Mahal,

kung binabasa mo to ngayon, malamang, ito na ang huling araw ng pagkikita naten
kung binabasa mo to ngayon, malamang, nagawa ko na lahat ng bagay na itinakda kong gawin
mga bagay na napag-isipan kong gawin nung gabing iyon
yung gabing iyon
nung sinabi mong, di mo ako kayang mahalin

Mahal,

Patawarin mo sana ako
Patawarin mo ako sa pagiging mahina ko
Patawarin mo ako na mas pinili ko nalang na magpatalo kesa lumaban
Pero mahal, pinilit ko namang lumaban
Pinilit kong ipaglaban yung pagkakaibigan natin
Kahit hirap na hirap ako, pinilit ko pa rin lumaban
Nilabanan ko yung nararamdaman kong pagmamahal sayo

Mahal,

Bawat segundong gising ako, ikaw lang ang iniisip ko
Sa umaga, iniisip ko kung gising ka na ba, kung kumain ka na ba ng almusal, kung nakapasok ka na, kung late ka nanaman ba?
Sa hapon, ganun din, kung nakakain ka ng pananghalian, kung ayos lang ba ang araw mo sa eskwelahan
Sa gabi, ganun pa din, kung nakakain ka na nga, kung kasama mo pa ba ang mga kaibigan mo, kung nakauwi ka na at nakapagpahinga na
Nababaliw ako sa kakaisip sayo pag malayo ka
Pero nasasaktan naman ako pag kasama ka

Mahal,

Pag kasama kita gustong gusto kitang hawakan
pero pilit kong pinipigilan ang sarili ko mahal
pero gustong gusto ko mahal!
Gustong gusto ko!
Gusto kong yakapin yung braso mo para masabi ko na akin ka din
Gusto kong idantay ang ulo ko sa balikat mo para masabi ko din na may sumusuporta saken
Gusto kong humiga sa dibdib mo para maramdaman ko ang alab na nagpainit sa puso kong matagal ng malamig
Gusto kong yakapin ka ng mahigpit ng para maiparamdam ko naman sayo na mahal na mahal na mahal kita
Pero lagi kong pinipigilan ang sarili ko
Baka kasi tuluyan nakong makalimutan at madala sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sayo

Mahal,

Natatandaan mo pa ba nung naglalakad tayo?
Nung biglang sinabi mong ang lungkot lungkot ng buhay ko
Na kahit pa nakangiti ako eh kitang kita mo sa mga mata ko na malungkot
Sa totoo lang mahal, nagulat ako nun at natakot
Pilit kasi ako nagpapakatatag nun, dahil tama ka, malungkot ako
dahil ung gabi bago ung araw na yun, sinabi ng lalaking tinatangi ko na hindi nya akong kayang mahalin

Mahal,

Di ko inakala na sasabihin ko yun muli
Na hihiling ako muli ng imposible
Alam ko isa yong malaking kahibangan pero
nung gabing yon
nung sinabi mong hindi mo akong kayang mahalin
Hinilig ko na sana babae nalang ako
Alam ko kasi yun lang ang paraan para mahalin mo rin ako

Mahal,

gusto kong sumigaw
gusto kong magalet
gusto kong sumabog
dahil kahit ano pang talino at talento ko
At kahit pa anong bida ko sa lahat ng kakayahan ko
wala akong magagawa para mahalin ako ng lalaking pinakamamahal ko

Mahal,

Alam mo ba na sobrang bilib ako sayo?
Napakagaling mo kasi mahal
Di mo lang alam isa ka sa mga taong hinahangaan ko
Marami akong bagay na natutunan sayo
Kaya alam ko mahal magtatagumpay ka sa buhay mo
Kaya tuparin mo yung mga pangarap mo kahit na wala na ako
Hindi mo ako kelangan para tuparin ang mga yon
Alam ko at naniniwala ako kaya mo mahal.
Kayang kaya mo.

Mahal,

Gusto ko man sabihin na babalik ako, hindi ko magawa
Dahil hindi ko alam kung ilang araw, ilang linggo, ilang buwan, taon o dekada ko dadalhin sa puso ko ang damdamin ko para sayo
Ganun talaga siguro ang buhay natin
May darating, may aalis
Sa pagkakataong ito, ako ang aalis
dahil yun ang pinakamainam para sa'ting dalawa
sabihin mo na na ginagawa ko ito upang tumakas
kasi di katulad ng inaakala mo
mahina ako.
Napipilitan lang akong maging malakas at matapang
dahil wala namang gagawa nun para saken
tama ka, malungkot ang buhay ko.
at salamat at pinaligaya mo ako kahit sa maikling panahon na magkasama tayo

Hanggang dito nalang Mahal.
Hangad ko ang kaligayahan mo.
Mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal kita.

