Well guys, if you've been expecting an update... try checking my friendster blog. I post there coz it's easier to manage along with my friendster account. Check there nalang if you want to go through the trouble of reading my ideas about stuff.

 

strikersora@yahoo.com

 

Peek at the blog there.

 

I'll return here as soon as the internet goes back online.

White light whenit touches a traingular prism breaks into seven colors, forming a beautiful rainbow. Forming you. I have always admired rainbows. However, I dare not approach for I am darkness. I fear that I will be engulfed within the radiant light. I fear you but still I watch like a moth attracted to fire. Close enough to feel your warmth yet far enough so I would not burn.

I wach you from afar and see you smile. Your light blinds me. I hide away from you. A moment later, you begin to cry. The light weakens. I approach yet someone else was there. My first chance to be with you failed. Is it my fate to keep away? From you? I hide back into darkness.

Yet you are not white light anymore. You have reached your prism with him. Your white light has turned into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and indigo. You have become a rainbow. You have turned into a beautiful sight to complex to understand. I admire you more and more.

You are fiery. I watch you with the man who formed you into this magnificent sight. He laughs and so do you. You walk together with hands intertwined with one another. Passion moves you and your partner like a violinist with his instrument. You create your melody in unison. It merely pleases the ears of passer-bys but to me, it makes me want you more.

You are cheerful. Your body intertwines with him as you dance. I try to approach but still I am afraid to be engulfed. I escape from your light yet he bathes in it like daylight after a new dawn. I wish to be like him. I wish you be one with you.

You are friendly. I make my approach. Maybe... just maybe... you would see me here. He comes and you avert your gaze. I hide once again with a blister on my hand. It hurts yet iy feels - soothing. I smile as you go away with him. I smile for I had the chance to touch a part of the rainbow. A part of you.

You are carefree. You laugh your days away with him. I admire you for having the will to smile when the world has too much trouble. Perhaps, you have your own world? With him? If it is so, I would like to be in your world too. Maybe as a flower. A beautiful flower that you may see me, lift me from the ground and cherish me as you would him.

You are lonely. He left you and I sneak back in. I tried to get to you yet someone else was there. Another darkness. For a moment, you grew brighter and he burned yet he never let go. He stayed amidst the flames that engulfed him. Perhaps I should hav done the same the first time I was able to touch the rainbow. I shouldn't have let go.

You are restless. Still your prism hasn't returned. The other darkness still with you. He held on, unlike me who left for the shadows. He grew brighter. Brighter than mere darkness. He was becoming another prism. I decide. I won't hide now.

You are cold. The other prism returned. The two prisms encircled you and left me out. I step forward and burn. I continue on. I reach for you. I lock you in my arms and close my eyes. The prisms converge into us. I am darkness yet I am not afraid of the light anymore. I have seen its beauty as a rainbow. I have seen your beauty in its entirety. As a lover, a friend, companion and as a person. From outside to inside, I have seen the spectrum that forms your rainbow. I burn

 

-Please do not claim what isn't yours... Headers and footers were edited out because I am embarassed to place them here.

RAINBOW

White light whenit touches a traingular prism breaks into seven colors, forming a beautiful rainbow. Forming you. I have always admired rainbows. However, I dare not approach for I am darkness. I fear that I will be engulfed within the radiant light. I fear you but still I watch like a moth attracted to fire. Close enough to feel your warmth yet far enough so I would not burn.

I wach you from afar and see you smile. Your light blinds me. I hide away from you. A moment later, you begin to cry. The light weakens. I approach yet someone else was there. My first chance to be with you failed. Is it my fate to keep away? From you? I hide back into darkness.

Yet you are not white light anymore. You have reached your prism with him. Your white light has turned into red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and indigo. You have become a rainbow. You have turned into a beautiful sight to complex to understand. I admire you more and more.

You are fiery. I watch you with the man who formed you into this magnificent sight. He laughs and so do you. You walk together with hands intertwined with one another. Passion moves you and your partner like a violinist with his instrument. You create your melody in unison. It merely pleases the ears of passer-bys but to me, it makes me want you more.

You are cheerful. Your body intertwines with him as you dance. I try to approach but still I am afraid to be engulfed. I escape from your light yet he bathes in it like daylight after a new dawn. I wish to be like him. I wish you be one with you.

You are friendly. I make my approach. Maybe... just maybe... you would see me here. He comes and you avert your gaze. I hide once again with a blister on my hand. It hurts yet iy feels - soothing. I smile as you go away with him. I smile for I had the chance to touch a part of the rainbow. A part of you.

