Masakit

May 24th, 2007 by etar-shun26

     "Hindi ko pinilit ang sarili ko na mahulog sa bitag niya" ang sambit ni Eloisa nang makita niya ang mga larawan ni Don na itinatago ni Ellen. Pinipigilan niya ang kanyang sariling lumuha ngunit ang dibdib niya ay waring sasabog. Hindi niya inaasahan ang matutuklasan kaya halos mapugto ang kanyang hininga. Ayaw man niyang aminin sa kanyang sarili ngunit ang katotohanan ay nagaalimpuyo ang pagsusumigaw sa kanyang isipan.

     Noong isang araw lamang ay nagkita sila ni Don sa may simbahan at hindi sinasadyang magtama ang kanilang mga mata. Matamis pa rin ang mga ngiti ng huli kaya nagsiklab na naman ng pag-ibig niyang ilang panahon na rin niyang itinatago sa kanyang puso. Eto na naman at kumakabog na naman ang kanyang dibdib. Noon pa man ay nagdadalawang isip na siya sa mga kilos ni Don. Noon pa man ay nais na niyang alamin ang totoong namamagitan sa kanila na kung akalain ng iba ay masidhing pagmamahalan.

     Naalala niya noon na sinabi ni Don sa kanya na wala pa itong balak makipagrelasyon sapagkat may iba pa itong mga pangunahing alalahanin. Inamin niya sa sarili na maskit ngunit itinatatak din niya sa kanyang puso na siya’y maghihintay. Maghihintay… na waring wala namang kahahantungan sapagkat sa wari niya ay may iba na itong iniibig… si Ellen…

    Ngumiti si Eloisa sa sarili, ano nga ba naman ang laban ng isang katulad niya sa babaeng iyon na kapuri-puri ang kagandahan, matalino at puno ng talento. Bakit nga ba niya ipagpipilitan ang kanyang sarili sa isang lalaki na hindi man lang siya kayang pag-ukulan ng pansin. Masakit ngunit kaya pa rin niyang tiisin.

Monsters Behind the Trap Door

January 25th, 2007 by etar-shun26

Harlienne was walking alone the third floor corridor. She had just been down to the library doing her homework in History. Dean delos was a very strict Professor. He had given them a five pages essay about North Korea… of course Harlienne has no problem with that but she wanted to make sure that she’d done it properly.

Flipping the browning pages of the book she had borrowed from the library, a paper dropped. Harlienne studied the neat handwriting on the paper. It was a letter…

June 20, 1998

Dearest Dad,

Good Day. I hope my letter reach you soon. When are you going to visit me in the dormitory? I missed you and mama. When will you be back from Cerritos?
I’m bored here dad. The professors are all right but they are not as smart as they should be. They teach me things I already know. Geography should be an interesting course but my instructors bore me. This is a small university unlike where I came from, so little air to breath here.
If you ask me about my grades, it’s fine. I get good grades. I have also met a lot of friends. They are all nice to me even though I came form Mexico. Dad, consider what I had already told you, come back here to teach. This university needs a mind like yours.
Dad, when you visit me, I will introduce Haley to you. She is the girl I’m telling you in my last letter. She is really eager to meet you.

Your Loving Son,
George Delos Santos

maagang Last Will and Testament ko

January 25th, 2007 by etar-shun26

ang sya natapos n din ang isang maka blood searing, sweat pouring, tear shredding, heart breaking journey ng life…

guys (you know hu u r), mas marami pa taung pag dadaan…

dis is not the end yet, this is just the beginning…

just treasure the memories ‘coz the memories will help us fight another storm again…

in the end of one journey, i just want to tell how proud i am… i’ve always known that we can do it, i’ve always known that by spreading our wings, we will be able to fly… i’ve always known that we are here for each other for support when one is beginning to fell out of guts… i’ve always known that we can do better… i’ve always known that you will be able to do better…

even if i have to leave you sooner (just one more year to go)
whatever happens, wherever i am, whenever you need me, however i have to struggle, whoever of you needs me, i’m just some buttons on your cellphone away…

no matter how much struggles we go into, we will still be one… one in mind, heart and soul, with one mission and that is to share our talents, make others happy, and make us proud of ourselves…

they always tell us that we are just, but we will prove them wrong… you will prove them wrong…

my wish now is to see you bloom, like little buds of cattleya into full bloom orchids…

and i wish that when you bloom, you will help others to bloom too…

i extend to you my utmost love as you showed me how much you love me…

guys, i know you can do more… more than what we have done…

i love you… mwahhugz…

ASDF

November 29th, 2006 by etar-shun26

Even in a normal day, one can find an extraordinaire air of sinuous beauty. It is a universal thing. As a normal day pass by, all the ordinary events flip away from the mind and left an eztraordinaire are on a human system.