Paglisan I, Pebrero 2017

Paglisan II, Pebrero 2017

Darating ang araw na iiwanan mo ako Mawawala ang saysay ko sa buhay mo Magiging isang inutil na lamang Walang magawang bagay para sa iyo Ngunit bago pa dumating ang araw na iyon Iiwan na kita, mahal ko Parang isang ektrang tuluyan nang natapos ang eksena Lilisanin na ang entablado na kanina lang ay kabilang ako Ngunit bago pa isara ang telon Ako'y mawawala, ako'y maglalaho Dahil sa araw na iyon ako ang mang-iiwan Sa gayon ako ang may kasalanan sa ating paghihiwalay Babawiin ko na ang puso kong inaalay ko sayo Mawawala na ang halimuyak ng aking katawan sa piling mo Maglalaho ako ng tuluyan sa buhay mo Pawang isang aparisyon na biglang dumating at bigla ding nawala Katulad ng isang alingawngaw na nauubos ang enerhiya Sunud sunod ang buga ngunit pahina ng pahina Sisigaw na muli ang katahimikan sa iyong patay na oras Magagawa ng muli bumulong ng hangin sa iyong mga tenga Ikakahon ko ang pagmamahal ko sayo Itatali ng mahigpit at isasara ng matuwid Itatago sa kailaliman ng kweba ng aking nagyeyelong puso Ikukubli muli sa nyebe ang tunay na nararamdaman ko Patawarin mo ako dahil hindi ko na magawang lumaban Masakit para sa akin gawin ito Aalis ako, hindi dahil hindi kita mahal Aalis ako, dahil iyon ang makakabuti para sa iyo Aalis ako, dahil yun ang dapat Aalis ako, dahil yun ang tama Mahal na mahal kita, kaya aalis ako mahal. Mahal na mahal kita, paalam, mahal ko.

Paano nako mahal sa iyong pag-alis? Hindi kita makakausap Hindi kita mahahawakan Hindi kita mayayakap Hindi ko alam ko paano ko maipaparamdam kung gaano kita minamahal Sagutin mo naman ang tanong ko mahal. Makakaya ko pa kung ilang kilometro lang ang layo natin Ngunit dagat ang syang magpapahiwalay sa atin Hindi kita matutulungan sa oras ng iyong pangangailangan Hindi kita masasamahan sa oras ng iyong kagipitan Hindi kita mahahagkan sa oras ng iyong kapaguran Paano nako mahal? Sabihin mo! Maawa ka naman sa akin Ikaw lang ang tanging nagbibigay sakin ng lakas Paano nako lalaban kung wala ka sa piling ko? Unti-unti akong namamatay sa paglapit ng iyong paglisan Parang isang sintensya sa aking puso habang ako'y buhay Hindi na ba talaga kita mapipigilan? Ayokong maging hadlang sa iyong mga pangarap Ngunit gusto ko lang malaman kung paano nako Ano na ba ang gagampanan ko sa buhay mo? Iiwan mo ako, ano pa bang saysay ko? Isang hamak na nanlilimos ng oras mo Paano mo na ba ako iiwan? Paulit ulit na naglalaro sa utak ko Ang sandaling tatalikuran mo na ako Lalakad palayo at mawawala ng tuluyan Lilisanin ang pook na iyon Tangan ang buhay ko

I recently have been reading about how to manage people. Not that I aim to be a manager anytime soon but more on the circumstance that I will be transferred to a different section soon.

The book by Beverly Kate and Sharon Jordan-Evans entitled: Love ‘Em or Lose ‘Em is very informative. It provides 26 strategies on how to keep good employees. I swear, even the Preface speaks volumes! Every chapter gives very real-life situations that will make you rethink everything what a ”manager” is; such as: it’s their job to communicate with those under them (Chapter 1). Supporting Career Growth (Chapter 3); Stop being a Jerk (Chapter 10); Build connection with their employees (Chapter 12); be a mentor (Chapter 13); and more!

As I read each chapter, I found myself nodding in agreement to everything I read. It really hits the spot since everything applies to me. I learned in Chapter 5 that what is happening to me is DISENGAGING - psychological separation as opposed to RESIGNING, which is Physical Separation. This manifested by absenteeism and less than quality work with a question, ”What’s the point anyway?”. It hits the mark perfectly.

I think, the overall lesson of the book is to have a pro-employee approach. The company should be pro-active in getting to know the employees more and adapting to their needs. It is not a 100% guarantee that the company will retain its prized employees, but it will lessen the amount of brain drain from one’s company, or even one’s department.

I was browsing through the blogosphere when I accidentally stumbled upon Junakis's blog. I read through his writings and I must say I love it! But what most hit me his is short story entitled, "Noted, Love"

What really hit me is the story itself. But before that I would like to thank Darwin Taylo for sharing his gift of writing to the world. Really. So good.

Anyhoo, as I mentioned, what really hit me is the story itself. Probably because it hit a mark on a certain memory that as much as I want to forget, is one of the reason why I stand tall.

Like the story, I once had a "relationship", quote unquote, that ended abruptly. It has that same element of everything feeling right and falling into place then in just a snap, everything is swallowed into the void with no explanations whatsoever.

Anyway, I won't be putting much detail into that since you can read all about in the the Angel of Torment section of my blog.

Dahil kagabi walang internet, napagdesisyunan kong basahin nalang yung binili kong komiks last weekend. At hindi ako nadisappoint!

My gosh! Magkakasundo kami ng author neto pag makita kami! I think he has a very clear picture of the conversations that I want to talk about with my future husband! *Chows!*

The komiks is really witty and filled with philosophical questions about life. Actually... it inspired me to write a piece. So watch out for that!

