello? Yes, Tita. How are you na po?... ah opo. Miguel already told me. Sige po. Okay po. I'll see you later." She turns off the phone and looks out the window. The phone rings again, this time the name "Sugar" flashes on the screen. Hmmm, "Sugar." He was quick. He got a hold of the phone and answered it. "Hello. Yeah. Pauwi na. I'm with her na. Yeah. Tomorrow, I will. Promise. We'll see you tomorrow. "

We? Is that supposed to mean me and him? See Sugar? Who is Sugar, anyway? "Who was that?" she couldn't keep herself from asking. "Sugar ha?" "I'll introduce her tomorrow. Uwi muna tayo sa bahay. By the way, kamusta na si Edward?"

"Edward?"

"Oo, si Edward, naalala mo yung boyfriend na iniwan mo sa New York? Anong klase ka ba naming girlfriend? Kaya hindi kita niligawan eh. Baka makalimutan mo rin ako."

"Ah si Edward. Hayun. Nasa New York."

Miguel has met Edward when he came to New York to give Bea a surprise visit. He seems a nice guy. Not the geeky economist Miguel pictured Bea would end up with. He is actually a cool guy and loves Bea a lot.

"He called me up, a week ago, asking a lot of things about you. Parang may balak ata?"

"Balak na?"

"Tell me, did he propose to you? He sounded like he was going to propose to you kasi."

"Ah look, here we are at Tita Doris."

At Tita Doris', 4:45 am. A pleasantly plump woman enters the living room. She was in her mid-fifties, a familiar warm smile and two open arms. She welcomed Bea, gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek. "Hay anak, kamusta ka na? Na-miss na kita. Pinakain ka ba nito si Miguel?""Opo, Tita." She looked around. Not much has changed in this house. She remembers spending her college days in this house. She remembers sinking into Tita Doris' arms when her mom died. She remembers only good things about this woman. She can't remember a time when she had been unkind to her and yes, she loves her like her own mother.

"Iha, sabihan mo nga yang si Miguel. Sabihin mo 'wag padalos-dalos magdesisyon."

"Po?"

"Mama naman. Let Bea rest. I'll tell her everything tomorrow." Miguel interrupted his mother before she can spill the beans.

"Ha? What was that all about?" Bea was curious."Bukas na lang.""Okay. Tita, if it's okay I'll go rest now." She hugged her, and proceeded to climb the stairs. Miguel followed her carrying her luggage."Alam mo I missed this house. Uy sino ba si Sugar? Tsaka bakit parang worried nanay mo sa iyo?""Bukas na. Sugar is having lunch here.""Hmmm, intriguing, pero sige. Bukas na."

They were both standing as the door to the guest room. "Alam mo, it's really good to be back in this house. I'll see you tomorrow."

Tita Doris' 10:00 am. She woke up, sunlight flooding her bedroom. She was able to rest. She got up, arranged the bed sheets and took a nice, cold shower. Minutes later, she was down at the garden having brunch with Tita Doris.

"Hi! Tita. Where is Miguel?""Sinundo si Sugar.""Sino ba yang Sugar na yan? Nai-intriga na ako.""Iha, I'll let Miguel tell you who Sugar is. Promise me something, though. Whatever happens you'll always be my daughter, Bea?"She felt scared. Why was Tita Doris suddenly serious? "Opo naman.""Anyway, iha. I heard from Miguel your boyfriend sounded like he was going to propose a week ago. Did he propose?"

Bea looked at her hands, bare of any engagement ring. She looked at Tita Doris and smiled. Before she could answer, Miguel showed up. With him is a woman she had not seen before. She was of medium frame, shoulder length hair and looked very feminine.

"Sugar, the sister I never had, Bea. Bea, Sugar, my fiance`.

"It felt as if somebody had thrown cold water on her. His what? Blood rushed to her head. She blushed. Her cheeks felt very warm. She couldn't swallow. Her heart beating a hundred beats per minute."Your what?" She looked at Miguel, blushing then suddenly white as with shock. "I'm sorry, Sugar but this is quite a surprise. Miguel has never mentioned you in any of his e-mails," she said as she looked at Sugar with a confused look. She looked at Tita Doris, she looked back as if she was consoling her.

"Yeah, I got engaged. I'm keeping my promise. I'm getting married on Saturday. O di ba you're here so in essence I've kept my promise.