You are carefree. You laugh your days away with him. I admire you for having the will to smile when the world has too much trouble. Perhaps, you have your own world? With him? If it is so, I would like to be in your world too. Maybe as a flower. A beautiful flower that you may see me, lift me from the ground and cherish me as you would him.

You are lonely. He left you and I sneak back in. I tried to get to you yet someone else was there. Another darkness. For a moment, you grew brighter and he burned yet he never let go. He stayed amidst the flames that engulfed him. Perhaps I should hav done the same the first time I was able to touch the rainbow. I shouldn't have let go.

You are restless. Still your prism hasn't returned. The other darkness still with you. He held on, unlike me who left for the shadows. He grew brighter. Brighter than mere darkness. He was becoming another prism. I decide. I won't hide now.

You are cold. The other prism returned. The two prisms encircled you and left me out. I step forward and burn. I continue on. I reach for you. I lock you in my arms and close my eyes. The prisms converge into us. I am darkness yet I am not afraid of the light anymore. I have seen its beauty as a rainbow. I have seen your beauty in its entirety. As a lover, a friend, companion and as a person. From outside to inside, I have seen the spectrum that forms your rainbow. I burn

 

-Please do not claim what isn't yours... Headers and footers were edited out because I am embarassed to place them here.

Salvation

 

S          L          A         I           N

      A         V          T       O

 

The darkness of the night suffocated me. Like black smoke, it choked me. I reach out but grasp nothing. Perhaps, it is my fate to fade away into dakness – to fade away to be one with nothingness.

 

As I began to blend with darkness, white light beamed from above and struck me. It was blinding yet soothing. Warm yet not too hot. I could grow accustomed to this light – I want to be.

 

However, the darkness would not give up easily. It clashed with the light but it could not overcome it. The light, though overwhelmed by the darkness, shone brightly. Anxious to see if the light would win, I stepped closer – closer to the light.

 

I walked towards the light but the darkness snared my feet. I dragged me in, inch by inch. No matter how much I struggled, it didn’t let go. I wanted to break free from its grasp but it was too strong. Seeing that it was futile to resist, I gave in. I let the darkness take over me. I became one with it.

 

The light came again. The darkness engulfed it, making it flicker. I thought the light had lost the battle but then it shone with greater splendor. The tables were turned against the darkness – no against me. As the light hit, I yelped in pain. The darkness was losing – I was losing. The light finally overcame the darkness. The light of my salvation – has slain me.

 

 

-This story was done during Science time out of boredom. I think it took me around 12 minutes to think of the plot and wordings during that time. Comments are appreciated whether good or bad.

 

-This story (if I ever overcome my laziness) is subject to further revision. Probably a major revision would happen after I finish fixing Arsenal (my own literary compilation)

 

-Please add the proper credit (RedXIII) on the story if you’re planning to use it.

 

NOTE: Toru Takahashi is RedXIII and vice versa.

Meet The Dawn

 

Nighttime. I am a shadow coexisting with the darkness of this four walls. The night is silent save for the ticking of the clock: tick tock tick tock – and the beating of my heart. Every time it beats, I felt a tinge of pain. I smirk as I lay in wait for the sun’s rise. I am determined that I am going to meet the dawn.

 

“You have until tomorrow… I’m sorry. I tried my best but it wasn’t good enough. I failed.”

 

It’s alright. I’m prepared to meet my fate. If it is the will of God for me then so be it. I shall fade away into a mere memory then probably, into nothing as well. I smile. I took my cell phone and texted everyone in my phonebook: friends, families, acquaintances and – her as well. I told them that I’ll be going somewhere else. I told them – goodbye.

 

Some of the replied saying they would pray for me. Others said they’ll never forget me. There were still those who called my phone and talked for a while. Eventually, they broke down into tears. Still, I’m happy because people still cared. However, she didn’t reply to my message. Even though she didn’t, I know she cared the most. Even more than everyone else combined.

 

Slowly, the sun peeked from the horizon. The dawn has come. I closed my eyes and waited for the fate that would befall me. Tick tock tick tock. I heard a voice.

 

“Welcome home.”

 

-This story was done under 20 minutes so bear with me if it isn’t that good. This was done during Filipino class out of boredom. Hahaha!

 

-to be continued (the appearance of part two is subject to Mr. Toru Takahashi’s laziness factor and the peskiness of the readers to urge him to write the second part. Text VOTE_(YES [to continue]/NO[to stop])_(comments) and send to 09106899389. Hahaha! I’ll be waiting!

 

-Feel free to reproduce but be sure to add the proper credits. In short, do not claim what isn’t yours!

I'll be absent for a while due to modem problems. Accesed from the net shop.

