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« on: January 23, 2008, 09:39:36 am » |
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A Part of It.
when will the lost and forgotten find its rightful place? CHAPTER TITLES A weasel comes to say ‘Happy New Year’ to the chickens.
Darkness reigns at the foot of the light house.
Captivating in the street, dead in the kitchen.
She, who is choosy often, picks the worst.
The bitter melon isn’t cooked yet but squash jumped in.
A sleeping lobster is carried away by the current.
No man is brave in the presence of a crying woman.
A frog in a well shaft seeing the sky.
It is later than you think.
The nail sticking out gets hammered.
You can’t expect both ends of the sugar cane to taste sweet.
Thunderclap from a clear sky.
Gold coins to a cat.
Farm when it’s sunny, read when it rains.
Disaster waiting to happen.
Even a sheet of paper has its two sides.
Act of war.
The calm before the storm.
All dressed up and nowhere to go.
Axe to grind.
All good things to know are difficult to learn.
A loan though old is not a gift.
By the skin of one’s teeth.
Special: A cat that loved a fish.
Even monkeys fall from trees.
On the cutting edge.
A kiss to the prince
The smile of the Noh mask.
Hatching eggs crackle.
Alone in the crowd.
The soundless tap dance.
Lucas and Rica.
Lucas and Rica II.
Lucas and the House.
Lucas Alone.
Lucas' Trip.
Lucas' Past.
Lucas and the first encounter.
Lucas, the ex-misogynist.
Lucas and the last of him.
NOT.
Till they meet again.
The Story of Paradise
"... once you bite the apple, you can't go back to paradise..."
"Man is created to be weak."
"Animals have their own animal world."
"Man's history started after leaving paradise."
"Life is divided into the horrible and misserable."
"The Lord made Adam, and the Lord made Eve, He made 'em both a little naive."
“If Adam had not followed Eve into transgression he faced the bleak aternative of living alone in Paradise.”
"Until Eve arrived, this was a man's world."
"The cruelest lies are often told in silence."
Drunkennes is nothing but voluntary madness.
Dawn - when men of reason goes to sleep.
"A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him."
"A man's face is his authobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction."
It is the woman who chooses the man who will choose her.
"The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again."
"Wherever the fates lead us let us follow."
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
The heart was made to be broken.
"Friendship is a creature made for companionship not for a herd."
The lion and the calf shall lie down together.
"If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts."
All cats love fish but are afraid to wet their paws.
Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we shall die.
What you cannot avoid, welcome.
To cath a butterfly, open your palm.
Believe what you see and lay aside what you hear.
The future belongs to those who survive their past.
The error of one moment becomes the sorrow of a whole life.
"We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them."
Often one finds destiny just where one hides to avoid it.
A grey area is never white nor never black.
"Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life."
"Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choice." A weasel comes to say 'Happy New Year' to the chickens I saw them marry each other. I heard their vows and watched them kiss. I was there when the priest pronounce them man and wife. I was there.
I witnessed how they fell in love. Like a spectator in a sold out play, I watched in daze, just watched, just looked, unable to do anything, powerless to make a change to the already finished script. I might have booed or jeered but the ending, the ending remained the same. The two of them with the happy ending and me, still the same, a face part of the audience.
How many years has it been? Nine? Eight? Ten? When did it all start?
Third year of high school.
If only Dad needn’t have to transfer maybe, maybe everything would have been better. If only I followed the neighbour’s advice to go to that other school maybe my life would have been easier. If only I chose that other class the counsellor showed me maybe my heart would have been happier. If only I hadn’t picked that empty seat maybe… yes maybe… I wouldn’t.
Pathetic.
A decade has passed and here I am eating cordon bleu and still munching on what if’s of the past. |
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« Reply #1 on: January 25, 2008, 01:28:41 am » |
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Darkness Reigns at the Foot of the Lighthouse I'm already eating the bounty of their wedding day and still I'm wishing things to be undone. I'm the worst yet at this very moment that one girl who earned my envy and jealousy for the last ten years is now shrieking in joy upon seeing me amongst true well wishers with tears now welling on her face.
How would I smile? Will I manage to crack one just to appease the asking eyes of the crowd that had been caught by her always so eye catching nuances? I tried, tried hard, and I think the most that I managed was a twitched at the left corner of my lips. I just hope that would do, force me for some more and I might as well crumble into pieces.
She shouted my name, forgetting how she should have acted a little more less like herself just for the sake of that immaculate gown, traje de boda, as how my mom insist to call it. She screamed like how she used to back in the old days, back when we were still wearing those pleated green skirt and sailor blouses with choking neckties.