"She managed to smile faintly. She hugged Miguel and congratulated him. She even managed to tell Sugar "You got a catch here, girl. Take good care of him or else I will snatch him under your nose."It sounded as if she was just joking, turning over a very important possession to it's next owner. In the deepest recesses of her person, she knew she meant it. "He told me a lot of nice things about you." Sugar said, smiling at her as if they had been friends for the longest time."I'm sure he has."

Lunch was served. All of Bea's favorite Filipino dishes. She and Sugar spent time chatting the afternoon away, looking at Bea's and Miguel's college photos and yearbooks. She found out that Sugar likes most of the things she does. They both came from the same high school. As she tried to get to know Sugar better during their afternoon chat, she realized that not only was she perfect for Miguel, she also seemed like the best gal pal Bea could find.

They talked about the wedding details, the dress, the ring, the shoes, the tiara. They like almost the same places, the same styles, the same shops. She told Sugar they should do shopping marathon together. Had it been another day, she would be telling herself that this is really a great pportunity to find someone who understands her shopping needs. Except that this is not one of those days? Except that this woman, this perfect, feminine gf was Miguel's fiance`.

Bea's phone rings. The name Boyfriend flashes.

"You should really get that" Sugar told Bea.

"Yeah, I guess I should. Hello? Yes? I'm good. I'm here at Miguel's.Oh I have in front of me Sugar, Miguel's fiance`." The words almost got stuck in her throat, but she still managed to give Sugar a smile. "Listen, I'll call you later. I have very good news for you."

Miguel sat down beside Bea. Sugar was looking at them and asked "So tell me? Was there never a time the two of you were more than Platonic?"Bea and Miguel looked at each other then looked at their own hands. Miguel's gaze turned to Sugar. He answered "Of course not. Bea and I were never like that."

"As in?" Sugar inquired."LOL, oo naman. She was a handful. Too much to handle for me. I can't keep up with her. She's never stands still." Miguel looked at Bea and smiled, his eyes turning into slits as his dimples gloriously show. "I guess that's the way for you. But not for Edward." Bea replied, with a little hint of disappointment.

"Okay lang yun. Edward is tough enough." Miguel was still smiling."Wait, speaking of Edward. I need to call him."Bea left the garden and went up to her room to call Edward."Hello? Edward. Here goes. Yes. The answer is Yes."

*********

The wedding went well. It was one of the most elegant weddings she had seen. Sugar had everything covered and she was a very beautiful, blushing bride."I, Miguel, take you, Sugar, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, love what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us."

Bea felt a stab of pain hitting her heart. She slowly got up, walked away from the spectators. Tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

**********

Bea is once again on her way to the airport. Miguel is driving for her, this time with a wedding ring on his left finger. "Hay, here we go again. I'm driving you to the airport. Kailan na naman kaya tayo magkikita?"

"Ewan ko. Tell me something," her tone all too serious. "What was it that you love about Sugar? How did you know she was the one?"Miguel just smiled."Dali na ano? Malay mo I need to decide in a couple of days diba?"

"You know what I love about her? The same things I loved about you before. The only difference is that she's not as ambitious as you are. When you left for New York two years ago, I knew I don't have a place in the life you've chosen. I don't blame you for that. You're good in your field and I thought to myself that it's your right to move on without me. Moving away was a decision you made for yourself. I know this sounds silly and you might nag me about it but I found the better version of you in Sugar. She's so much like you in so many ways but the only difference is she loves me more than you do."

She wanted to cry the tears she had kept as he witnessed him say his vows, but kept her composure. She just chuckled a laugh. How could he move on without her? Why was it easy for him and not for her? As she got off the car, she gave Miguel one last hug. This time she felt her heart heavy.

"I guess this is goodbye?" she told Miguel."Wait, I'm not letting you out until you answer this question. Did Edward propose?"Bea showed Miguel her left hand. In it was a one carat diamond solitaire ring set in platinum. "Yes."

