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Meanwhile, in the parallel universe…

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Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out.

After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.

A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.

You think no one cares? Think again.

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idk why people assume youre jealous of everything you hate

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 02:27:41 +0800

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i hate spiders that doesnt mean im jealous they have 8 legs and eat flies.

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TEATRO LIBRETTO :) Just got the other photos from our last...

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 23:40:45 +0800

TEATRO LIBRETTO :)

Just got the other photos from our last semester’s theater production. I miss these people now, though some of them are still my groupmates for film production. :D I just miss them, and I love this photo. XD

Would you rather travel by plane, train, or automobile?

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 23:30:41 +0800

Train. :)

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How do you see your life changing in the next five years?

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 22:42:36 +0800

Should have a stable job. Should be giving a part of my salary to my parents. Should be having vacations. Should have a boyfriend!

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Tue, 08 May 2012 22:29:16 +0800

Just found this photo editing site. Ang cute :D via BeFunky http://www.befunky.com

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omg the last picture, the pain in his eyes

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I’m having an ecstatic time in MBC-Yes FM as an intern. I...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 18:33:04 +0800

I’m having an ecstatic time in MBC-Yes FM as an intern. I met and made friends with people behind the voices of the DJs in 101.1 Yes FM. I also made friends with my co-trainees from different parts of Luzon.

Aliwan Fiesta is the most anticipated event in MBC for ten years and our bosses were always telling us then that we’re so lucky we got to experience the real event. And sure enough, we really were. I love this feeling when I come home at 1am, very exhausted, and yet I still have the anticipation of going to work the next morning. It’s just so awesome.

One of the best parts of being an intern in MBC is the free food! Hahaha during Aliwan, I wasn’t able to spend a single centavo on food. Haha :D During ordinary days on the other hand, our supervisor would treat us merienda. :)

Well, my internship’s gonna end in May 5. Too bad, too soon. :( So I’ll just make the most out of it. How? Overtime. Haha. When I’m out @ 6pm, we’ll stay in til 10 or 11 pm. Our supervisor doesn’t mind. :)

Here’s a picture of us (trainees) during the Aliwan Fiesta. Too bad we weren’t complete. Photo credits to Anne Bianca Asprah and to Michael John Hilario.

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hey. sup? :)