You #3 (ish.)

Hello!

I hope you have been enjoying my blog posts lately.:)

The past 2 ones were "The High Rise" and "The Hard Fall" .
Yeah, I know, they're slightly sad and a lot went on, but they were based on true events that happened... More info on that later.

Back to You#3!

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So, here it is.
I'll be honest.

Who knew that I'd be writing about you so soon? And so much like this.

I thought that I'd be writing about you in the future when I would've seen you more often and talked to you or when I had better thoughts of you on my mind.
Usually, when I write a "you" post, they're filled with positivity or something of that fluffy item.

For some reason, right now on this post, I guess I'd just be describing how I feel about you right now.

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You.

Ah, you.

Uhm, where do I start?

Let's see...

Conversations with you were very interesting. Hardly any awkward silences.
We'd do homework together, watch tv together all on the phone, etc.
We'd be complete nerds and play these weird games that filled our brains with knowledge... yeah I know, we were weird.

(I guess I'm being totally honest and open right now. But hey, it's late in the night so yeah.)

"I have to go now," you'd say almost always being the first one to go during the late school nights. You were always the responsible one amongst us.

We'd laugh, we'd cry, we'd pretty much face the world together before...

But nowadays, I find myself drifting slowly away from you.

It used to be so easy. I'd call you, pretend I'm some old chinese guy taking your order from a random chinese resturant, you'd go along and order and I charge you overpriced, etc...

Knowing me so well you'd know what to say. We were pretty inseperable, a team, you and me.

I hardly know what to call you and me now. Heck, you don't even know that I have this blog.

Now, it is easy for us to end a conversation. Just like that. No questions asked...

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So readers, close friends, whoever this maybe...
It's probably really obvious who this is about since I wasn't vague about it at all.
If you do know, I'd appreciate it you keep it to yourselves and don't judge too quickly :)

I left this post about "You#3" a bit shorter than the rest I'm assuming.
But the "..." states I'm not quite finished yet.
Who knows how I will feel towards this person? Could change or something.
We'll see.

The Hard Fall

continuation from "The High Rise".

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I ran as fast as I could. Warning people. Screaming at the top of my lungs for people to wake up.

Slowly, lights started turning on as I made my way home. I shook mother awake trying to warn her calmly that there was going to be a flood without any explanation.

I went upstairs carrying Vince and telling Stacey and Jeremy to get out of the house. I knew that we wouldn't stand a chance even being sheltered in our small weak house. We had to get somewhere safe.

Floods. We've had 14 in our country last year. Some really brutal ones.
I can't believe that one was happening now.

We were soon all out of the house, people were out of the streets trying to run and be safe. The water was already up to my knees. It was moving fast.

It was dark, lanterns and lights started to appear now. I could faintly see people scrambling, trying to gather their things, while other people were wondering what was the cause or rather trying to investigate.

It was rushing so fast that none of us really had enough time to think. One minute the water was on my knees, and in the few minutes that passed, it was now rising up to my chest.

We were all scared, no doubt about that.

Men and women were trying to hold up little children, their babies, putting them on some flotation device. The elderly were being carried as well.

Thank God that Vince and Jeremy were safe on the raft. I told Stacey to take mother and run across the bridge to get to safety as many people were doing so.

But there were still many little boys and girls, grandpas and grandmas that still needed help. I wasn't going to let them die.

Further in the village, there was a strong cement place, it was already overloaded with 50 people, not being able to fit anymore, yet people were still getting past the gates and pushing their way inside.

I was swimming now when I remembered father. Where was he?
Turning around, people were screaming, trying to float.

I wanted to go back, but decided against it. He wasn't home when I got there.

I heard a piercing shriek coming from the house to the right. The roof was jagged and rusted and had fallen to the ground. It wobbled and was unstable.The house immediately collapsed.

Splashes came from all directions, people were jumping from their house before it could react the same way the previous one had.
The water was extremely cold, it almost felt like a thousand sharp knives were jabbing onto your skin.

It was so strong, the current was so strong. I saw a little boy crying for his mama. I grabbed his hand and put him on a piece of floating wood. A man saw him and tried to float him with the other children making their way across the bridge.

Screams echoed everywhere. The rain poured hard, adding more water to the ground. I saw the bridge that I had to cross to get to my mother. Hopefully, they were all far ahead and out of harm's way.

I still tried to help people along the way. Water was still rising.

I heard a scream for help to my left, it was a woman crying pointing towards her elderly mother who was stuck on the second floor, she couldn't get down.

Her green shirt stuck to her bony skin like glue. She was wet and her hair covered her face like seaweed.

"Don't worry," I said to her as calm as possible, "I'll get help."

She nodded but still shrieking. I tried to get some help but chaos was everywhere and they were unable to get to me.

The mud was thickening, and it was harder to walk with the rain pouring harder. I called one more time, but they weren't coming.

The woman stayed there, now trying to fight the current to get to her mother.

"Get back, go! I'll get her!" I yelled.

She wasn't convinced.

There wasn't any way through the front door anymore. Water was flooding inside, rising higher up the stairs. Soon the 2nd floor would be filled.

I quickly tried to find another way for her to get out. I didn't know her mother, but I wanted her to get out as much as she did.

"Jump!" I yelled to 60 year old who clutching the curtain by the window, "I'll catch you."

She looked at me with fear in her eyes and shook her head.
I tried again. She refused.
The rain was pounding harder, time was running out.

I looked back at the woman who was crying, holding on to my back. She squeezed my body, trying to hold on to me without being sucked into the water.

"Please, try, I'll catch--"

I was cut off by a loud cracking noise. I looked at the sky, thinking it was lighting but was mistaken.
A metal contraption slammed into the large tree that was rapidly being pulled by gravity. It was coming towards me.

Pushing off, I swam as fast as possible just missing the tree that had just fallen down. I breathed in relief, I was alive.

I felt the woman's grip loosen on my back and looked at her, hoping she was alright.

A look of horror flashed through her eyes before she fell underwater.
I grabbed her and tried to pull her up. It was no use. She was gone.

I swallowed hard and turned to look up to where she was last looking.

There, under the tree that I had just escaped, was her mother.
Her small, frail body. Lifeless. Crushed under the house.


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to be continued...

The High Rise.

Who knew it could happen so soon?

It was just a normal day for me. I did chores, took care of the house, my younger siblings after and when they didn't have school, while my parents were out for work, trying their best to make money so we could eat.

It wasn't a big deal, I could always go and climb some trees and gather some fruits or fish by the river. But even with that, there wasn't enough time or sources, and there were some things that we couldn't get.

