I love Capiz

September 11, 2010

I have been to olotayan and I was captivated by its beauty. This island is a place that has good white sand beaches and crystal clear waters. There are many tourists who have been in this place, for you will notice the yacht that is owned by some of the foreign visitors of olotayan.

This one of the tourist spots in capiz  is really one of the assets of the province of capiz. Aside from its rocky mountain sides, you will also notice that there are lots of butterflies are roaming the mountain cliffs, proving that this island is really a nature habitat.

The capiz province is really a wonder of the Philippines despite of the rumors that saying on the capiznons. Staying in capiz is really a great experience to have, many different spots to go, and many things to discover. Like the olotayan which is one of my favorite places here in capiz.

Sad Prose - The Salty Coffee

June 26, 2010

 Here is ananother Sad Prose

He met her at a party. She was so gorgeous, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, “Please, let me go home…”

Suddenly he asked the waiter, “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.” Everybody looked at him, so strange! His face turned pale but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, “Why did you drink that coffee with salt?” He replied, “When I was a young, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the seashore, picking shells, runnig in the sand, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.” While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home… Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life’s lie. This was the only lie I said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything… Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.”

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?” She replied, “It’s sweet.”

The Comeback

It’s quite a long time since i am not updating this blog, maybe because the lack of time i have because of doing so many things in my academe. But then, I’m trying to comback for you to follow more stories, proses that affects ones emotions. Things in literature that relates ones person. Hopefully, I will post new issues every week, so watch out!  

Vanilla Twilight - Owl City

December 12, 2009

This is not the first song i heard from owl city, in their songs that ive heard, this song amazed me. I first heard is the Fireflies by them. I like the lyrics of the fireflies, its like that you are being alone and its best suits me. By the way this songs is i liked most because it tells the word i want to say to the one i love when im alone. 

 

 

 

 

Sad Prose - Even the winged Fall

December 11, 2009

Even the Winged Fall

 

Hebi_Kage 09

 

“Do you believe in angels?”

 

            It was a cool evening. Jessica rested her head on my shoulder as we sat down side by side on bare grass by a hilltop overlooking the city. Her eyes sparkled with the millions of tiny diamonds shimmering in the pitch black sky above. It was after a hearty romantic picnic, we were silently watching the stars when she opened the conversation.

 

            “Do you believe in angels?” she repeated. I didn’t answer then, so there was silence again. She lifted her head and looked up at the sky.

 

            “Well, I do. I can never forget that day. Everything seemed hopeless then…” she said. When I looked at her, there was a sad look in her eyes.

 

            “Yeah, I remember. The ship was in flames, you jumped without realizing that you were about to land on a steel platform. Lucky I caught you when I jumped to save you and diverted both our fall. And that’s how we met; funny huh?” I said, trying to get a smile out of her. She did smirk a little, but the sadness in her eyes remained.

 

            “That moment… that horrific, strange moment when we were in the air with your arms around me felt like we were flying. I swear, I felt the rush of wings from behind you.” She said. I sighed and looked up the same direction she was looking.

 

            “Here we go again. And that’s why you call me Angel. Blah blah… Yadda yadda… Is anything else on?             Change the channel, please!” I said rudely. She turned around and punched me so hard in the chest that I even gagged. I was still rolling in agony when she stood up and laughed.

 

            “You jerk! You’re ruining my Emo moment!” shouted her with another good laugh. I stood up, still rubbing my chest.

 

            “Hehehe… Finally, I thought you’d never smile. Hey, that was five years ago, okay? If remembering it only makes you sad; just think of what is now instead.”

 

            “But that’s just it, Angel; I want to remember. It was my second life. And it’s all thanks to you. And that was the day I met my Angel, of course.”

 

            “You’re really sweet. And yes, that was where we first met. But really, pondering about the past just makes it impossible for you to live the present and get ready for the future. Besides, how would we ever know how to fly? Is that a joke?” I said casually.

 

            “Hmmp! Fine, Mr. Confucius; I’ll try to forget everything now, Joshua!” she exclaimed. Then she walked away over to the far edge of a cliff and sat hugging her knees, sulking. I walked over to where she was, sat down beside her and put my arms around her. She neither moved nor talked.

 

            “Aww come on, Jes. You know I don’t mean we should forget it. I just mean that we shouldn’t dwell on it. What’s important is we have that as a memory, and we should always treasure it.” I said, reassuring her.

 

            “But… I really felt it that night. We were… flying. I want to understand it; I want to believe. I… I want to know the truth. I need the whole truth.” Again she looked at me with those sad, misty eyes. I couldn’t bear to see her so sad; but then again…

 

            “I’ve already told you. I’m just plain old Joshua; I was nothing but an ordinary college kid then, going home from a field trip on a cruise ship that had a terrible fire. Before everything burned down, I tried to find a place to jump, when I saw a beautiful young girl about to jump the wrong way. I rushed in and saved her at the nick of time.” I explained. The whole time, Jes just listened patiently, even though she heard it a million times already. I wondered… maybe she was expecting a different answer?