*This work of fiction is not intended to bash or make fun of my good friend but rather make a really funny yet somewhat weird script fic which he suggested I should do about him taking his sudden interest in photography. Let the wackiness begin*

 

Si Iman The Potograp Developer

 

Narrator: Nagsisimula ang kwento natin ng bigyan ng kanyang tatay an gating bidang si Iman ng isang kamera.

 

Iman: Ohh… kamera! Hmm… makakuha nga ng ilang mga litrato. *klik! klik!* Ooohh… sige pa! *klik* ayan pa *klik* ohh… eto din *klik* plastik ng marijuana *klik* may gamot palang ganito *klik* tama na muna yan…

 

Narrator: Pagkakuha nya ng mga litrato kung saan saan ay umuwi na si Iman ng may ngiti sa labi habang inuupload ang kanyang mga kuha sa Photobucket.

 

Iman: Lupit ng digicam! Tenk u dad! Wahahahaha *klik*

 

Narrator: Sa likod nya ay may nakatagong tao na sumunod pala sa kanilang bahay. Lumapit it okay Iman na may dalang isang maliit na bagay na hindi natin masiguro. Paano na kaya si Iman?

 

*tahimik*

 

*isang yapak*

 

*tahimik*

 

*isa nanamang yapak*

 

Narrator: Eherm! Sorry ah. Kailangan pahabain eh. So uhh… diba nga may papalapit. Tapos agad nitong hinugot ang nakatagong armas at sinabing…

 

Di kilalang nanghimasok ng hindi bahay: Lupit ng shots mo ah. Ako nga pala si Boyet ng potograpi klab. Pwede ka ba mairecruit.

 

Iman: Waaw! Na recruit ako. Talented pala ako. *klik* *klik*

 

Boyet ng Potograpi Klab: Hindi. Wala kaming developer ng film eh. Di bale… baka mapromote ka pag gumaling ka.

 

Iman: Sige! Sali na ako

 

Narrator: Sorry Iman ah… sabi mo kasi gumawa ako ng one shot eh. *tingin sa kamera* Ay syet! Uhh… so diba nga si Iman sumali sa klab? Tapos ngayon sya na ang chief potograp developing manager. Ang prublema: Siya lang mag-isa ang nasa potograp developing staff kaya parang pakita lang yung posisyon nya. So pumunta sya sa peyborit nyang developing shop, yung nasa may paanan nung pinakaaktibong bulkan sa Pilipinas, ang Mount Pinakaaktibong-bulkan-sa-Pilipinas

 

Iman: Pa develop po ng film.

 

Developer: Syet! Ang tibay mo bata! Dito ka pa sa may aktibong bulkan nagpapadevelop.

 

Iman: Dito po kasi ang hotspot ng potograp developing eh.

 

Developer: Hahaha.Oh sige. Akin na ang iyong film.

 

Narrator: Lumipas ang isang linggo at pumutok ang Mount Mayon.

 

Iman: Pa develop po ng film.

 

Developer: Aba! Nandito ka nanaman. Di mo ba narinig na pumutok ang Mount Mayon?

 

Iman: Ha? San nga ba yun?

 

Developer: Hahaha! Oh sige… akin na ang film.

 

Narrator: Lumipas ang isang taon at pumutok ang Mount Pinatubo.

 

Iman: Nandito po ulit ako manong. Pa develop po.

 

Developer: Ang tibay mo talaga. Sumabog na Mount Pinatubo tapos nandito ka pa rin malapit sa bulkan nagpapadevelop?

 

Iman: Sino po nagpatubo ng Mount Pinatubo? At paano po sya tumubo? Diniligan ba?

 

Developer: Hahaha… ang lufet ng jokes mo, boy. Ano pangalan mo?

 

Iman: Ako ho si Iman the developer. Isang taon na ako sa potograpi klab pero developer pa din ako.

 

Developer: Ahh… dedikado ka ring bata ka ah. Akin na nga yung film.

 

Narrator: Pagkalipas ng isang dekada ay nagsiputukan lahat ng bulkan at sa wakas, pumutok na din ang Mount Pinakaaktibong-bulkan-sa-Pilipinas.

 

Iman: Pa develop po.

 

Narrator: Walang taong sumagot.

 

Iman: Saan kaya si Manong developer?

 

Narrator: Inisip ni Iman na dahil magkalapit na sila ng mamang developer. Nakita nya itong nakahandusay sa sahig.

 

Iman: Mamang developer, wag kayo dyan matulog. Teka… dun tayo sa may duyan dun sa paa nung bulkan.

 

Narrator: Lumabas si Iman at mabilis na dumadaloy ang lahar papunta sa kanilang lugar.