After cooking dinner and tucking my brothers and sister in bed, I sat at the kitchen table unable to sleep. Thoughts filled my head about the future.
I was only 16 and thought about life that has yet to come.
I didn't go to school as I wasn't able to attend college and possibly become a nurse, well, because we couldn't afford it. Yet.
But I had secretly hoped that with some hard work, I could someday become a nurse or a doctor so I could help people.

Mother came home from her work, she was a kindergarten teacher for half a day, then the rest of the day she would sell some little snacks to people out in the sun. It made a little bit of money, and that was good.

She looked absolutely exhausted. I greeted her with a hello and a smile even though she wouldn't have been able to notice it. Her eyes sagged low against her skin that looked like it was getting paler, even though she had brown skin.
I remember when she was beautiful, happier, but it seems so long ago.

I settled the plate of fish, rice, and some vegetables in front of her to eat. A glass of water too.
She picked up the fork and finally noticed my presence. She smiled weakly and lifted up her fork and ate quietly.
I was used it, exhaustion did that to you.

It must've been a long day. But I knew that she loved me. She loved all of us.

Father wasn't home yet, probably still out late working.

I waited for mother to finish eating and put the plates away. I looked back behind me and she was already asleep on the couch.
There was still things to be done, but I wouldn't wake her up for that.

Staring at the pile of clothes in the small basket peeking out, I noticed there was a bit of a stench coming from it, a sign that it's time to wash them.

After putting a blanket over her and a hug, I carried the basket and a small bar of soap and took a 20 minute walk towards the river.

When I arrived, my face lit up. Andrew was there.

"Hey," he greeted me with a dimpled smile from his boat. His dark hair shined under the moonlight.

"Hey yourself," I called, "You fishing?"

"Of course, what else would I be doing at my free time at 9 o'clock in the evening?"
He stared at the basket, "Washing?"

"Is that what time it is?" I asked teasingly, "What else would I be doing?" It was an inside joke exchanged between us.He chuckled pulling in his line.

I met Andrew around five years ago, when I was eleven, he was thirteen. We have been best friends since then. Our families were really good friends too.

The water rippled cooly under my hands. I scrubbed my hands together with the clothing in between, trying to get the stain out that my little brother had made on his red shirt. He had worn it today at his class' Christmas party for the last day before break. I smiled, he was only 5, my other brother who was 8, sister 12.

Pulling in his net with some fish, Andrew paddled back to where I was sitting.

Immediately, after putting his catch aside took a piece of clothing from the basket and started washing it.

He glanced at me and winked. "So how's your day KitKat?" he asked using his special nickname for me. My name was really Catherine. Cathy. Cat. KitKat.

"The usual," I replied, "Papa's not home yet though. Your day?"

"Brilliant. Jasmine said her first word today," he smiled proudly.
Jasmine was his 7 month old little sister.

"That's wonderful! What word?"

Rinsing the blue shirt, he reached for the faded green one and applied some soap on it, "Mama."

I smiled. We both talked for a while, catching up since we last saw each other.
We both shared how our families were doing and other stories.
He told me that he wanted to be a lawyer someday and make lots of money for his family. He would go to school, study, and work hard for it. We both knew it was a bit of a far-fetched dream since he couldn't afford the education. Even with our profits for 5 years put together.

He chuckled lightly, "Yeah I know, impossible right?"

"Nah, don't think so," I said positively. Though I thought about me becoming a doctor and how impossible it was.

"But we have time don't we?" he spoke softly, "to figure things out?"

He was right, we do have time. Once we figured things out for ourselves and when our siblings would be old enough to help support the family, we'd get more money, maybe build a business, who knows what else? That's what I wanted to believe anyways.

I hesitated a bit, prolonging the silence, still unsure of what to say.

"Yeah, we do have time," I finally replied, smiling at him. He grinned back, it was definitely the answer he was looking for.

After rinsing the clothing, we put the clothes back in the basket. Andrew carried his fish, while I the basket as we headed back home.

We walked across the unpaved dirt road in silence.

After a few minutes, Andrew said softly, "Hey Cathy?"

"Mmhm?" I lifted my head up to look at him curiously. He rarely called me Cathy.

"I-uh..how's?" he stuttered nervously.

"Yes?" I raised my eyebrows. He had never been nervous around me before.

"Uhm.. i wanted to talk to you about something... it's kind of weird though, and I..."

A million thoughts rushed into my head.What was he going to talk to me about? I thought nervously. Was it?- No, it couldn't be. My hands started getting all clammy and why did my eyes look around trying to avoid eye contact? He was doing the same and still muttering, trying to say something.
There had never been anything romantic between us before, and I really don't think that there would ever be... I mean, he was Andrew. We're best friends. Just friends.
Despite the talk in our village about us probably eventually getting married and having a family together, I still highly doubted it. We both laughed about hearing that not too long ago of course.
But then why did my stomach feel all light and bubbly?

Interrupting my thoughts, I suddenly heard a strangely loud rumble coming from behind us. I ignored it, but noticed that Andrew heard it too.

"Damn," he shook his head then eyed me worriedly.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, "No, it's okay, what were you saying?"

He perked up and looked at me, giving me that look.
"No Cathy, Dam."

It was then I knew what he was talking about.

We both turned around slowly to see the source.
A great outpouring, large mass of water was suddenly rising high up the air coming from the river, rapidly building up, ready to submerge the land.

"Go," Andrew said loudly.


Next thing I knew, we were both running in opposite directions rushing our way home.

I never did hear what he was going to say.
As only one thing was on my mind right now.

There was going to be a flood.


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To be continued...

Chapter One

I glanced towards him at the corner of my eye while I was putting my books away in my locker and getting my things ready for the next class.

I slapped myself mentally in my head as I was thinking how cute he looked today.
I saw him conversing with his friends, wearing black and blue high top shoes, a longsleeved white shirt that fit him just right. They seem to be laughing at a joke he made.

Oh great, he was funny now too?

His dark brown eyes lit up as he was listening to his best friend tell him a story about the weekend.
I stole a quick look at him one last time before I shut my locker, but at the same time he had met my eye. Oh crap.

I dropped my books and things on the floor and my toes. How clumsy was I?

This was so embarrassing. Mortified, I bent down, quickly trying to gather my things into my bag hoping that he didn't notice me.

Before I could react, he was crouched next to me helping me pick up the pens and pencils that had spilled out of my pencil case, picking up the rest of the books.

I gaped at him in awe.

"Hey," he said normally while putting my books in my bag.

I quickly snapped back into reality and managed to mutter a pitiful, "Hi."