Looking forward in buying the other comic complilation of KikoMachine! Highly recommended for High IQ people! Sa mga in the lower strata of the quotient, Pupung nalang kayo... Baka kasi hindi kayo matawa eh. whahahhah!

Puti
ni Wilter von Phar

Pumikit
ngunit sa halip na dilim ay puti.
Mga mata'y nakatanaw sa dibuhong lalaki.

Pumintig
nang ang liwanag ay humalik.
Mga labi'y sabik na sabik.

Huminga
nang walang kasing lalim na dagat
haplos at init sa liwanag ang ugat

Humangos
dahil pandaliang pantangi'y nawaglit.
Matapos mangalay at may puting sumirit.

Dahil Buwan ng Wika, sige gumawa tayo ng mga tulang Filipino! May inaalala akong tao sa tulang ito. Sya talaga nag buong dahilan kaya ko sinulat ito.

WOUNDED SOLDIER
by Wilter von Phar
the sound echoed, a falling mass of tin
knees kissed the ground, amaranth wounds unseen
eyes closed, sky's empathy, poured the rain
cold, broken, and misplaced. Such, a sword in pain
This was inspired by a story that an acquaintance was nabasted. Though, I tried to portray the figure in the piece as masculine, bits and pieces of my own emotions were inputted in.

Partly, I think I empathize with him. Since I know the pain of rejection all too well. Also, having suffered a loss in my heart just recently. I can imagine the heaviness of air around him right now. But I know he will follow through. Though we may not be close friends and talk just casually, my dyosa powers tell me that this is just a hump on his road.

This ones for you.

This passed week during lunch time at work, I had sudden inspiration to write short poems. Here they are:

Gulong
Umusad ang mundong nakapako
muling nabuhay ang puso't dugo
Pagnaghoy sa sinta unti unting nililimot
Bumabangong muli sa mundong umiikot

Envelope
A container holds the most important of things
maybe white, brown, just a single sheet
But when feelings are the ones kept within
Sealed not by adhesive but tears

Fleeting
motion heading outward. Away.
Without word of mouth to say.
Like a lily slowly drifting with its leaves
afar in the horizon. Vanishing from perspective.

---

My most favorite of the three is the last one, Fleeting. It's a depiction of my love for Prince Charming. I know it's still there but it is slowly dissipates and will soon vanish, just like the lily that is being washed away by the river. Some things are just left with time to wash it away.

I consider this story as my masterpiece because of the rawness and the intensity of the emotions being portrayed in it. I am very proud of this article, even though it was not beautifully written. I wrote this when I was first exploring my capacity as a writer. I thought I should update it so that it will be at par to the message I was trying to say.
-Wilberchie

My name is Fred. I'm a painter. I paint to share my ideas, insights, and points of view. I have made many paintings, some of which have a story to tell.

I remembered my first art exhibit. Not many known people came. Just a few bunch of friends and people who appreciate art. I put out many paintings: beautiful landscapes, beautiful men and women, and items I find interesting. Many of them were thrilled to see the different models and scenery that I painted. Except for one that they think was the most horrifying and gruesome painting they ever saw, entitled "The Rape of Tonying". When I was asked to give a speech as the exhibitor, they asked me about the "ugly" painting. I said, "Actually among my collection, The Rape of Tonying is the painting where I perfectly captured the essence of what it's trying to convey because it imparts a deep message; and also, it has a very sad but interesting history."

Tonying was my bestfriend. He, for me, was the embodiment of compassion, courage, and kindness. He was adored by many, but was feared when he was mad. We became friends because we were different from the normal male youth...

We were homosexuals.

At first I was discreet, because I know that people would pick on me if they found out. But Tonying, on the other hand, was brave. He boasted that he was gay and was not ashamed of it. It made me stand strong and look up to his ideals. To make the story short, he was the perfect friend/sister/brother to me.

We were in college when Tonying fell in love with a guy. This guy was named Kindred. He was from the same school as us but in different college. He was taking an engineering course while Tonying and I were taking Fine Arts. We met Kindred in our LTS class. We sat down in our class and he approached us.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, while pointing at the seat near Tonying.

Well, the room was already full and there was no one sitting beside Tonying.

"No," Tonying replied. "you may take it if you like."

"Thank you," Kindred said.

"I'm Tonying by the way, and this is my bestfriend, Fred."

"Hello!", I said cheerfully.

"I'm Kindred, ummm... can I accompany you guys in LTS class? I'm not used to being alone. Is it okay?" Kindred asked.

"Sure, as long as you will not be ashamed being around us." Tonying seriously replied.

"What do you mean?"

"We are gays, that's why that seat was not taken" I answered back.

"Well I'm not against gays anyway so don't worry."

"Good..." Tonying replied.

That was our first encounter with Kindred. Our relationship with him got deeper and deeper as the time went by, especially Tonying and Kindred. We go out, eat lunch, eat dinner, watch movies, hang-out, those typical barkada things. I knew that Kindred was a staight guy, but I doubt that he has a thing for Tonying. Of course, I know Tonying loves Kindred. What would we have talked about in all those sleepless nights? One day when we eating lunch, Tonying's cellphone buzzed. It was a text message from one of his group heads. He was supposed to attend a seminar today.