Miguel let out a sigh and congratulated her. As Miguel turned his gaze from the steering wheel to Bea's face, he saw a single tear fall from her right eye and then she said, "If it gives any consolation. Edward was the best version of you that I can find in New York."



wow...huh!? *sigh* tsk!

willie wonka...

danda nung chocolate factory... hehehe ang cute! ayos ang CG eh... a must see for kids... nywy, it's entertaining in a way na pati kmeng matanda na, pero feeling bata pa eh na-enjoy un! we doubted to watch it at first kc sabi nung isang classm8 nmen, pambata daw kc musical... but for us na as in in-a-super-hectic-sched-this-so-tiring-damn-darn-week, it's good, though a bit, it lessen our stress... sarap mag-freak out!... shit! i love Willie Wonka's elevator! hehehe gus2 ko non... bibili rin aq non! la lng... but i rest assure u guys na ndi aq mauuntog don as he always did! huh! oks na sna ang entrance at timing, malas lng sa sobrang pagmamadali eh, kelngan png mauntog bago makapasok!... hehehehe.... cute ang movie and it gives lesson not only for good but for brat and naughty kids! hehehe tama lng un! they're so bad and i hate them! all in all, it's a great factory! i want that! i'll but it....soon!..... in my dreams, heck! at na LSS pa aq ng kanta non...hehehe willie wonka! willie wonka!... (sounds lyk, sina b1 at b2...) ^_^

so tiring week... yeah! hell yeah! shit... may defense sa sysadde. 2 na ang sure na panel nmen. c sir rolly at sir da. ndi pa sure ung 1 and it's either PKF, sir Tubo, sir Mitch or Dr. J. wow, dude! heavy! how i wish c officer Rocio nlng or c officer Ernesto!!! hahaha it makes sense!....tang-ina! inuman 'to pagkatapos!!! hahahaha tayo na't magsaya, mga kapatid, kaibigan at kaklase!!!

kabulastugan lng...

astig nung IBM exam ah! nice!... akalain mo!

OKS nmn ung exam. sa malas ko lng tlg eh, meron aqng mga ndi nsagutan...wish ko lng pumasa pa rin aq...sana khit hanggang passing score lng tlg, magtatatalon n aq sa tuwa! syempre nmn... badtrip pag bagsak pa rin aq...imagine those sleepless nights na pati social lyf q affected!.. (naka ng...kelan kp nagka-social lyf? eh, layas ka pa rin ng layas may exam o wala eh...) badtrip tlg un! eh, tae pa ung exam! tsong, sabaw ung datanet at linux... well, nakapgsagot nmn..kaya lng, lam mo ung feeling na nasa bingit ka pa rin... alanganing pumasa at alanganing bumagsak...tsk! tas may part 2 pa! pusang kinalikot ang pwet-! at tae ulit, this tym, programming nmn! ang mga isinusuka qng subjects! kc nmn 2ng c Von Neumann eh! kung ndi nya naicp ang mga bagay-bagay na 2 e di sana ala aqng mxdong problema ngaun... hirap ding mag-icp 'no?! baka 'kala mo...kung bket kc! ano kyang pinagga3wa ng mga geek na 2? nakakabaliw! nywy, dey luv their work nmn eh..worth it! kaya lng, peste sa buhay ng iba, lichinipot! feeling q, pgndi aq ng-ingat ng konti, asylum ang lag2 q nito... hay naku! maipasa q lng ang IBM exam, tae pare! magsasaya na aq buong buhay q! pauso kc 2ng IBM eh... pinag-exam pa kme.. pero oks lng....magagamit sa work...ndi nga lng sa pg-aasawa! ndi nmn kc kelngang magprogram kp sa C or C++ para makabuo ng anak eh! ibig bng sabhin pag nag-loop ung program, loop din ang dating nung mga anak mo? ndi nmn db? tas gagawa ka ng database ng mga anak mo at ine-network mo pa cla isa-isa! hassle un pare! tae, ilang anak kaya ang plano neto? ndi lng ata aklan ang plano nito...higit pa sa tribo...tsk! o plano mo png gumawa ng operating system pra mabilis ang pag-access sa mga anak mo?! wow, astig ah!? loko rin kc itong c Linus Torvalds eh! nung una na-cute-an pa nmn aq sa picture mo!(yikes!) pagnakita kta, kakalbuhin kta! tanggal lhat ng buhok mo sa katawan!! hahahaha well, dahan-dahan lng...hehehe kau ha!? mxdo kau... ung kita lng nmn eh... ung censored? of course not! hahahahaha... u're so greeny...ang anal mo! hehehehe...

tae kng Freud ka! kung ano2 n pumapasok sa utak mo... dami mong napapansin, letse! pati ba nmn psychosexual stages ng mga bata, ndi mo pa pinatawad!? tae ka tlg! naka ng...! ano kyang laman ng utak mo? tae, malaman q lng n puro kalawang yan, sira na reputasyon mo! wala ka ng dignidad, i'm telling u, shit! dapat nagbura ka nlng ng kalawang! pesteng Freud, lichinipot!

si Freud baliw! ang anal mo! hehe.. asshole!