Do you know why I am writing this? Because Iam practicing my ASDF before turning back to the script I must rewrite.

As an Education student, one must learn all the things except that would be Pacquiao vs. moon understatement. That would be the biggest fight a student could bear.

Last month a friend died, most of us miss her and her extraordinaire blogs on a normal day. She has an eye for the extraordianaire air of sinuous beauty. As an education student I must know how to cooincide my statement above to paragraph no. 3, but how do I? In a journalism Seminar, I learned that the paragraphs in a news feature must have connections somehow but since I was just practicing my ASDF, why should I? Besides, I am now in creative writing, it is cool to experiment with writing.

In Memoriam

November 15th, 2006 by etar-shun26

Everywhere were jolly faces,

Jolly faces in a sunny day,

A sunny day for a busy body,

A busy body that never thought,

Never thought that "that day will be marked."

Marked by a black cloth,

A black cloth that cover the stories,

The stories of the other sunny days, the great days,

The great days that was forever buried.

Buried under the file of muddy Earth,

The muddy Earth that will forever be the shelter,

The shelter of a body,

A body of a very dear friend."

In Memoriam of

Quezan Chua

May 11, 1987-Nov. 13, 2006

hahaha…

October 17th, 2006 by etar-shun26

hahaha…

would you believe it, i’d survived this semester… i’m still alive… wahuu!!

this is a shocking news… i’m still alive!!!

wuhuuu…

tantananan… muzta naman next semester, mas bangagan pa… bwahahaha!!!

Sakit sa Ulo!!!

September 8th, 2006 by etar-shun26

gosh, sakit n ng ulo ko… frustrated na ako…

may four projects pa akong naka hung…

may 2 reports pa akong ndi natatapos…

may two organization pa akong pinagsisilbihan…

waaah…

ang sakit na ng ulo ko…

pudpod na brains ko sa pag-iisip…

ang dami ko pang problema…

ang daming taong umaasa sa kin…

maloloka na ako…

may mga competitions pa akong sasalihan…

at ung competition nilang dapat salihan ndi ko pa maaus aus…

waaahh…

kAya kO p b???

sAna pwEde kOng tAkasan mga pRoblema ko….

waAhhh…

mOviNg oN… faLLinG dOwn…

August 20th, 2006 by etar-shun26

I had finally stood up,

finally moVed on…

beCause of him…

bUt i fElt liKe…

i aM faLLing doWn aGain…

i wiSh i wiLl be aBle to kNow,

hiS fEelings towArds mE…

i hAte fEeling conFused

eVery time i lOok at hiS smiLe.

i wiSh i wiLl be aBle to kNow,

hiS fEelings towArds mE…

i hAte fEeling drOwned

eVery time i lOok at hiS eyes.

i wiSh i wiLl be aBle to kNow,

hiS fEelings towArds mE…

i hAte fEeling diMwiTted

eVery time i fall dOwn.

BURDENS

June 30th, 2006 by etar-shun26

You know the feeling when you wanted to put your back in the bed but your still in front of your computer… it is uncomfortable, it is really.

po 2

May 24th, 2006 by etar-shun26

‘Hummph, I wonder…’ Draco whispered to himself. He turned to his friends. ‘Hey, I’ll just run some errand. (A/N: Running an errand? I wonder… not really Draconess, right?) Proceed to the common room without me. Password’s, POWERSURGE, if you forget.’ He said and walked away. He came to a statue of a wizard with a bald head, and waited there.

            Just a minute later…

            ‘Hey, Granger,’ Draco called from the shadow of the bald wizard. ‘Alone Mudblood? Did famous Scarhead and the Weasel left you out. Had they figured they don’t wanna be with you anymore? You bugging them with you’re revision schedule and their head can’t take it anymore? Can’t —- them, they’re such pea brains…’

            Hermione came to a halt beside him. ‘What do you want, Malfoy?’ she said and started walking again. Draco followed her. Oh, is this what she’ll get after letting Harry and Ron go to the tower without her… a ferret tailing her. She faced him, ‘Will you leave me alone?!’ she snapped.