"Sorry guys, I have to go, I forgot I have a seminar to attend." Tonying said as he was putting all his stuff inside his bag.

"Why won't you eat first?" Kindred offered.

"No time I have to go. Bye guys!" Tonying said while speeding off to the building where the seminar is being held.

Kindred and I were left at the table when suddenly he asked me in a serious tone:

"Fred, will you help me make Tonying my baby?"

"What!?," shocked from what I heard. "you have a thing for Tonying too?"

"What do you mean?" Kindred's eye narrowed. Obviously curious.

'Oops!! I spilled!' I thought, "Okay, Okay... Tonying loves you too! Ever since you sat down beside him at LTS class, the time that you said that you don't care if were gays, he admired you for your open-mindedness and bravery."

"I admired him too... He's a brave, intelligent, and kind person. I loved him because of that. I know I'm straight but I just can't help the feeling that I'm falling for Tonying."

"Are you serious?"

"I never had been serious like this in my life."

"Are you ready for the challenges and trials that you want to get into?"

Tonying stood in silence for a few seconds. His face serious.

"I...", he drifted in a soft tone.

He stopped in silence again, his face looking puzzled. But just a few seconds after that, his faced relaxed and he said: "I'm ready, if it is with Tonying", determination, without a doubt, on his facial features.

So with my help, Tonying and Kindred entered a relationship that is not recognized by the society. But instead of losing faith in their love, the trials and challenges made them stronger. But there came one trial that really challenged their relationship....

We were on our senior year when Kindred joined a fraternity. At first, Tonying was not in favor, they even argued in front of me, shouting and all. But in the end, because Tonying loved Kindred so much, he favored.

Kindred had to pass the initiation before he was officially admitted. That time the initiation was Hazing. It was Tonying who nursed Kindred after he was paddled to his knees. His lower backside seems like a big ube crop because it was colored purple. Tonying was swelling in tears when we was carefully massaging Kindred's bruises. At last, Kindred was in. He was one of the brothers.

On the night that Tonying and Kindred were celebrating their 3rd anniversary, there was a call from Kindred's cellphone. It was one of his brothers.

"Brod, we need you here, it's payback time to those freaks who attacked one of our brothers, we're here at the 3rd street." the one on the cellphone said.

"Brod. Sorry. I can't. It's our anniversary."

"We need you here and that's final! You swore loyalty to the group. If you don't come here, we'll kill whoever you're with! *beep.....*"

Kindred, not letting Tonying notice that he was shocked, put his cellphone in his pocket and spoke, "I'm sorry sweetie, I must go, the Brods need me."

"NO! I wont let you go! I won't let you! You will just get in trouble!" Tonying erupted.

"Sorry sweetie, I must go, I swore loyalty to the group, it is my responsibility."

"How about your responsibility to me? Is your fraternity more important than me?" Tonying now crying.

"I'm sorry sweetie, please understand..."

Tonying silent, and then spoke "I'll let you go only if I'm with you."

"Sweetie it's dangerous! I don't want you to get involved!"

"So it is dangerous why do you need to go?!"

"I'm sorry sweetie please understand," Kindred pulled Tonying to his arms, gave him a warm long hug. Then he moved his face closer to Tonying's and gave him a warm kiss. "I'll make it up to you when I get back."

Kindred left Tonying for his brothers that night. Tonying stood by the door and watched his beloved drove away. Silent tears were falling from his eyes. When the Kindred's car was out of sight, he broke down and wept hard.

A few streetlights more, Kindred finally arrived at the 3rd street. The Brods are armed with thick tubes, metal knuckles, tear gas and many more. They silently waited for their prey to come. They didn't wait long, soon enough, the prey was coming to the predators' trap. Kindred's group did the 1st assault, they hit the other group with their weapons. But unknown to them the enemy group was prepared for their attacked because they were armed with...

BANG!!!

A gunshot silenced both groups. Kindred's group was shocked to see one of there enemies holding a gun. Before everyone can react, a bullet was fired to the person nearest to the gunner. Heading straight to his chest.

BLAAAG!

Kindred fell to the ground. The enemy frat ran away leaving Kindred's team with a wounded member. Kindred, who was shot, was rushed to the hospital. He kept on saying "Call my sweetie, Tonying", "Call my sweetie, Tonying, say I'm sorry", before he passed out.

Tonying was fast asleep when his cellphone rang. He answered took his phone and quickly answered it because it was his sweetie.

"Sweetie? Where are you? Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry but this is not Kindred, I'm Mike one of his brod."

"Why? Where's my sweetie? What happened?" Tonying becoming more tense and worried.

"He was shot, he's here at the hospital, he kept on saying 'call my sweetie, Tonying'"

"What hospital?! I'll be there"

When Tonying arrived at the hospital, his heart dropped as he was informed that his sweetie was inside the ER for an operation. Hours had passed and finally, the doctors came out of the ER.

"The operation was successful, but we don't know when he would wake up, there was a blow from his head because he fell, it affected his consciousness. But he'll be alright because the bullet wound was not that deep." the doctor announced.