 

Iman: Oist! May hot sauce. Umuusok pa. Sayang lang wala akong pizza.

 

Narrator: Nagkamalay ang mamang developer ngunit agad rin itong binawian ng buhay dahil sa nerbyos. Si Iman naman ay nanood lang habang dumaloy ang “hot sauce” papunta sa kanya.

                                                                                                     

*tahimik*

 

*tahimik pa rin*

 

*tahmik pa rin*

 

Iman: Nyek… bitin pa. Isang metro na nga lang eh naudlot pa.

 

Narrator: Pagkatapos ng pangyayari ay bumalik na sa dati ang lugar ngunit iba na ang Developer sa Potoshap. Pagkalipas ng tatlong taon…

 

Iman: Padevelop po.

 

Developer: Amfufu! Kaya nga dito ako nagpaassign kasi konti lang yung mga tao tapos biglang ganito? Ang dami daming film. Amput~~ ahhhh! Ilan film ba nagagastos mo sa isang oras? Parang kakadevelop pa lang andito ka agad. Asar!

 

Narrator: Sa kasamaang palad, ang manager pala’y nasa likod ng panibagong developer.

 

Manager: Kaya pala ah! Alam mo: You’re FIRED!!!

 

Iman: Hmm… wala nanamang developer? Lagot ako nyan…

 

Narrator: Lumabas si Iman sa kalsada. Sa kaiisip ni Iman ay di nya namalayan ang isang Kodak truck na mabilis na umaandar patungo sa kanya.

 

*tahimik*

 

*tahimik pa din*

 

*blag*

 

Narrator: Nasagasaan ang bagong developer na inihagis ng manager sa kalsada. Si Iman naman ay paikot ikot lang at hindi nya namalayan na may pulang marking nakatutok sa ulo nya na galing sa Special Forces ng Kill Potoklab Developers Movement.

 

*bang*

 

Narrator: Napadaan ang presidente at sa kabutihang palad ay sa kanya tumama ang bala. Sumaya ang mga tao at ginawa nilang pambansang bayani si Iman. Nagalit si Jose Rizal at bumangon siya sa kamatayan.

 

Jose Rizal: Puut~ Nangagaw ka pa ng pwesto ah. Mamamatay kaaa!

 

Iman: Oist! Idol! Jose Rizal! Tol, bakit ang dami mong butas sa likod. Ahh… meron nga pala akong leftover na ostya dito. Tara tagpian natin idol!

 

Narrator: Natunaw si Jose Rizal at tinanghal si Iman bilang Philippines’ bravest person. Ngunit nung paakyat na sya ng entablado ay nadapa sya ang natusok ng pako sa ulo kaya namatay sya. Ininterview sya ni San Pedro.

 

San Pedro: Ano ang pinakapangarap mo nung buhay ka pa?

 

Iman: Gusto ko ho sanang ma promote mula sa developing team para maging potograper na ako.

 

Narrator: Inabutan ni San Pedro si Iman ng upgraded Superior Holy Implement of Taking Potograps a.k.a. SHIT-Potograps at ginamit ito ni Iman upang kunan ng piktyur si San Pedro. Nasilaw si San Pedro at nahulog sya papunta sa impyerno. Si Iman naman ay masaya sa langit na pakuha kuha lang ng mga potograp sa langit. Wakas.

First of all, I would like to say that SBC Volleyball team is not a place for sissies. Heck, real straight guys are having a hard time with the training coz of the 25 push-ups, curl ups, jump overs and all those other stuff. It may look easy but try mixing 'em together 'til you get around 150-200 something of those.

However, I'm still happy na meron training. Nakakabuhay kasi ng dugo eh. At least, we get physically fit and uhhh... loads of girls watch us too. XD

Anyway, she finally showed a reaction in which she recognized my existence. (Her name will be kept secret para di mag spread kahit kalat na masyado. PS: she knows already so no need to tell) Anyway, even though a simple 10 second conversation lang + a wave lang yun, it still relieved me na di sya galit coz even though medyo wala na akong crush sa kanya, I still want to be friends, if it is possible (good example of a run-on with a lot of commas)

So after the varsity thing and the whole I-thought-you-were-mad-at-me incident, let me go to academics:

 

English = I'm pretty well off here, giving the teacher a regular dose of prose writings. I even borrowed Heathen's writing but with proper acknowledgements.

Math = pretty good. I have a whole grasp of the Cartesian Plane already so it's no big.

Soc Sci = also good. I have a general idea of what to do and what not to.

Music = exempted with a score of 100% every quarter. Schola Cantorum kasi eh.

The rest goes well as well.