 

            “Okay. Thanks, Angel.  Thanks for not being tired of telling me your story. I know I’ve been a pain by forcing you to tell me over and over again. I guess my heart wants to believe you’re really a…”

 

            She stopped talking and closed her eyes as she saw and felt our lips touching, and there was silence and sweetness filling the air for what seemed like hours upon hours. We were in love; we were happy with each other, that’s a certainty. But what we weren’t really happy with, was ourselves. The kiss was over in a few moments, but the silence remained longer.

 

            “Angel, aren’t you wondering, why I’ve been asking you so much to tell me what I wanted to hear?” she asked, finally ending the endless silence.

 

            “Actually, yeah I have been wondering, Jes. And why, why now after five years of our knowing each other and being a couple, have you brought this issue back up again?” I asked her.

 

            “Well, I haven’t really laid this question to rest. It’s always been bothering me all these years. And now…” she stopped. I saw that the mist in her eyes had now liquefied and now rained down on her cheeks. I wiped the tears from her cheeks and then hugged her really tight. I couldn’t let her see, I can’t bear it, but I was crying too. Even though I don’t know the reason for her tears yet, my eyes sympathized immediately. Another sweeping moment of silence and muffled sobbing followed.

 

            When she calmed down, she stood up and faced away from me.

 

            “I’m sorry, Angel. But… Well…”

 

            “What is it, Jes? What’s wrong? I said, as I stood up and held her hand. “Be strong. I’m here. Tell me.” I tried to hide the squeak in my voice. How can I tell her to be strong when I’m feeling so weak inside?

 

            “Angel. No, Josh… I’m sorry, but our time together… is about up.”

 

            I didn’t speak. I waited for her to follow-up what she had said. The moment she said that, my mind filled and flooded with so many different thoughts that my whole body began to shake and my eyes began to blur. But I waited for her to speak again. I waited…

 

            “Remember my trip to the hospital almost a month ago? When I just fainted in the middle of the street while we were walking? Well, Doc said my heart has caught an illness, and that it has grown very weak… so weak that another attack would definitely be my end.”

 

            “Yeah, I remember that.” was all I said. I was still holding her hand, trying so hard not to let go.

 

            “Well, Doc called me last week. His diagnosis said that… I’m not gonna… He said that I’m not gonna last much longer before my heart expires from fatigue. He said there’s nothing he can do because all his equipment and resources are limited, and even we don’t have the money to afford an operation. He said that what’s best is that I just pray for a miracle.”

 

            “How much time?” I asked. I hesitated to at first, but I guess I knew all along what the answer’s going to be.

 

            “He gave me eight days… Today would be the last.”

 

            That was all she said. I know she couldn’t speak any more without breaking down. But what felt more miserable is that even I myself also can’t speak another word.          For another eternity, silence swept over us; just her and me, alone on the hilltop, clasping each other’s hand but turned back at each other, looking the other way. Our heads bowed down as tears dripped to the ground. The wind blew on us; the silence covered us, and our hearts are killing us. My head scrambled so hard to find the words to restart the conversation. I knew I had to make her feel better. But I just felt like a total jerk.

 

            Finally, she let g of my hand to wipe off her tears. Then she sat back down, so I sat down beside her again. She lovingly laid her head down on my shoulder.

 

            “I’m so sorry… Josh… I guess I should get used to calling you by your real name, huh?” she said as sweetly as she could. I could sense she was holding back another cry from escaping her lips. I didn’t answer.

 

            “I’m sorry; I guess I just really wanted to believe, even for one last moment, I want to hear from you the things I want to hear. But I guess… That’s being selfish right? So it’s okay… Thanks Josh… for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve extended my life, but I guess now really is my time.”

 

            “Jes… I have something…” I started. But she interrupted me with a small peck on my cheek. I could already feel her weakening.

 

            “Josh? I feel…sleepy…”

 

            “Then how abut a story? Come, I’ll carry you piggyback, and then we’ll have us a nice stroll, okay?” I said, trying to smile and sound as gleeful as I could. I really want to cheer her up. She smiled and nodded yes.

 

            I carried her on my back and walked towards the farther edge; the highest point of the hill. I didn’t know how she will find my story, but I don’t care anymore.

 

            “You love Angels right? Well, here goes one really good story. Once upon a time there was a simple angel who was so passionate in his duty. He was assigned to protect a beautiful lady in a far away kingdom. He was told that he can only help her indirectly, by defeating the dangers before it struck her. But in no circumstances must he directly involve himself and make any physical contact with her. For many years the angel successfully protected his lady from so many dangers, but even there, there was already a problem; the Angel was in love with the lady.” I began. As I relayed the story, I felt her getting weaker and weaker still, but I felt her straining hard to listen. My tears began to flow again, but I managed to continue.