But right now she's shouting my name so that everyone would know the name of the woman who might strangle her sooner or later.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
And there she was inside my arms which unknowingly and foolishly opened themselves to accommodate that small frame, the one which I still remember can be fierce at the most affable time.
She was sobbing. Oh great! Just great! About a hundred pair of eyes looking at me like I'm some kind of rare artifact in an Egyptian exhibit--rare yet boring.
Those seconds just felt like an eternity and inside my head I just knew that the devil is teasing me, trying my self control, the control for my sanity on not to slit this woman's throat and grabbed her widower and run off.
Speaking of the widower, here he comes. The same grin he used to wear when we played hooky during Fridays as he helped me down the low wall that separated the school from all the fun life was offering.
Nothing had changed, he didn't grew any taller because I swear if he had been another inch taller Yao Ming will be kick out of NBA and be replaced by him.
He closed the space between me and his little puny bride.
"FLO." He smiled, he grinned.
Don't call me that. Don't call me that.
You married her! How can you call me that name? That name that only you can say and melt me in an instant.
You're cheating to your wife already.
Don't call another woman a name that sweet and cause her to flow with fluids here and there--not in front of the woman you married.
Of the woman you love, of the woman who used to hate you severely, of the woman who almost killed me with jealousy, of the woman who considered me as her best friend, of the woman who owns your heart fully, entirely, without a scrap denied.
Jin, don't call me Flo in front of Melis...please don't. |
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« Reply #2 on: January 26, 2008, 10:32:00 am » |
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Captivating in the street, dead in the kitchen That summer was the hottest summer I could remember.
And yet we spent it breaking more sweat packing loads of stuff, killing our muscles carrying tons of boxes, exhausting our lungs dusting off every nook and cranny.
But still we moved a month after and the summer heat should have been fading to make way for the rainy month.
I came running to that rough iron gates on a Saturday. It was the day my mom finalized my enrollment to my new high school. Classes had already started, after much contemplating and nonsensical considering we finally decided what school I should attend. Gah! A junior who still needed her mom to accompany her, what a shame!
The school ground didn't look too bad, way smaller than my previous schools but the building were decent enough, a covered court/gym with a formidable looking stage, a tree thrown here and there and some benches lying under each shade possible.
From across the office I could see a tiny pathway leading to somewhere, where in I could see still a couple of roofs, so I guess there's more to this place than the tiny space I've already seen.
I sat alone at the waiting room and let my mom do all the talking. The clerk who's doing all the work didn't seem to mind that I was not enthusiastic at all for my new school.
I'm just your typical teen age girl, having to end my sleep-all-you-want days was a sure pain if not super-uber frustrating. Yeah, I am happy to go back to school and meet new people plus find myself a new boyfriend but still, wasn't sleeping the best?
Oh well now that it comes to this I might just as well look forward to the next best thing to sleeping, having a boyfriend.
WAHAHAHA! If my mom had heard that by the next minute you would've known me as Mari Floren One Ear.
Speaking of boyfriends, I broke up with mine (or should I say the most recent one at that time) as soon as I learned about my dad's transfer, that was three months before we actually moved. I didn't even bother to think about it, it even came like an after thought before I went home on our last date. It didn't really matter anyway, sooner or later than that day we would have broken up, and we both knew it. Why? Because we're just the same, we got together knowing each person's game. Martin, a comrade. I wonder when will our little journeys both end. |
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« Reply #3 on: January 26, 2008, 12:12:03 pm » |
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i like it. continue this story.. its nice.
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« Reply #4 on: January 26, 2008, 03:01:47 pm » |
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Whaw. Nice intro (?) Intro nga ba??
Anyway i'll support this!!
Janina :> |
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« Reply #5 on: January 27, 2008, 10:19:23 am » |
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She, who is choosy often picks the worst That morning after many choices had been made, my life took a turn and predicted my future.
I started with jealousy.
I was pissed to know that Maki gets to have a ride to school since her school was along the way to dad's work while ever sulking me wont. My dad was late for his first day of work and there I was having a fit about not getting a ride to school. How inconsiderate.
Grumpy looking, I walked out of the house slamming the iron gates with a bang, cussing for it to break and fall apart. I walked and hailed a trike with a loud reprimanding shout from my mom chasing me out.
Bad day.
And I should have put that firmly in my head before I sat in my new chair, in my new classroom, in my new school, in my new city, in my new province and got all dreamy for my new seat mate.
If only I did that, if only I hadn't forgotten that it was a bad day and such a day will never produce anything good, maybe I wouldn't be eying this newly wedded couple with envy, envy that would make people see me as a green mass gulping down a glass of margarita.