            ‘No can do,’ he answered smiling. Hermione’s eyes chinked.

            ‘Get lost, will you!’

            ‘You still have a debt you have to pay,’ he said as a matter-of-factly and lean on the brick wall.

            Hermione rolled her eyeballs to him, ‘Get on with it then leave me alone.’

            ‘Not for a week, I think,’ he said eyeing the girl in front of him.

            ‘What?’ Hermione exclaimed to her oppressor, anger lurking in her face.

            Oh, how he love that look from her… Draco thought wildly. ‘You will spend the week as my servant.’

            Hermione’s face shifted from the angry to the helpless puppy look. Her eyes were watery with shock. ‘You can’t do that,’ she mumbled.

Oh, how he like that look, too. He had to suppress yet another urge that is to come to her and hug her tight to him… “huh, another stupid thought,” he told himself relaxing his head on the brick wall. ‘That’s my decision, Granger. If I will like your services I might hire you for the Malfoy manor. It will be such an honor for you to serve the Malfoys.’ 

Hermione was looking down at her shoes or that is what he thought she was doing. ‘GO TO HELL!’ she cursed.

‘No saying bad words in front of you master, Granger.’

‘I will not do anything you tell me to.’

‘Address me as master, Granger.’ He said eyeing her.

‘I don’t want to!’ she said at the top of her voice. It echoed to the whole corridor but it is empty except of them and two other shadows.

‘Master, Granger. Don’t forget,’ he said calmly.

‘What if I refuse?’

He smiled sweetly at her. ‘Tell me, Granger… that kid you had just save this morning, he’s from Gryffindor, isn’t he. He was a mudblood, too. Parents are dead. He grew up from a muggle orphanage, right?’ he asked seeing Hermione’s shocked expression. ‘How sad… and it is really tempting to make his life here at Hogwarts as miserable as his life with the muggles.’

With this, Hermione fumed. She was trembling in anger. ‘You! How could you do that to him? The youngster’s only fault is to bump in on you!’

Of course Draco know this but he is a Malfoy, he know how to use his resources properly. He stared at her then smiled sweetly.

‘You are a merciless, arrogant, stupid, mad, evil…’ Hermione raised her right hand to his left face but before she could slap him, his right hand went to her fist. Her left hand worked again but he had blocked all her supposed blows. He was ready for this, she had slapped him before and now he was ready. Hermione’s reflexes didn’t realise what was happening, one time she was slapping Draco and then she was pinned on the wall, Draco had just been leaning. Her right fist was still held tightly by his left hand, his other hand on her waist and his lips in hers…

Hermione didn’t know what to do. Her back was pinned on the wall and this bulky figure pinning her to it. To her shock he was kissing her, so sweet… slowly, she closed her eyes and let his lips linger on hers.

Oh, no more suppression of feelings this time… Draco told himself.

Their lips were locked in a sweet and soft kiss for a while then they both let go. Hermione was smiling despite her trembling body and so was Draco. He then let her do.

After a while, Draco touched a finger in his lower lip then sipped. ‘Hmpph, STRAWBERRY lip gloss,’ he said at Hermione who was still trembling. She looked at her slyly.

‘OK, consider yourself off the hook.’ He smiled at her. ‘But do wear that lip gloss. It looks good on you and tastes good, too,’ he said walking away.

‘How could he?’ Pansy asked Millicent. She couldn’t believe what she had just saw. Her Draco, her longtime crush had just kissed that mudblood… that Granger girl.

‘I don’t know but I think he likes STRAWBERRY lip gloss. I think, you should wear something like that, too.’ Millicent answered and found Pansy looking at her sternly.

‘I know I had given him that love potion earlier and I’m sure he saw me first before he saw Granger and winked at her.’ Pansy retold.

‘I don’t know about Draco, but I think… Goyle did.’ Millicent answered.

And there was Goyle walking on the clouds at that same corridor. He saw Pansy, smiled and winked at her.

‘NNOOH!’ Pansy’s cry was heard in the whole castle.