IBM...

exam na tom... wahhhh... kinakabahan aq... wew! gudluck 2 us nlng na kukuha ng exam... tae! tas may sysadde pa! kabado sa defense! tsk! akalain mo nga nmn... pakshit! taena! matapos lng lhat ng ito, maglalayas tlg aq... magliliwaliw na parang alang nangyari sa mundo... may shooting pa sa saturday at pet training pa sa friday morning... damn! so daming gawa... after ng exam tom, character modeling nmn... nice! danda nito! masaya un! at least may thrill nmn ang buhay q! ndi sobrang boring.... as in boring... hehehe... kaya ko ang exam bukas! kaya nmin 'to... dat's lyf... hehehe aja! ^_^

go IBM!!!

IBM na!!!

hay nakush...exam na sa isang araw!!!! anak ng!! ndi pa aq maxadong nakakapagreview... tsk! sipag kcng bata... nag-overnyt kme kina feena... la lng... nanood ng vcd... konting review... asaran... kain... ay naku! papasa aq nito... grabe! tae ung movie'ng 'if only'... kakaiyak! pero astig ang twist ng movie ha!? deja vu... hehehe... cute din ung movie'ng 'arahan'... la lng... hehehe naenjoy nmin ung 'palm blast'... haha porma! ch'i technique... hehehe plus 'palm blast', walking in the wall, leviating... hehehe astig! ayos ang fighting scene... comedy-action ang putik... nice!

Maya na ulit... gampro na! la prin kmeng proj... sipag kc nming mga bata eh... taeman! kung sna sinabugan aq ni lord ng kasipagan, OK sna... kaso katamaran ang naipon saken eh! tsk! taeman!

basta! gudluck 2 me nlng sa isang araw... 5 subjects pa nmn... at mejo mhirap ung ilan... kaya, gudluck 2 us nlng...

beware: celfone snatcher...

My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.

"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.

"Hi there again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.

"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message. I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day.

My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.

I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decide not to.

Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.

Same number...Such determination!

"Pls reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!" I never knew why, but the message struck me I got up and pushed the keys....I just realized I was replying to the message.

"I'm not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my yt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.

Seconds later came the reply.

"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"

"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.

"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.

That was the fierst and maybe last time I met someone over the cellphone. We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!

And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phoned beeped, hoping it would be her.

Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.

"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d key so dat no 1 can evr tke u away frm me..."

One day, she sent this message to me.

I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold on & nvr let go.... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on....."

I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, "Value d pipol hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf & nvr come back again."

I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.

I texted her back. "Don't come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; don't luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."

I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.

I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.

But the voice keep on ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was taht all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut throught he heart.

'Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes & der u r. ven f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever......."One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew
how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.

I sent her another message,"Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do, hoping , wondring taht u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read ur mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still b loving u."

"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt...I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...= )" was her reply.

And then I replied again. "The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."

Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."

Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her........ rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was
sure, she felt the same way, too.Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought thta sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.

Just feww days before Christma. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had run out of prepaid. But there was something that keep bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.

Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again...T last! It was from her!

"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving them or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."

I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.

For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn"t know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. i missed her so much....her messages.....The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.

Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!

"Meet me at d cafe, 10AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.

I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; samll, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them........sadness?

"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.

"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.

"You are always welcome, Love"

"Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."

"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly.

"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart." she was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes.

She got up and smiled at me, lovingly. "Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.

I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.

The following day, Christmas, I woke up ear;y and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.

They lived ia an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and I was looking for Mikaella.

The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.

A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.

"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.

As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"

She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pink roses.

No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...

A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.

"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."

I couldn't believe everything...My mind was in limbo.

"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."

"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.

"But...." I couldn't find the right words to say.

"She told us not to bother reaching you," Her mother said, still in tears. "She said you will come, and there you are."

Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.

After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday.

Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u showd how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing u didn't teach me & it hurts mor - u didn't teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"

I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.

"Let go of d hand d prson u love, but dnt let go of God's hand 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d prson u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."

"I will never forget you, Mikaella and I will never let go......" I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.

Then just before I exit the gate, someone in a hurry approach and grab my cellphone!



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