 

            “One day, a terrible accident came. The lady was about to die, but the Angel couldn’t resist anymore. He chose to disobey his rule, and thus he saved the lady’s life.”

 

            “The day came when the Chief of the Angels learned about this, and he punished the Angel. ‘Because of what you have done, I sentence you to be removed of your power and status as an angel. You will live as an ordinary human being, without access to your wings. However, you can use your wings again, but that will signify that you are ready to return here in our world and never again cross back into the human world.’ The Chief’s sentence may be harsh, but the Angel was actually happy about it, because he knew he and his lady could finally be together. And they were, they found each other, had a happy life, and lived happily ever after.”

 

            “Hey Jes, what do you think? You like it?” I asked.

 

            “Uh huh. Hey, thanks, Josh… Thanks for giving me this satisfaction… At least… Now I can leave happily… Thanks for everything… I love you forever…bye, Angel…” she mouthed weakly, barely audible. I didn’t answer anymore, my eyes were already too sore to let out another tear, and my mouth was at its driest. I knew she understood my story, I know that she believed. She did ever since all these started.

 

            “Hey Josh, what happens after happily ever after?” she asked with the same slow, quiet tone. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was smiling. Even now, when I’m at my lowest point, the mere belief that she smiled for me was enough for me to pull myself together.

 

            “Still making jokes, eh? Hehehe…” I asked, wiping my tears with one hand. She didn’t answer. She was very nearly asleep… It was almost too late. She spent what possibly were her last words in trying to cheer me up. Now, finally, I’ve already decided on what to do. There can be no turning back now…

 

            “Hey, Jes, I hope you still can stay awake a little longer.” I whispered to her softly, I knew this is what she wanted me to do too.

 

            With a long sigh, I closed my eyes, flexed my shoulders, and stretched out my wings. Long, white feathers flew everywhere as I did. I tried flapping it a few more times; I haven’t used them in five years, after all. I made sure Jes wouldn’t fall, adjusted my weight, and in an instant, I was off. Off into the starry sky we flew just like we did on that night at the burning ship. I didn’t tell her at that time. I couldn’t bear to. I didn’t want her to change her outlook towards me. And even if I told her, she will still be depressed because I couldn’t give her the satisfaction of flying again without having to leave her forever. But now, I wasn’t afraid anymore because even if I opened my wings now, I won’t be leaving her behind.

 

“I knew it… I knew it…” she said, and then she reached her hands around me and hugged me tightly. The warmth of her arms filled up the cold void in my heart. I was completely happy and completely sad all at the same time.

 

“Thank you, Angel…”

 

The moment she said that I felt a few drops of cold tears fall on my back. I knew deep inside that she was happy. Even if she was leaving the world where she lived her whole life, she knew that I would still be with her. And then it stopped; the tears, the warmth, everything. All was quiet now. Even my tears had stopped.

 

I set my gaze forward to the clouds. Straight ahead was a gap in the midst of the grey clouds painted sparkling silver by a beautiful moon below where we were.  From the gap streamed a great, vast white light, peaceful and serene. As we got closer I heard the gentle hum of beautiful voices and a calming tone of instruments playing.

 

“This is it Angel, nothing will stand between us now. This is our happily ever after.” I whispered in her ear.

Bleach Movie 3 - Fade to Black

I’m a really a fan of the Anime Bleach. I\ve first seen it when I was in Manila (coz I’ in Roxas now), it was aired at GMA 7. I was attracted by the story and the sword fights. As weel as their swords called Zanpaktou, a typical sword who can change its appearance and has unique abilities. I’ve followed followed it (the story) by reading Beach Mangas. Actually this is the first Bleach movie that I’ve fully watched (because of Bleach movie 2- diamond dust rebellion I’ve only watched the opening part). The story goes when a speccimen of Captain Mayuriof Gotei 13 was unleashed by the two persona. The hollow specimen has an ability to erase the memory of a certain being. The  goal of the two personas who stole the specime, is to kill all the shinigamis who took Rukia away from them. They succeed to get Rukia from the Gotei 13. But of course the substitute shinigami Ichigo Kurosaki is always there to save Rukia and kepp her away from harm. 

 

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Alone

December 9, 2009

Sometimes it’s better to be alone, hugging the dark side of me. Looking the dark side of the sky, twilight, the gray skies. Being alone to contemplate. Why, things happening this way? Should that happen to me? Losing control of my mind. All coming in rapidly. Can’t absorb things as it have to be. Sometimes it’s better to have nothing but yourself who understands you. Other people knows you but not all. You are only the one who knows yourself. Being wonderful at this state…being alone…hugging the dark…no one can save your pain and sorrow..only you..