It's as if a big cross was lifted from Tonying's shoulders. He began to cry tears of joy. Kindred's brods left the hospital while Tonying stayed and took care of his sweetie. Although he doesn't know if when his sweetie will wake up, he was willing to wait. He prayed everyday to the Lord, that his sweetie be given another chance. He waited and prayed. Of course, I was with him all that time. Until one day, his prayers were answered. Kindred woke up. Tonying, too happy hugged his sweetie tight, it was one of the most happiest day of his life.

Soon enough, Tonying started to join campaigns against Fraternities and Sororities that engage in rumbles and frat-wars.

"I don't want you to go to the rally... you might be hurt" Kindred declared.

"This time it's my turn to say that this is my responsibility please understand sweetie." Tonying smiled as he embraced his sweetie. "Don't worry I'll be fine."

Tonying became one of the loudest youth leaders that shout out the abolition of fraternities and sororities. I should know, I was his secretary. He was a public figure. He was being visible everywhere, he campaigned for the same thing everywhere he goes. It made a fuzz at the fraternities and sororities side.

One night when Tonying and I were walking home, a group of guys blocked our passage. Suddenly, a black van stopped and opened its door, they swiftly took Tonying. There were many of them that made the task easy. I was pushed to the side and was left alone on the pavement. I quickly called Kindred, to tell him of what happened. Soon, we contacted the police.

Three days have passed before a new lead was gathered. Someone saw a black van enter and leave an abandoned building by the avenue near the monument. It has been confirmed that a body of someone was found there. Kindred and I accompanied the police to the crime scene. We were shocked when we saw the lifeless body. It was Tonying, stripped, his hands and feet tied, his mouth has a cloth wrap around it, his anal area, bleeding. I couldn't help but cry when I saw the horrible state of Tonying's body that time. Kindred, was silent, I know what he must be feeling. Even I can't speak anything when I saw it. It was so horrible.

Tonying's death sparked the heart of our fellow activists to voice out louder on the abolition of frat and soros. Even Kindred joined our cause. We were the ones who continued Tonying's legacy. We cried out for mercy for his death. By God's grace, the ones responsible for the horrific murder were found and were sentenced to death.

I graduated from college, and from then on, I knew I changed. I became braver. I became the person that I admired the most, Tonying.

"...This painting is a memoriam for my bestfriend Tonying. Some of you might know him as the "Gay activist". For me he's not an activist. He just fought for the simple reason that he loved. The painting, yes, at 1st glance looks hideous. But it holds a message that I know Tonying will want to share to the world. Tonying, the person in the painting, is a representation of a gay life. Stripped, not ashamed; Hands tied, burdened because of other people; has his cut organ in his mouth, symbolizes that gays can find ways to make themselves happy no matter how hard the situation is; Anal bleeding, to symbolize the "Rape" of people to the gay society. Rape here pertains to the bad persona entailed about being gay, the prejudice and the hate for gays.

I know where ever Tonying is right now, I know he is proud of me, that I am now a brave person like him, that I am able to speak my ideas to society."

And an eruption of claps followed my praise to my most admired person, Tonying.

"Doctor! We're connected!", shouted by the man with a headset.

A man wearing a lab coat sat down on the chair facing the mic. He cleared his throat and started speaking.

"We are attempting to contact the Wyndoria vessel, Disdain. This is a call for help. Our equipment on hand can only send messages one way. We have no means to receive your response. But we are sure that we are connected to the right vessel because we know your secure line. Please record the whole message and make sure that General Marcus Gallant hears this. We will give you moments to prepare for the recording."

The Doctor paused and closed his eyes. He waited for few moments, sighed, then started speaking again.

"I am Dr. Wilter von Phar, Wyndoria Soldier #02710. I'm the Head of Wyndoria Weaponry Defense or WWD of the Wyndoria Hidden Arms Research Facility, aka WHARF. It is an underwater facility located 150 kms 5^o West of South of Dornough City. Our Research facility has been attacked by an armed group we believe to be Glizzarians. They were wearing suits with insignia of the Glizzarian army and were equipped with Rugner MG's, the weapon mass produced in Glizzaria. Director Kiat Anders was killed in the bomb blast when the assailants infiltrated our facility. Together with the head of Wyndoria Weaponry Offense, Dr. Wellon Vanguard, we ordered the evacuation of all personnel. We followed protocol 52 which prompted the destruction of our facility. The Glizzarians were after our research and attempted to copy it but we managed to stop the process. But we have reason to believe that they may have copied some information but we are on the process of determining what. Judging from our initial scan of last data accessed, they were able copy a portion of our WWO database. WWO stands for Wyndoria Weaponry Offense. The WWO database contains all of our research about newly devised offensive weapons. They escaped with the portion of the database. I was able to escape with five others and we were able to backup copy all our research. We are currently trapped in the WWD # 2 test capsule 32 meters East of the facility. I had this prototype prepared in case something like this will happen. We only have three days worth of food and battery life of four days. We are in dire need of rescue.

Please... help us.

We will try to discover what they copied on our end. But it is of great importance to prepare if in case they plan to use those new weapons. We can help with the prepations by means of the WWD Database. It contains all research about defensive weapons.

Again, we can help. Please hurry. The earlier we can prepare the better chances that we can come up with counter measures against the WWO weapons.