He sat beside me and gave me his hand for a shake as soon as I slumped down. Not very lady like, I know.
I just saw his hand first and when I looked up, God knows how love at first sight seeped into and through my veins.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid!
But Allah, Buddha! His smile was the best thing ever!
His uniform that hangs on his shoulder with the buttons undone and a white shirt that reads: the man (arrow up) the legend (arrow down) never looked so cool, kakkoii as how Maka the Jap exchange student always say (to everything).
He looked like he was ready to strut the cat walk.
He's tall. Even while sitting I needed to crunched my neck up a little more than little.
"Jin." His smile breaking into the sunniest grin.
At that moment, I thought he was a guy with no worries, with all the joy, with all the pranks, with all the laughs.
But what do I know?
He was clad with a different cloth that I'm not fit to discern.
It wasn't me who had seen through it.
It was the thickest, liveliest wool. Comely, warm, and dark. |
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« Reply #6 on: January 27, 2008, 06:59:42 pm » |
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hi adle. wait, is your name adle or is it just your username? anyhow, just wanted to say that your story is amusing. reading other people's stories, especially written in english, are my guidebooks in improving my way of writing and vocabulary as well. keep it going, sweetie. many people would be reading it soon.  -gellie  |
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« Reply #7 on: January 29, 2008, 08:35:15 am » |
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The bittermelon is not yet cooked but the squash jumped in. Heaven is just a sin away.
How true can this be? Just a snap of the neck, a thud on the head, a bang on the chest, and I might as well be happy and be in Neverland.
But that wont still be right. For every time she looked my way with her smile filled with joy and every time he waves at me I'll remember how those big semi-calloused hands held mine teasingly, the devil is gaining ground.
"Mari Flo." I was still staring at his lips, never in that short thirty second did I part my eyes from his gorgeous smile.
"Kissable, aren't I?" He said and the 30 second heaven was cut off and a mischievous oh so yummy grin broke out.
"Yeah, very." I was not one to hide my flirting personality. Only old people hated it even on those days, a little boldness, a tiny act of being a dumb-o, and a pinch of false innocence can win you multitudes of guys, a number you wont even dare to dream when you decide to play it clean.
And I'm glad he isn't one of the old folks. he did not flinch with my answer and instead gave me a sultry pout enough to receive an angels envy.
I laughed hard and loud.
On my first day in school I made my own world and I knew who will be the second person in it. Jin. J-I-N.
But I wasn't decided yet who'll be the third one on that day and I wasn't told that Jin have quite a baggage on his back.
That very same morning break, I met her.
Jin was breaking me with insane laughs when in a jiffy his face became a silent serious facade. As a girl passed by us, i continued walking without even realizing what was happening.
Jin's change of face and the trigger of it.
"Melis." A faint murmur that called me as I was already few steps ahead of him.
He was rooted there and the girl didn't turn but stopped midway of a step as if seeing !@#$ on that particular landing and then decided she doesn't care and continued her pace.
But truth be told I wasn't that smart to see anything extraordinary on that particular moment.
Heaven's just a sin away.
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« Reply #8 on: January 29, 2008, 12:14:55 pm » |
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Your story is really interesting. Keep it up! And I really like how you use words. It's enjoyable. |
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Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.
Carlisle Cullen, New Moon, Chapter 2, p.35
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« Reply #9 on: January 29, 2008, 12:30:35 pm » |
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really nice. it's interesting. |
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« Reply #10 on: January 31, 2008, 12:50:41 am » |
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A sleeping lobster is carried away by the current I should have known at the moment that something was not right between those two. The air just got rearranged by two molecules and the feeling was stiff. I should have known. I should have known that my simple flirt and spurt wouldn't win him over that one.
But the sense of losing isn't fully grasp and understood until one is knocked out and bruised black and blue. I just had to cling, cling until they made their way to each other, until they made it official, until they made it to sacramental.
I should have stopped and listen and watched what was happening in front of me two weeks after that faithful first high.
Now that nothing can be done is when I recall every thing. Isn't that funny and frustrating?
If only I asked around why everyone went hush hush after I read aloud the name of that girl's picture inside the cafeteria. A girl who was wearing a lacy apron awful to my taste smiling wildly holding a ladle and a turner as her scepter. 'Kelis Dominado: 199X Cooking Pro'.
I don't know how to cook. I'm not ashamed of that fact and neither do I boast about it. I don't think I'm less of a woman for not knowing how to cook other than those you pop into the microwave and presto you have your entree Italiano.