 

Additional Notes: I'm itching to write but I don't know what to write about. BTW, mayabang nga pala ako ngayon. Being smart has its banes and boons.

Short Story of Sorts:

 

Reality slapped me right on the face without a warning. A red mark formed on my bruised cheek. However, I smiled. I smiled because I was fortunate enough to have dreamt in the first place.

 

I knew it was too good to be true. Someone like her wouldn’t have liked someone like me. No matter who I tried to be, I was still me. Nothing could’ve changed that. Nothing could’ve changed her decision.

 

I was fine with it, repeating my words over and over again: ‘As long as she’s happy, I’m happy too.’ I was fooling myself all along for in fact, I wasn’t truly happy. I may have been happy for her but was I happy for myself? I nodded half-heartedly. I knew all along that even though my mind was telling me to be happy for her, my heart was wishing for a chance to intertwine with hers. I admit that it was foolish to have chosen to listen to my mind but it was the logical thing to do. She wasn’t for me and it was about time that I woke up from my dream world but did I really want to wake up?

 

I never got to tell her how I truly feel. I don’t think she would’ve listened so I guess it is pointless even if I did tell her. Though for some reason, there’s a faint voice I hear telling me that I missed to do something. It wouldn’t change anything so why bother?

 

I was stubborn. Telltale signs appeared all around but I never paid attention. I was too blinded by the affection I felt for her. She didn’t love me back. I knew that well but I was hoping, hoping that she would find out how I felt. How would she know if I didn’t tell her?

 

I never got the chance to tell her how I felt for her. How much I cared. How much I longed for me to be at her side and her to be at mine. I never got the chance or more appropriately, I never had the guts to tell her in the first place. I was afraid of how she would’ve reacted. I expected her to just laugh or even worse, to shove reality straight up my face with a few words enough to make a grown man cry: “I don’t like you.”

 

I guess I should just be content with what I have of hers. The times I spent beside her as a loyal friend. The memories of the times when she lulled my being to peace with her gentle, feminine voice. I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be able to get another chance at such a treasured moment. I guess I was lucky enough to have been a part of her life and she a part of mine. Though it lasted just a few measly months, I was truly grateful that I have had the chance to know her.

2 Reasons why I made this story/narration:

a) to be able to show her how I feel but I think she won't pass by so scratch this idea.

b) to hone my skills with hopes to be able to write better

 

This is made by me and if ever you would like to repost, please kindly ask me. Comments are appericated, brutal or not.

Pagkalipas ng maraming buwan…

 

Nandito na ulit ako kasi nainspire ako ng blog ni Iman na mag-update. Weird no? Anyway, patapos na ang summer pero actually, wala naman nagbago sa routine. Sure, nasira yung monitor up to early May so I wasn’t able to do anything online (‘cept Ragnarok which I usually play during Sundays, save for some occasions)

 

Anyway, my boring life during no computer:

 

Gising>>kain>>TV>>kain>>basa>>TV>>kain>>ligo>>basa>>TV>>basa>>midnight snack>>basa>>tulog. It went like that more or less

 

My still boring life even with the computer:

 

Gising>>computer>>kain>>basa using computer>>internet>>ligo>>kain>>computer>>TV>>computer>>kain>>computer>>TV>>basa using computer>>internet>>TV>>midnight snack>>tulog

 

Well, it goes like that a lot of times. I wake up late morning or early afternoon coz I usually stay up ‘til 3 and sometimes even up to 8am. Tapos walang magawa (if not at home, I’m prolly busy playing Ragna or dumadayo sa Tramo para lang mag basketball. Boring kalaban dito eh)

 

Anyway, so I’m back to updating my blog every week or so (actually, I won’t really. Just when something significant happens)

 

Sa lovelife, well, bigo pa rin I guess. Well, not that much since I’m quite happy with my life anyway and kung sa akin lang din naman, basta masaya sya, masaya na rin ako.

 

Ano pa ba? Hmm… my YM sessions with Kenneth, Bea and especially Iman are keeping me busy. Napagana ko na kasi yung YM dito eh. That vampire game is fun too. I haven’t memorized my link yet so di ko mapost.

 

Quote for the entry: Akin nalang account mo. Di mo nanaman ginagamit eh (applicable? Probably. Got it from a conversation with my classmate asking for my old Ragnarok account)

 

Impromptu Poem with a Hidden Meaning ^__^ (I’m a happy person, aren’t I? XD)

 

Losing Grip

 

Gradually slipping away

Trembling hands holding on

Life flickering in and out

Slowly, I lose my grip

 

Hanging on for dear life

Wondering why I’m struggling

With every second, I slip away

And finally, I fall from you