Again this is Dr. Wilter von Phar, Wyndoria Soldier #02710.

Over and out."

Wilter put down the mic.

"Disconnect the line", mouthed the doctor.

"Disconnecting line", the headset guy said. "Disconnected."

"Start rescan of Research data. We need to find out what they copied.", ordered by the doctor.

"Data scan started.", the headset guy.

"What do we do now doctor?", asked the doctor's nervous lab rat.

"Now...", the doctor said calmly, "...We wait".

Thank you girls - girls or semi-girls who joined a beauty contest but ultimately lost. They are with no consolation prize except for the words "Thank you Girls!"

My spaceship flew one overpass away from the venue. I rented a computer pod from my suking Online Cafe owned by one of my batchmate's aunt. The usual formalities were not met, as I was required to present papers to be eligible for the crown. Maybe the organizers forgot to mention it in the auditions, I don't know. I had my papers printed in their special printing machine then swooped my crowning papers called eligibility and flew back to the pageant stage.

I entered the stage with poise. There was no need to call my title: "Candidate number 1! Ms. Dyosa Inhinyera!" as I arrived earlier than the esteemed interspace judges. When they finally arrived, after 1-2 hours or so of time compression from their watches, they all sat to the projection table opposite my direction. The esteemed judges, looked at the scanned projection of my crowning papers in their special looking lens complete with a very special screen.

After five liters of gasoline from the unnecessary trip to the space hub across the venue planet; After the wasted grain of the sand from the nearby sand timer; After holding on the the plastered smile on my face; At long last, the panel Q&A finally began!

I was answering a barrage of questions from the panel when one more member of the esteemed interspace judges arrived then began puking out questions for me. Evidently a question from the Chairman of the panel, a film of agitation covered my whole being. It was a very vague question in my point of view. A vague question indeed. But as a proud pageant candidate, I answered with confidence and grace. I but I would admit that it was not an honest answer. I said, "I want to have an intergalactic peace that not only enjoyed by those in the upper strata of the space system, but also those living in the asteroids and meteor sites.", as to my real answer of, "I want to take all the terrorist and send them straight to dimension X so that they can't harm everyone." Totally un-"Pageant"-like. Duh!

One confident hair fling, I then turned to the other members of our esteemed interspace panel of judges. I answered one of the questions as to what I would do if in case I would not win. With a stroke of humility and kindness, I expressed my intention to continue my life course action which is to improve myself in the aspects of both educational and managerial. Also of course in terms of personal with my family and friends. Maybe the advanced microphone attached to my throat hat technical problems but they weren't able to commensurate at wave the thing sthat I said regarding my answer. I just smiled and gracefully repeated my answer, but in truth I was menstruating piles of rock cold sweat in my fabulous purple number.

Answering queries from other members of the esteemed interspace panel of judges, was enough for the Chairman to think about another question. "If you are the master of an Obstacle course, and let say most of the people could not pass the 1st hurdle in the course, what would you do? Would you let them be as is to fall back again to the 1st course or would you let them pass?". This is an easy question. I had this conversation with my peers back home. "If I were an obstacle master, and most people find it to pass through my 1st course, I would coach them in what to to and improve so that they can pass the course. If some people can pass it, of course they can too. But after all my coaches and they still fail to do it. I have no choice but to leave them as is. If they can't hurdle the 1st one, I am sure that they can't hurdle the next because what you learn in the 1st course, I am very sure, that you will use it in the next courses."

The Chairman threw another very vague question on my gandalicious face. "If you won as Ms. Intergalactica, and I require you to get certification from your local solar system that you are indeed a disciple of your faith as you'd said, would you be able to?" Wow! That was unexpected. Totally fifty gazillion light years away, even farther than the zeroes of a google number can reach, from the questions that I assumed to be coming my way. With still that fake smile pasted on my face, I regained my composure and answered a very short: "Yes.", quite unsure, really.

"You've prepared something for us, right", said the Chairman. I nodded with the very ecstatic "yes!". It's the talent portion!

*Author's Note: Please play this clip for added reading effect!*

TIME SPACE WARP! NGAYON DIN!

On cue, we warped into a different dimension. When the transfer of my protons, neutrons, and electrons as well as that of my mesons and leptons were over and the handful of quarks arrived in their original positions, I was confounded to find myself in a timeloop by the end of the 19th century! HOMAYGASH! But that didn't matter, my talent is to teach and develop. No matter what time generation I'm in I can teach my subject matter whenever, wherever!

I started with the peace that I prepared. I slaved to make this peace an original and completely my own. But before I even began with my opening enticing sentences, there was a query from one of my "students". "What is love?", the male student asked. Ehem. I'm not sure I am an expert on this but it is a valid question for discussion. I tried answering on the regularly known principles about the topic. "I want a theoretical answer!", said another male student. Hmmmp... In this case, seems I don't particularly know the answer that they want. With humility, I said that I would research on it and get back to them. With that I tried to return to the original topic that I prepared. "No! I won't be able to sleep if don't answer it!", [Insert laugh crowd SFX here], the same male student squealed. With that the male students debated with each other, each giving out points to the earlier question as if it meant their lives to answer it. The bombardment of laughing crowd SFX wailing as the boys continue their search for the mystical answer for the question.