We both stood up simultaneously as he handed my bag.

"Here Scarlet," he said smiling.

"Thanks James," I said taking it shakily with sweaty and nervous palms.

"No problem!"

He ran back to his friends who had already went inside the classroom, leaving me a tingly feeling running through my whole body.

I closed my locker and let out a breath when he was gone as I was holding my breath the whole time. I can't believe I was such an idiot.

I quickly ran my fingers through my already messy hair trying to ignore the silly thoughts running through my mind. What just happened?

I stood there still trying to take what just occurred right here on this very spot.

He looked at me.

He talked to me.

He didn't laugh.

He picked up my books.

I suddenly started smiling like a complete idiot getting all happy inside.

My thoughts went from utter mortification to instant happiness.

Oh happy day! This was going to be a good day! He knows me! I know him! Nothing can stop me now! I can rule the world!!!!!!

Unfortunately, those times of being superior and ruling the world only lasted a few moments.

"Miss Curtis! What are you doing here! Get to class immediately!" A loud and strict voice echoed through the halls.

It was then I had realized that I was the only one left in the hallway.

"Yes Miss Sanders," I replied running to my next class.

Not even the old hag can ruin my happy moment with the most popular guy in school.

Mmhm, not even her.

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Author's note:
Hey guys! I've decided to possibly start a lil story here.

So far you probably already know that the main character's name is Scarlet and she's crushing hardcore on this nice popular dude named James.

I still don't know the title, but I guess each entry will be a chapter! (Even though they are short)

If any of you are wondering, or already infering... this is fiction! Nothing of this story has happened to me nor do I feel this way atm to all you curious farfetched people xD

But I'd like to dedicate this story to one of my good friends who I am basing this story about. And thank her for giving me permission to write it. I hope you like it!

Also please comment, reviews, share etc. It helps me write more ;)

Love is a lot like Pokemon. :)

Boys.

or something like that. :)

Boys.... LOL. Something I don't think I have ever discussed on this blog.

Well maybe I have, like once or twice in a story or something, but not exactly too personal or what I am actually thinkingish.

So yeah, uhm, boys.

They're cool species... I guess.

Man, I'd probably die or something, you know like be all happy inside or speechless and feel a bunch of mixed emotions in my heart, stomach and stuff if a guy probably said this to me...

Or be totally speechless, yeah, that works too.

I think I'm a weird girl sometimes.
When a really attractive guy comes up to me and starts talking to me I turn around or something to check if there's anyone there....

Yeah, socially awkward much?

Him: Hey :)
Me: *turns around.. no ones there* Hi....

Him: I'm (insert incredibly hot name here). What's your name?

Me:... did someone pay for you to do this?

LOL. Well no that didn't actually happen but more of a figment of my imagination.

This is what I think I look like when a super hot guy comes up to me.:

Haha, just kidding. I don't have glasses as cool as those ones. xD

But really, what I like in a guy?

Usually in sleepovers my best friends ask this question, or something.

We girls obviously want prince charming right? Disney gets our hopes up, and crushes them with the guys that are jerks to us in real life.... No offense to disney. (I love Disney! forever a disneygirl!)

Anyways, yeah.

So readers, let me take you to a journey in my mind.

Time to get personal :)

A perfect date :)

Okay.
So for that one I'm a bit laid back.

For me, it's not really about the place, but who you're with.

And how you spend it :)

We could just sit on a hill and talk or have a picnic. Go on a boat ride. Watch the sun come down.

Even a simple dinner and a movie :)

I like funny guys.

He takes me to an amusement park where we ride rollercoasters, forces me to go on it actually... haha, and makes me hold on to him for my dear life as we're going superspeed in a rollercoaster, with terrifying loop de loops!

What a Keeper.

Him: It wasn't so bad was it?
Me: That was terrifying.

Him: Awh, I'm sorry...

Me: Let's go on it again ;)

Then he wins a teddy bear or me or some sort of stuffed animal form at this booth thingy.
Etc. Just spend the whole day having fun is all good :)

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I came across this picture today and it looks amazing.
Wouldn't it be cool to have a double date in this scene?

Or even a hang out with a bunch of friends! That would be totally fun.

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So yeah, that's some of my thoughts about boys today.

I don't really spend a whole lot of time thinking about them that much...

Okay, maybe a lil bit ;)

But not too much.

I know that God has something planned for me and I shouldn't worry about boys or having a boyfriend.

Yeah, sure there's peer pressure where all your friends have crushes or boyfriends and you're the only one that's single.

But nah, It's all good for me :)

Jesus is my first love (and forever will be) and I like it that way.

Someday though, a guy will come into my life who is going to be awesome and fits perfectly for me (like a puzzle piece), designed by the amazing creator himself!!!

It shall be awesome.

So for all you girls out there reading this, don't worry about not having the perfect one right now, just let God handle it. He knows what He's doing and has the perfect timing for you.

Don't sulk in your bed all day and complain about not being 'loved'. You ARE loved. By your Heavenly father, your family, and your friends. Just remember you are always always loved.

Smile, hold your chin up and be so thankful because there are a lot of things to think about.

You don't need a guy to complete you. You are a strong, and independent woman.

Remain confident and fierce ;)

May God bless you!!

Peace!
-J :)

You #2

Hello everyone!

So here's another "You" post for you all.

What a "you post" is, is basically me talking about someone who I was just recently thinking about.

I'll leave their identity out but describe their personality and what I think about them.
I'll probably have a post like this once or twice a month!

So here is You #2.

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Wow. I am just stunned.

First of all I must say that you're pretty amazing.

You are the most honest person I've ever met and you are super kind while telling the truth.

We haven't known each other for very long, been friends for maybe about 4 years.

Though when we met, you were one of the good people in our school.

You are considerate about others, very respectful and in some ways I admire you.

I like how you don't let anyone push you around, but stand up for yourself and stand up for others who can't.

Your smile is genuine, lighting up your eyes, making the mood light and happy.

Though you may not look like the nicest person around, when someone gets to know you, all they can say about you is that you are super awesome, kind, amazing, and so very honest.

If I could describe you in a sentence I'd probably say that you are the friend that everybody wishes they had.

You honour God, a wonderful Christian, a hard worker and a great person.

Your family must be very proud of you.

My other friend and I were talking about you today and I got to say, we had no bad things to say about you. They were all good things.

You're a good listener, and you can take initiative, so so caring. You check how other people are doing, you notice things, if someone is sad you're the first person to approach them, you don't let anybody tell you what to do and you just do it yourself.

Your intentions are so good, you do your best and I want to let you know that you are brilliant.