Or if only I had realized why Jin would not take the sit by the window at the third aisle even though its the last place available or why every afternoon since we met we would go under the neem tree by the gym and stand there for a moment or two without doing anything or why we take the long route home when we can use the short cut (obviously?!).
If I had known I would not have insisted on taking him to the club trip that I had the next month and harassed him to share room with me and my new found friend.
"The three of us can share a room together." I was ecstatic. "Don't worry Melis, Jin doesn't bite."
Jin, Melis, and Kelis. Where did I find myself in their world? |
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« Reply #11 on: February 02, 2008, 03:10:34 am » |
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No man is brave in the presence of a crying woman Im still a virgin.
Hard to believe right? Being a notorious flirt back in my younger years and changing boyfriends every now and then but still not getting laid.
I have a lot of reasons why I'm still a certified pure untarnished, untainted, unblemished girl (Lol, getting out of hand here XD). First is that I'm not made for that. Second... there can't be a second one. Laughs.
Well maybe there is, I have this dream, a silly one. I dream of wearing my boyfriends oversized white polo shirt after a night of passion with my hair all tangled and my cheeks red flush. To walk on barefoot and have my long shapely legs dangling carelessly, that's my dream.
But everytime I imagine it with any of my current boyfriend, none of them seem to fit. Either they are too skinny to have some oversized shirt or they aren't the type to wear a white one.
And after ten years of dating as I have said I am yet to find a boyfriend that will fulfill that dream.
Once upon a time I almost forgot that fetish of mine, you guessed it right: with Jin. You see, I really fell badly for him, I was okay with just an oversize t-shirt, I was okay with a colored one, I was okay if it wont be in the morning, I was okay, I was okay with whatever as long as it's with him... but it's not okay with him, the shirt, the color, the dream, it's not okay... I was the one whose not okay.
"Bartender, you're cute for your job." I gave a winning smile to the bar guy who for half an hour now had been filling my glass with margarita. "Wanna go out on a date with me?" He smiled and maybe anxious to grab the opportunity. "But do you have a white oversize polo shirt?" |
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« Reply #12 on: February 02, 2008, 03:59:10 am » |
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hahahaha.
its my birthday today (well, atleast in philippines) and yes my name is adle.^___^v
this is an author's note.
as you can read my story doesn't really seem to be a story but a narration, sometimes it even feels like an essay for me. LOLz.
tic tac tic. this plot line emerged while i was reading another story and i just find myself imagining the lead girl not ending up with the guy she likes and poop this story was given birth (plus the fact that im very much familiar myself with unrequitted love). 
i try my best to keep the chapters really short and yet reveals something very significant to the plot line (i just hope i was able to do that, ummm, the revealing part  ).
so yeah, im a feb baby.
my opening for every chapter are all poopish. if you know what i mean. hahahahahaha.
i think about them just before i sleep and write them down on my handy dandy notebook (the one by my lamp, i have one everywhere just in case  ) and then select one that best fit my mood for the story.
to be honest im not yet decided to where this story would go, im still undecided whether which happy ending i will go too, because we all know there's a million of ways to end one single story so i hope that you guys will hang in there and have fun with the ride, i tell you this may get wild.
so yeah, its my birthday, groundhog day! (am i repeating myself?)
so yeah HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
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« Reply #13 on: February 03, 2008, 03:55:49 pm » |
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A frog in a well shaft seeing the sky. I stared at the lime green margarita as it chokes with tiny bids of water running down the glass.
I don't like my margarita with salt, I think it often confuses my buds when the tequila base is of poor quality. One talent I have perfected from years of lavish drinking: spotting a good bottle of tequila.
My first taste was of a young age. How can I forget? Jo Asurin, my already sixth boyfriend at that time. The most perfect boyfriend one can dream of, perfect teeth, perfect eyes, perfect lips, perfect nose, perfect body, perfect hair, perfect character... just perfect for me. He's a total looker and when I first saw him, I knew I just had to have him, and he's perfectly smart to take the opportunity to get the fairest lady. I totally adored him.
But then of course you'd ask, 'so why did you broke up?'
Because he's perfect, smart enough to like me but too clever to fall in love with me. I just had to let him go or I'll be the one to end up risking myself in trouble.
So you see I am not afraid to love but it seems I am not the perfect thing to love.
I heard the glasses tinkling... again. Do these people have some kind of fetish to see other people kissing? Because for like every other millisecond they will hit those fragile glasses furiously just to make those two smooch up each other, and I tell you they are both all too eager.
I gave out a snort.
Would you believe that I saw their first kiss? Can't my life be more miserable than that? |
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« Reply #14 on: February 03, 2008, 08:42:14 pm » |
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One thing I can say about this... WOW. You're really good... |
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