There was something familiar with this laughing crowd SFX. I dropped my jaw to one particular conclusion. HOMAYGASH!!!! I'm on the set of FRIENDS! The 1st boy who asked was Chandler, the squealing boy was Joey, and the one who gives positive arguments is Ross. Then we have two silent girls I recognize to be Rachel and Phoebe. Oh! That guy is Wil! Rachel's boyfriend from season whatever! HOMAYGASH!!!! Why the hell is Phoebe so silent? Isn't she suppose to be the noisiest?

I tried to still answer the question presented earlier, but my thinking powers escaped me, probably caused by my dried throat and grumbling stomach. I was on the verge of cutting myself in half when Phoebe finally spoke. "Class over!". We were immediately warped back to the pageant venue, and I was back in my purple number. With my fragmented confidence, I gathered every ounce of bravery to do my final beauty queen wave and final bow.

Swish! And my hair flew upwards as I pivoted to exit the stage. The Dyosa exited, stage left. After leaving the stage, I spotted the next candidate, Ms. ChE. I told her what I did and such, of course I spared her the agonizing details of my beautycon experience. I gave her words of encouragement and blessed her with goodluck with my dyosa powers. "Thank you girl!, was the last thing she said before she proceeded to the stage.

There the road to my Professorial journey abruptly ended. Yep. Nagdilang anghel siya. I am a certified Thank you girl.

But of course I left Planet Pageant with my self-worth and my head held high. My spaceship flew by other planets destined to conquer the next civilization.

Para naman magkasaysay ang pagiging broken hearted ko, naisipan ko sumali saLuha writing contest ni Iyakhin.



Inspired ito nung gabing sinabi ni Angel na hindi nya ako totoong minahal. Yung gabing naconfirm ko yung suspicion ko. Yung gabing gumuho yung mundo ko. Ewan ko ba. Alam ko naman na hindi nya akong kayang mahalin kahit kailan pero di ko alam kung bakit mahal na mahal na mahal ko pa din sya hanggang ngayon. Parang naging phase lang yung galit ko sa kanya. Pero alam kong mas masaya na sya ngayon na wala ako. Mas nakakapagtrabaho na sya ng maayos dahil wala ako. Mas maayos na sya kasi wala ako. Yun nalang yung iniisip ko kaya nakakaya kong bumangon araw araw kahit na alam kong hindi nya ako iniisip. Mas masaya na sya. Kaya kahit papano, dapat matahimik nako. Mahal na mahal na mahal ko pa din sya. Gagawin ko syang inspirasyon ko para makamit lahat ng bagay na gusto ko sa career ko. Hindi man nya ako mapatawad. Gagawin ko lahat para ipakita sa kanya ang mga kaya ko pang gawin. Sa ganun, maisip nya na kahit pa hindi maganda ang paghihiwalay namin, nagdulot pa din yun ng magandang bagay.

Ikaw lang ang minahal ko ng ganito Angel. Ikaw lang.

Birthday ng dyosa!!! At may nagregalo ng mga books na ito!!!



Break no Bones by Kathy Reichs

1st to die by James Patterson



SALAMAT talaga!!! Answerte!!! whahaha! 1st episode ng Women's Murder Club yung 1st to die kasi! Hindi yun available na locally sa bookstores kasi luma na yun. YEAH!!!

Nagising ako kahapon na umiiyak. Bumangon ako at tinakpan ang mukha ko ng aking mga palad. Humagulgol ako ng mahina para hindi marinig ng aking mga magulang ang aking pag-iyak dahil dingding na kahoy lang ang pagitan namin. Mga alas-singko iyon ng umaga. Habang nahihimbing pa ang mga tao sa pailigid, patuloy ang daloy ng aking mga luha. Ngunit kahit ganun, hindi pa din nito mapawi ang pangungulila at sakit sa kalooban ko.

Nagising ako mula sa isang panaginip. Sa mundong iyon, ako ay isang guro. At sa hindi maipaliwanag na dahilan, isa akong guro sa Filipino. Sa aking pagkakaalala, maayos ang aking unang klase. Naging masaya ang diskusyon sa tula na binigyan namin ng puna. Sa sumunod na klase, hindi maganda ang nangyari. Naging magulo ang klase, hindi nakikinig ang mga estudytante. Panay ang hingi ko sa kanilang atensyon. Pero walang nakikinig. Natapos ang klase pero hindi namin nabigyan ng puna ang tula. Lumabas ako sa silid-aralan na umiiyak. Naalala ko yung pakiramdam na pagkabagabag dahil hindi ko nagawa ang aking tungkulin bilang isang guro. Naglalakad ako palayo habang sinasambit ang mga katagang: “Bakit kasi wala ka dito? Sana binibigyan mo ko ngayon ng mga payo kung anung gagawin ko… Nasan ka na ba? Kailangan kita…” At nagmulat ang aking mata. Katulad ng nasa aking panaginip, lumuluha na rin ang mga matang nakatingin sa kawalan.