Though we may not be that close, I feel that when I talk to you I can tell you anything.

You're funny, intelligent and one of the truest friends I've ever known.

So that's what I think about you :)

I don't know if you will or are reading this, but that's the truth.

Nothing bad to say, always good :).

Thanks for being there for me friend. Thank you.

Yikers.

Uh oh.

Did you feel that?

No, of course I didn't it's impossible!

Oh shoot... maybe yeah a little bit.

Annabeth Curtis had stopped listening to her twin sister Anabella. She was droning on and on about a new outfit that she had bought the previous day. Annabeth was excited for her, really, but was suddenly distracted by the sudden feeling in her stomach.

Christopher caught her eye again. This was the 10th time today.

He wore a dark leather jacket and a green tshirt that matched his eyes. His dark hair was ruffled, but yet perfectly messy. He grinned in her direction.

Whoa.

"Annabeth? Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Bella snapped her fingers infront of her face.

I blinked her eyes, "Oh, um, yes of course... I was just, um..."

Bella looked in the direction I was just staring at, "Wait a minute, were you looking at Chris Andrews?"

I blushed and started fiddling with my fingers, "No, of course not. I--"

"Well I don't blame you, he's hot." She smirked.

"Bella!!" my face broke into a small grin, "He's right there!"

"Yeah I can see that... oh and looks like he's looking at you too."

"No he is not, he's probably looking at the... sky or something."

Bella raised her eyebrow, "Yeah, right the sky. Why don't you talk to him?"

"I- well-I," I sputtered, "I don't even know him!"

She stood up from the school steps, "Yeah, sure you do, we go to school with him."

"Yeah, but we hardly talk and I.. er." Annabeth had run out of excuses. "You can't make me."

Bella rolled her eyes, "Don't have to."

"Oh, why's that?" I asked half-jokingly.

"Because he's coming this way."

Sure enough, Chris Andrews was coming, jacket and all.

Oh dear.

Time.

I suddenly feel more open right now.

Like open as in I could say anything I want and wouldn't care what anyone thinks about what I think.

I'm just a person after all. I can't please everyone.

We all are careful about what we say, what we reveal about ourselves to people.

We contain secrets, things we wouldn't want anyone else to know for many different reasons.

Reading about 4 manuscripts of books, uncompleted of course, got me thinking somehow.

I feel somewhat expressive.

I read poetry.

Those random thoughts come in my head as I'm slowly realizing who I am still in life.

I bet I'm not the only one confused.

But really, I do not know what I'll do in the future. Or where I'll be, how I'll turn out.

I suppose I would turn out good. Or something.

I always seem to think of the present. About right now.

Whenever someone asks me about the future, I just think to myself in my head,

No worries, all I'm thinking about is right now.

But out loud I merely just shrug a bit and say, "I don't really know..."

It ends with an awkward smile and it seems as if the woman holds her nose up and nods trying to look satisfied with my answer when clearly she's not and just walks away...

Anyways.

Just watched a great movie. Probably one of my favs.

I'm into those romantic-comedy things. But I wouldn't say this one was really one of those... Idk.

It was mostly comedy...ish. I guess.

Whatever.

I'm not really into genres. You know, giving things labels or anything. I'm sort of that kind of girl who just goes with it.

I guess you could call me chilled and laid back.

Everybody thinks I'm the good girl. I smirk at that thought. Yeah right.

Well maybe.

You could say that I'm lost in my own little world right now.

I don't expect to live a life full of fairytales. You know, things going like they always say they will.

Nah, I don't think I'll elaborate on these thoughts right now.

Back to that movie.

It starred Kevin Zegers.

I admit, he was one of my crushes back then. Back when no one really knew who he was.

I have a knack for those things. Being interested in the less trendy things, not exactly popular things. Well Idk.

Then all of a sudden they go popular after a few years.

It's weird.

I like being different.

Which I am. All the time.

I don't really remember a moment where I fit in anywhere. In anyplace.

Always that one sticking out.

Not that one standing out from the rest though, not even the one who gets attention because they're unique and special.

But more of that one. That one that you hardly see. The weird one.

I'm probably one of those types who reads under the shade of a tree during a warm sunny springtime on the fresh green grass. Imperfect blue jeans, a bit messy. A pencil stuck behind one of her ears, a plain shirt- nothing special, and normal sneakers. Not even brand name ones. Just plain ol' regular.

While that's happening, you got the populars, the jocks, you know those types, the blonde girls twirling their hair and flirting with their superstar football quarterback boyfriends, gossiping, texting on their phones with perfectly manicured fingernails.

Then you got the smart people, studying for their next math test.

Etc. Etc.

Gosh how I hate labels and stereotypes.

I don't belong in any of those groups.

I'm the silent, quiet type who doesn't really say anything.

And quite frankly, I like it that way.

I have a mind and I have many things to say. I have an opinion and I like things my way.

(Hey, that rhymed.)

Bet you either looked back to see if it did if you haven't noticed already, or you smiled as you're reading this.

Or both.

I like having fun too.

I'm a very fun person, trust me on that.

Quite forgiving too.

But tough. Don't underestimate me.

Yeah, I guess this blog post turned out to be some random facts about me or something.

Felt like opening up a bit.

The last time this will happen on here. It's late. That's probably why.

People do crazy things at night.

My favorite times of the day is either very very early in the morning or very very late at night. I like those times. Because that's when I find peace the most. The world is quiet and calm. I can think for myself. No worries. Just you and the present. Nothing else that's in your way or can bring you down.

I like snowfall.

I like rain.

I like pie.

I like things that nobody usually likes. Different things.

Water. Birds. Turtles. And neat little trinkets.

Things like that.

Pain.

I'm feeling absolutely dreadful.

Oh you know, besides the excruciating physical pain I'm feeling at the moment and have been feeling for over 6 hours!!

This is dreadful.

Not to mention the lack of support and positiveness -.-"

Nothing has been really smooth lately. You think it's all smooth marble then bam! You hit a majorly rocky road.

I wish I was a bird sometimes. Or maybe a cheetah.
So I can either fly far far away or run really fast from my worries and troubles and get it over with.

It's a constant thing.

Sometimes. All I need is a hug.
And maybe a shoulder to cry on.
Yeah, that'd be nice.

But there's no one here.
No one here to tell me, "Its gonna be alright." or "You can do it girl, just keep going!"
"the pain will be worth it... I know it hasn't been easy for you, but you're strong. You'll be just fine"

I can only really imagine those things said to me.

Why? Why is this happening?

Cats are liquid.

Cats are liquid. “Liquids … take the shape of the container while maintaining a constant volume”. That’s it. So cats are liquid.

Husky.

Hi there puppy. :)

How are you doing today?

I've always loved huskies. They're probably one of my favourite kind of dog among many others.

And it's not just because they're adorable. Or look cute yet tough in the snow.

They're beautiful. Active, energetic and resilient breed whose ancestors came from the extremely cold and harsh environment of the Siberian Arctic. Bred by the Chukchi of Northeastern Asia to pull heavy loads long distances through difficult conditions.

Yeah, they're pretty hardcore.

Imported into Alaska during the Nome Gold Rush, then later spread in the US and Can.
They were supposed to be sled dogs but then became family pets and show dogs :)

So there's a bit of history about them.

They're cool dogs. They howl rather than bark. Like wolves. That is cool isn't it?

They're pretty affectionate with people but independent.

They like to run as that's what they're pretty much supposed to do and can get pretty bored easily. So if you want to get a Husky, you better give them tons of attention.

Okay, here's a really awesome thing about them.

Siberian huskies are highly intelligent and are insanely observant.

What I mean by that is, they watch you a bit, see you open and close the door, turn on lights, open the fridge door, etc. And then they mimic all the things that you do :) Just by watching.

I can pretty much imagine myself somewhere in Alaska on a porch, outside my wooden house. Looking outside in the night sky filled with stars, and ta bright full moon. Pine trees everywhere, bits of snow on them. Snow everywhere, no doubt, sparkling beautifully.

The picture isn't even as wonderful as it really is. It isn't like that at all. But even more real and mysterious.

A cold wind blows. My husky comes out of the house and rests on by my feet.

I'm wearing bunny slippers. Pajamas are implied.

I look down at him just enjoying the moment with me, staring out into the distance.

We both pretty much share a certain connection. The dog and owner kind. It's sweet really.

"Wanna go for a ride boy?" I smile at him happily.

His ears perk up and immediately runs to the back shed.

I run into the house and put on my leather boots and change into my thick winter coat.

This is going to be fun.

Like always, we'd go for a nighttime mush.

Snow scatters all around us swiftly, landing on my long side braid.

Adrenaline rushes.

We'd come back and relax by the fireplace with some hot cocoa and blankets.

Soon, we sleep.

Fierce.

Okay. So when I'm older I've decided I want a purple car.

Not just any purple car. But THIS purple car.

Yeah, that's right. Turbo engine.

It shall be a super car that can speed and power of 1180 bhp. 270mph, 62mph in 2.4 seconds. Aww yeah. That's right. Combining superior engineering, aerodynamics and electronics into this good looker!

It shall have style. With beauty. & brains :)

Tweaked engine. Electronics. Suspensions, brakes and exhaust system to produce a power packed car!!! I like to go fast. Swift.

I'm so proud of my baby!

Structural sleek and aerodynamic carbon fiber body. Suspension new design. Chassis tuning has a reworked shock valving front and rear. 2 turbo chargers and a 7-liter V8! OH MAMA.

Okay. So maybe it isn't mine yet. And maybe I can't drive. Yet.

And alright, fine, it doesn't really exist. YET.

But in the future. When I get this beautiful thing, I shall ride down the road, shades on, long dark hair in the wind! I got the summer sun down on me, wearing a flowy sundress, heels.

I got that girly side too you know :) but in this case, I'm more fierce and sassy!

Hardcover convertible too? I think so!
It makes it more chic.

I got the boys admiring and winking at this beaut. ;)

Oh, haha and I don't just mean the car ^.^

I wink back of course. It's polite to do so.

Shortie.

I like chocolate covered strawberries.

Thank you.

Or strawberries dipped in chocolate. That's cool too.

Note.

The songs that I posted by the way weren't what I wrote yesterday.

Haha, I wrote them just now. Yep. Just now. "Underneath the Stars" and "The Place I would Run" and that poem, rhyme, song thingy.

But yesterday's songs were somewhat happy. Ish.

The second one was really catchy, something you'd hum with the birds or something.

The first one was sad and something you'd probably cry to, while looking outside while it rains.

I guess you could say I'm on a roll.
It's weird. When I write songs it just comes from the heart.

In all honesty, I'm probably never going to post the lyrics to the first song I wrote yesterday.
It was just so meaningful and honest.
Who'd want to read that?

Response to your ever whining mouth.

Is that why you climbed up?
Not to climb with me, but defeat me to the top?
I shake my head from being so unprepared.
I squint my eyes and I’ll start to glare

Pushing all the rocks away
I’ll make history in the Milky Way
This time you’re not going to push me down
I’ll be on guard and won’t get tossed around

Don’t worry darlin’, I see right through your smile
Sure I’ll play sweet and nice for you just a while
then ill drop the act just like you dropped the weight on me
im not a fox but ill just be as slyly.

You can beat on me, try to put a fight
but I won’t be afraid anymore
the fear is gone so bring it on some more
you can hit so hard, but I will turn the other cheek
ill be incharge and this time I won’t act slowly

The world is so tough and hard
but I won’t be the charred remains from the explosion
ill blast off
from the cannon and fly away
To the top.

Are you surprised my dear?
To see that I am here? At the top of the mountain?

Don’t give me that look. Save it for the books and the movies.
I figured you out. The bad guy never wins.

Is that why you climbed up?
Not to climb with me, but defeat me to the top?
I shake my head from your evil glare
I smile as I don’t really care.

The place I would stay

Verse 1:
I feel suddenly so used.
Are you even really there?
Don’t you get me confused
Because im tired of that kind of stuff
That makes me want to care

If you try it on me, boy don’t make me try it on you
but instead ill hold all my feelings
so I wont hurt you

Chorus:
Ill run away, to the place where I swore I would stay
but I never did, never did,
because, they kept coming back
it teased me some more
making believe that every single thing that they did was so true
but for now.
ill try to stop
believing in you.

Verse:
This isn’t usually the kind of thing I say
but would you stop making me think that everythings okay
I know you try to pretend that its all good with me and you
but in reality, its all misunderstood.|

Don’t get me started on how ive been there
and how the best you did was maybe share
one thing.

Did you even try, boy did you even try?
or did you keep it in?
all just for you?

Last Chorus:
Will you run away to the place where you said you’ll stay?
or will I have to wait for you?
will you actually meet me there or will I have to hold myself up again?

Ill run away, to the place where I swore I would stay
and I will this time
because, they kept coming back
and teasing me some more
now that I belive that every single thing they did was never true
and right now
I will stop
believing in you.

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Wow, this is like the 2nd song I wrote today.. Craziness!