Ilang sandali pa, napahagulgol na ako sa sama ng aking loob. Walang tigil ang pagpatak ng aking mga luha. Wari’y mga ilog na umaagos patungo sa isang talon na syang bumabagsak sa aking kumot. Hikbi... Hikbi... Hikbi… Hikbi ng pangungulila sa minamahal. Hikbi na pamawi sa kalungkutan. Hikbi na tanda ng aking labis na pagmamahal. Huminga ako ng malalim. Malalim na malalim. Hinugot mula sa kadulu-duluhan at kasuluk-sulukang bahagi ng aking puso. “Haaaaaaaay!!!” ang tanging nasambit ng pusong nangungulila.

The Circle and the Secant Line
by Wilter von Phar
Definition:
A secant line is a line that passes through a curve in two distinct points.
A circle is a closed plane curve consisting of all points at a given distance from a point within it called the center.
At the points of Intersection, the values of x and y for both Circle and Secant are equal.
Convergent Lines are lines that approach the same values or points.

They met at a certain point in their world. They have crossed paths and thus began a relationship. They have a common ground which led them to enjoy each others company. But because of the nature of their own identity, they chose to part ways.

But it seems that their worlds were meant to coincide again. Once more they met and rekindled the relationship they had. Once more they shared the common ground that drew them close from the start. But since secant's trait is to move forward, and circle's is to stay close to its center, it was inevitable that they had to part again.

That's the sad story of the circle and the secant. They are destined to meet, part, meet again, and ultimately part forever. But as secant kept moving forward, it said a prayer. It prayed that in the next lifetime if they will be born again, may they be reborn into new lines and that when they meet they will converge and form just one line...

I luv
by Wilter von Phar

I luv it when he talks
its as if my world stops
so that I can listen
to every word he says

I luv it when he stares
straight into my eyes
I feel as though my knees
are liquid or jelly

I luv it when he sits
beside me inside the jeepney
I want to lay my head on his shoulder
tell him he's my rock

I luv it when he texts
"I love you so much"
his message said to me
just a text, but full of sincerity

I luv it when he laughs
his face lightens
his hands clap
his smile, angelic

I luv him...

He who is distant
oblivious and stern

I luv him so much...

She sat on her throne trying to be as stoic as possible. But in truth she's deeply worried. Her knight arrived and knelt before her. She knew exactly why he was there. She gave him her blessing and a small package. Her knight slowly stood up, took the package and said his thanks to the her. Her knight bowed once more to her then turned back towards the exit and walked away from the throne.

She sat down to calm herself. Her knight left her for a while for his journey of solace. She knew this is best for her knight. Finding himself. Healing wounds on his own. Finding the answers to questions that he can only answer. His own journey to find himself. What he truly desires. What he ultimately wants to do.

She remained seated on her throne. Despite her thoughts of apprehension, she knew he will come back. There is no doubt in her mind that her knight will come back for her. She has all the faith in the world, that once more, his knight will come to the halls of her castle and he give his loyalty to her again.

She will wait until that day comes. On that day, she will welcome him wholeheartedly back into her life. And on that day, she will be once again have someone protecting her. Someone who shields her. Someone who unreasonably loves her.

Until that day comes, she will be waiting... until his valiant knight comes back...

I'll be waiting for your return... My White Knight...

I'm a super duper fan of the hit FOX TV show BONES. One of its Executive Producer and also serves as its Consultant is Kathy Reichs, the author of the Temperance Brennan Books. Tempe is also the lead character in the series Bones.

I just read three of the books. I found them on sale in NBS for 99php each. HARDBOUND FIRST EDITIONS. Eff!!!

Tempe, like the author, is a Forensic Anthropologist. In a nutshell, when there is no means for identification like dental records, fingerprints or tissue samples. Dr. Brennan is the go girl.

I believe that Kathy Reichs watches Crime shows there are 3 instances where she cited reference to other shows. Like Grisom from the original CSI, Horacio from CSI Miami and the Briscoe from the Law and Order Series.

Good Reads! Gogogo!

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Super Bargain! Thank you National Bookstore! Marami pa akong mababargain sa inyo I'm sure!

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Kumukutitap ang paligid. Animo'y mga bituing bumaba mula sa langit upang bigyan kasiyahan si Wilberta na nakatayo sa gitna ng hardin. Mula sa likod niya, lumumabas ang isang matikas na lalaki. Dahan dahan itong lumapit sa kanya at siya'y niyapos. Iniharap sya nito, at nilapit ang kanyang mukha sa kanya. Isang matamis na halik ang ipagkakaloob sa kanya ng lalaki. Palapit na ang kanilang mga labi. "Wilberta... Wilberta... Wilberta..." Palakas ng palakas. "Wilberta! Wilberta! Wilberta!" Sigaw ng lalaki. Hanggang sa may kumalabog...

"Wilbert!", bumalik sa katinuan ang baklang Wilberta. "Wilbert! Nananaginip ka na naman sa klase ko!", sigaw sa kanya ni Ms. Choocama. "Isang beses pa na mahuli kitang wala sa sarili malilintikan ka saken!" dugtong pa ng sermon. "Sori po Ms! Marami lang po talaga akong pangarap na iniisip." "Hindi ka pa nga tapos ng high school eh, sa susunod na yan!" "Opo Ms." at isang malalim na buntong hininga ang kanyang pinakawalan.