The first one was a slow sad song. And now this one's a rock song.

Towards the end it slowly builds up in the chorus, making the drums get louder and amp up the guitar!

Underneath the Stars

Verse 1:
The sun starts to set on a beautiful day
that’s when it all ends, when the magic fades
I suddenly feel so alone
when are you coming home?

I start pace back and forth
wiping away all of my tears
that have build up from the time
when I found out about her, dear.

So what do I do?
The music’s so loud already.

Chorus:
And ill go out at night
Underneath the stars, letting the wind take me away
I just wish I would forget about you
Because its just too much pain
To see you with her
But ill let you go like a feather
And if you don’t drift back
Maybe its not meant to be

Verse 2:
Ill float on the river tonight
Submerged in the waters so deep
If I yell would you be able to hear me?
But I guess that bright yellow flower has instead caught your eye
It was all made up, it feels like a lie.

Bridge
Why cant I do this? Id rather get on a train and move far away from here.
But I keep going back, going back, to where you are my dear.

Friday, November 18. 2011.

Sky Blue.

I usually have a lot to say. But I've been keeping quiet and busy lately. Many things going on.

So today's favourite colour is Blue. Light sky blue.

I guess I do have colours of the day depending on my mood.

Today was a good day I guess. I did some chacha dancing and some jive.

Haha, I haven't moved my hips or legs that fast in... well I have never danced that fast in my life before. I found it really fun. As well as a newfound love in dancing!

It's amazing really.

My best friend and I, it's really weird. We go online and since we live in different parts of the world, different time zones right? So when she says hi to me, I say, "I was just about to go offline..."
And vice versa. Haha I find it funny. She's about to sign off when I go on, and ditto. I just found it funny.

Well today, I wrote 2 songs :) It sort of happened in an impulse sort of thing. Like it just came out.

Funny thing, I was about to go take a shower humming a few notes and eventually lyrics, then I exited the bathroom and found a pencil and paper and immediately scribbled out the first verse of the song. I smiled to myself. Hey! This is good! I thought.

So yeah, I went to go shower, still singing and I sung the rest of the song! The verses, chorus, and the bridge! It was fantastic.

Quickly getting dressed, I wrote the song. Messy Writing of course. I didn't want to forget the lyrics and the tune.

I called my best friend right after that and sung it to her. She told me that she loved it!

I suggested the idea of well maybe writing the music together when I get back!

She would write the piano, with my help and I would write guitar, with her help.

It is a helpful friendship :)

So yeah, we're getting really exited about it. Because it's one of the songs that were really meaningful to me, I guess. It came from the heart.

It would sound soo good on piano! Just insanely lovely.

Tomorrow I might be waking up maybe 5:30am or so to go for a run with my aunt. yay :)

At the courtyard a few blocks from where I live. It's quite beautiful, I enjoy it very much.

I'm probably going to splurge and get myself a red velvet milkshake or something. YUUUUUM. Did you know that there was also Red Velvet Hot Cocoa? I didn't! Until I saw the poster by the coffee shop!

Ooh. I just heard some thunder...! Or was it a roof or something?

I don't know I have a pretty weird imagination.

I guess this past week has been like an endless weekend of sorts. Only I know how that's like for me. Since well, I'm me.

Boopboop bee boop!

And on that happy note, I bid you all. Goodnight.

Or Morning.

Wherever you are person. Reader. Friend.

Adieu.

You.

So I got myself thinking about you. About our friendship. It's funny how we turned out didn't we?

I know that I'm on the other side of the world from you right now, so far from you. You so far from me. We do talk sometimes, you over there watching out for me still, and me here... uhm, well... huh. What do I do here? Do I watch out for you?

We did have some tough times. They were horrible weren't they? Us screaming at each other, fighting over stupid little things, turning our backs, letting our pride and status get the better of us. When one was down, we hardly picked each other up but instead thought 'They deserved it.'

But we're getting better. No one's perfect.

I don't really say this, but I do get jealous of you. I think that you're very cool. You kind of have that persona where people are just naturally attracted to you, you look great, all the time. And then you have these lucky awesome moments too. I get jealous of that. You're funny. You got great friends. I thought you had it all.

I probably tried at some point in my life- wait, hold that, I DID try to be like you. Who knew you were trying to be like me? There's me just sitting in my uncool corner of shyness. And you, so outgoing and happy. Living life on edge.

Here I sit, leaning on my pillows on the corner of the bed, eating grapes. Yumm.

I'm thinking about life, love, and other things. Still trying to find myself. But I gotta say, I'm thankful for you. We don't have the best friendship, there's those super funny moments and those weird moments too. Where we care, where we get mad, jealous.

I don't know if you are reading this, probably not. And if you are I doubt that you know this is about you. But to me, I think you are the most wonderful friend I have ever had.

You're not perfect. You may not be the best at sharing secrets, school, sports, and all that stuff. But it all doesn't really matter. Because at the end of the day, we're friends. I may be the complete opposite of you. Haha. But we're still friends. We trust each other.

I truly value you. Your friendship is special and I have never met anyone like you. You're weird. I like that. :)

Anyway, I guess I just wanted to let you know this stuff. Thanks. For our friendship. And all of the stuff you did for me. And still are doing for me.

Oh, and another thing. (Well maybe more)

A lot of people are extremely selfish, always thinking about themselves. Yeah, I'm one of those people. Sometimes. Haha, I don't try to be.

But you aren't. You always want to make people happy. Not because you care what they think in that way, but you care about them. You care.

That's what I like about you.

I know you've been through plenty of things. I've been through maybe the same.
It worked out amazingly at the beginning. You had it your way, but then it fell apart. During those times, you know who your true friends are.

I guess I can call myself one of those people since I stuck by you.

What can I say? You're like peanut butter. Sticky, sometimes gross, delicious, great with food-- well some foods, mixes well with Jelly, squishy, brown, made out of peanuts.. and some other butter stuff, sugary, sweet, etc. I could go on and on about peanut butter... oh yeah, what was my point again? LOL :P

You're like peanut butter. Sticky. I'm stuck with you hun. I ain't leavin' this sandwich.

So when you feel like your whole world is fallin' apart and you just wanna die or something like that. I'm here for you!!

I'm not Superman. haha, sorry I don't have black shiny hair, great muscles or abs like him-- yeah, yeah, I'm sure you prefer him, but whatever.. LOL (I probs would too, jk).

But through thick and thin, skinny and fat, ugly and beautiful, normal or weird, smiles or frowns, full teeth or toothless, contacts or glasses, lipstick or mascara... uhm, what was I saying again?

RIGHT.

When the sun shines, we'll shine together. Told you I'll be here forever said I'll always be a friend, took an oath I'm a stick it out till the end.

Not that it's raining more than ever know that we'll still have each other. You can stand under my umbrella. You can stand under my umbrella. (Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella. (Ella ella eh eh eh) Under my umbrealla. Ella eh eh eh----

Wait, ahha isn't this a song?

You get my point don't you?

Haha even in silly moments like this.

Still, I hope that we'll still be friends in the future. If we're not, that's fine too.

I'd still like to hear about your stories and fun moments.

Peace.

Magical Night

I went down the escalator, into the night sky.

The atmosphere was mystical, light shops and resturants, people socializing, somewhat like a movie. The trees stood tall, making a lovely row, surrounding the many water fountains.

Pressing play, music starts to fill my ears. I walk slowly, small backpack on my back. Shorts, and a simple gray top with a red design on the side. Gold straps around my feet with a brown base. Curly brown hair falls to my shoulders, simple red earrings dangle down. A long necklace with a ribbon and a mini golden eiffel tower hangs down.

Couples sit by the water on the edge. I think, This night couldn't get anymore beautiful.

I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away... The lyrics sound soft and lovely against the piano.

I keep on walking and light up buildings come into view. Against the dark sky, it looks wonderful.

At night when the stars light up my room I sit by myself...

I smile and think to myself, wow, this song is really good. I suddenly feel like I'm living in it.

Talking to the moon.. trying to get to you...

Soon, the moon comes into view.

Wow, I really am living in it. It was a full moon tonight.

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too...

Or am I a fool.. who sits alone.. talking to the moon.

I get surprised by the lyrics. I can relate.

I look up at the moon again, I keep staring at it and my surroundings.

I pass by 4 lovebirds holding each other, and hugging.

I walk alone and hold on to my backpack having that dreamy look on my face thinking.

I walk on a wooden bridge that arcs over a river with rocks. The water is flowing and the a single star I see twinkles.

Now I really feel like I'm living the song.

Am I in a music video? I think.

I keep on walking. I think I am. God's probably watching me and smiling at me.

It's really lovely.

Do you ever hear me calling? Cause every night I'm talking to the moon

Still trying to get to you....

I remember now that I'm on the other side of the world. From where I used to be.

The next lyrics that come on are

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too...

Now it doesn't surprise me. Because I know exactly what this song is saying.

Because yes, I do feel it. A million memories start coming. But I don't seem to mind.

Or am I a fool who sits alone.. Talking to the moon.

The pathway finally ends and the long fountain comes to life, water sprouting up as the song is coming to a majestic end. The last thoughts in my head were then sung.

I know you're somewhere out there... Somewhere far away.

Like a thief in the night.

*eye twitch.

*eye twitch.

*eye twitch.

Oh my goodness. I can't believe it.

He was here 13 days ago. 13 days ago. And where was I thirteen days ago?

Sitting on a desk. Doing math. Doing English. Working. Breathing.

But at the moment I can't even do that last word.

I am in disbelief. He was here.

He was here and I didn't know about it. How could I have not known about it?

Something unexpected yet expected as this. I'll face the facts: I was not prepared.

It's true. I was too busy doing other things. I kept my thoughts and all my energy into getting things done, so that I could just finish it and not have to worry about it later on. I didn't keep my mind open to other things, but closed onto one thing.

I suppose that it's good for focus, maybe at school. But no, I have got to say no, not in life.

It's true. Unexpected things do come your way. Like a thief in the night. You don't know that it's going to happen. You're unaware of it all. Caught up in something else.

But dear readers, I must say this. Be prepared. It's quite straightforward. You really never know when someone or something is going to come. Don't miss it by a long shot.

You'll have yourself wondering all the what-ifs in life. Be alert. Awake. Alive.

What if I opened my eyes? What if I listened? Then would I have fallen in love?
Those words spoken in the eyes of someone too caught up in their work to see that their best friend loves them. What happens now? He's probably around 40 and still hasn't gotten over it. (That didn't really happen but thought to provide an example).

It still has my mind boggled. Because what happened today. My realization of awareness has turned a light bulb on.

Thinking about my awareness, completely oblivious that he was here thirteen days ago, has struck me a metaphor.

Jesus. He's coming soon. My Lord and Saviour, the Light of the World.

There's all this talk about when the world will end and dates and stuff, but really no one will ever know when it will. It's unexpecting.

1 Thessalonians 5:1-3 NIV "Now, brothers and sisters, about times and dates we do not need to write to you, for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying "Peace and safety," destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.

You really really don't know what's coming.

So then in the next few verses is goes on to say that those who are not in the darkness (meaning followers of Christ) shouldn't be taken off guard or surprise by this.We know where we stand since we are children of light. It says that we shouldn't sleepwalk through life or get caught in things like others but keep our eyes open and be smart.

Then it goes on about how the way we should live.(But that's another story, look it up though, it's a good read.)

I could go on and on about this.

Man, it just mindblows me. I guess I wouldn't have been reading those verses if this didn't happen to me, you know, me missing on it when he cam thirteen days ago.

I guess I should be quite thankful. It brought me this new awareness. Alertness.

In a way, this experience has taught me a lesson.

I'm going to be paying attention more now. In all things really.

Is he going to come back here? I don't know, but all I know is that I missed my chance.

So dear readers, let me tell you to be aware in all things. I don't want you to be blind to what's coming.

Oh and if you're wondering who came here thirteen days ago, you'll know I'm a big Owl City fan.

Ladies and gentlemen, Adam Young.

Exactly.

Story. :)

Author's note:
Hello :) I was in the mall on the day before Halloween and this story came to mind. I wrote this about 2 days ago in the spirit of Halloween. Hope you enjoy :)
Feedback would be great!

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“Hey! Dylan! Come back here!” a voice yelled.

Wearing a black baseball-styled hat, jock-style jacket, jeans, and a black t-shirt was Julius Mendoza. He was running across the mall with his fly Nike shoes after his surprisingly fast 4 year old little brother.

He had turned away for only 5 seconds to pay for his little brother’s ice cream cone, and when he turned back Dylan had vanished.
Or was just running towards the toystore. Again.

“Hey there little fella!” a girl cooed.

Marie Cruz bent down to say hi to the little boy clinging to her leg in a batman costume holding a pistachio ice cream cone. A small orange pumpkin halfway filled with candy was on his other hand.

The little boy looked up at her with big cute asian eyes smiling.
He was an adorable little child.

“What’s your name?” she asked grinning. She couldn’t help it, he was probably the cutest Filipino child she’d ever seen in a batman costume.

“Batman,” he said pointing to the Batman logo on his chest.

Marie looked around and saw a guy about her age running towards her.

“Is that your brother?” she pointed to the guy running.

Dylan nodded a yes, as she stood up straight, still clutching on to her leg.

Julius finally saw Dylan, and there he was, right by the toystore… holding onto some stranger’s leg. Again. Not the first time this has happened.

“Dyl,” said Julius approaching him, lightly rubbing Dylan’s head, “Don’t run again okay?”

“Yeah, listen to your brother,” Marie agreed.

Julius looked up at her, still bent down on the ground. The first thing he noticed was her pretty dark brown eyes. Then her long layered curled brown hair. She was smiling at him, “Hey.”

Julius stood back up, this time facing Marie, “Hey.”

They made eye contact for about 2 seconds.

“Hey!” exclaimed Dylan.

They both laughed.

“So this is your little brother?” Marie asked.

“Yep, Dylan,” he replied, “Thanks by the way, for you know, not letting him run off again. Haha.”

“It’s no prob,he sort of just held on to my leg.”

“Yeah he does that a lot,” Julius said with his hand behind his head, “So what’s your name?”

“Marie,” she smiled, “Yours?”

“Nice name, Julius.” He held out his hand. They both shook.

“Thanks, nice hat by the way, I like the Batman symbol on it, it’s cute,” she said pointing to it, “And the shirt, batman again, matches your brother’s. That’s nice of you to take him out trick or treating.”

Julius adjusted his hat slightly, “It’s no big deal, I’m taking Dyl out today then my bro’s taking him out tomorrow again on Halloween.”

There was a Halloween event today at the mall, Sunday, even though it wasn’t really Halloween. Julius made a deal with Mark, his 15 year old brother, a year younger than him, that he was going to take him out on Sunday at the mall while Mark was going to take Dylan on Halloween Trick or Treating.

“Still, not many older brothers take their adorable little brother out while they can hang with their friends on a weekend.”

“I’m not like most older brothers,” he took Dylan’s hand and smiled at Marie.

She was wearing light blue jeans with a black simply designed belt. Plain white tank top, long-sleeved black cardigan over it. A 2 tagged necklace on a silver chain, and black flats. She had a black bag slung over her shoulder. Somewhere around maybe 5”4, only a few inches shorter than Julius. She’s pretty, thought Julius.

She bit her lip lightly then released it into a curved smile, “I figured.”

“Trick or treat!” Dylan squealed, tugging Julius’ hand. This meant it was time for them to go.

“Alright, we’ll go, but thank the nice pretty girl first, “he looked at Marie.

“Tank You!” Dylan reached out for her for a hug.

“Anytime, Batman,” she crouched down to his small height giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
“You’re as cute as a button, stay that way!”

Dylan nodded, his ice cream cone melting away.

“You know, your kuya’s cute too,” Marie looked Dylan then at Julius who looked surprised.

Winking at Julius, she walked away.

Don't you let it go. Pt. 2

Gabby put down her silver hairbrush on her dresser. She had just finished brushing her long light blonde hair. 100 strokes each night was her routine.

Wiping off her makeup from her face, she looked at the mirror and smiled.

Pretty, she thought.

Making her way to her bed, she saw that she got 5 new text messages. It wasn't a surprise. Even late at night people were always texting her. She was just someone they could talk to. She'd gossip sometimes, give out all the latest trends, and even some advice. Though she wasn't experienced in those situations, she gave advice. And people took it. Even though it wasn't 100% accurate. Which was most of the time.

Beep beep!

Another text message popped up.

Propping herself against the wall on her bed, she replied to the latest one.

Don't worry hun, just flirt with him some more, I'm sure he's playing hard to get and really wants you. Don't quit!

Send.

She giggled to herself. Hayley was asking for boy advice again. And boy did she need it.

Not only did girls ask her for this kind of stuff, but boys did too.
And when they didn't, she offered it, even though they didn't want it.

Matchmaking. Her lips curled upwards.

Ah, love! Ain't it grand! She thought.

Gabby thought she was cupid. Or maybe even cupid's daughter. Because she was just so darn good at matchmaking and love. Or so she thought.

Her first time matchmaking was in 6th grade when she got Ivy and Jason together. It felt wonderful. Even though she was only eleven.
But ever since, she felt like it was her job to matchmake.

In all the years she had matchmaked, so far she got Hannah and Devon together. Check. That one turned out okay. Next was Will and Talia. Score on that. Cassandra and Matthew, they were basically perfect for each other!.. Until the second day.
Then there was Yasmin and Cole, and many more. Some turned out great, but then some turned out worse than she thought. There were many scenarios when the couples were on fire! But then times where after a week they would hate each other. Some matchmaking just didn't turn out right.

But her best clients-- as she'd like to call them, pretending that this was her job-- were without a doubt, Claire and Michael.

They were inseperable. But what happened? She was sure that they'd last long. So did everybody else.

After getting them together, the line of her customers boomed, waiting to get a dose of her matchmaking skills.
They all saw what Claire and Michael had. And wanted it.

They'd been labeled cutest and sweetest couple by everybody.

Gabby was so proud of that accomplishment.

But that was before.

Something had went wrong. Something she didn't really like to think about. Because it'd bring down her mood.

Claire and Michael. Even their names sounded right for each other. Back then, you really couldn't carry a conversation without them without mentioning the other.

But now all went frigid when mentioning both. Together, at least.

Now there was Michael and there was Claire. Nothing else.

Who was it who walked away again? Was it Claire? Or was it Michael?
Gabby couldn't remember. It had been almost a year since the breakup.

Still, she thought. They're so cute!

She couldn't help but think about them sometimes. The love couple was her inspiration. But sometimes it was her nightmare, knowing that peanut butter and jelly broke up was torture.

Michael should pursue her! Again!
She didn't know what the big deal was with him these days, moving on so fast and flirting with all the other girls. While Claire kept quiet, she didn't flirt much though she was a looker. No problem with the boys that's for sure.

Still! Claire and Michael. Michael and Claire.

She did it once, so she should be able to do it gain.

Which was why she had convinced Michael a week ago to talked to Claire. Well it was more like forced, but she didn't like to think of it that way.

After almost a year of not talking to each other, she did it.

She had pushed Michael towards her at the party in the diner. The conversation didn't last long... Bummer.

It kind of went cold to Claire. And when she left Michael didn't even go after her.
Typical men.

She'd scolded him after that.
He'd brushed it off though acting as if he didn't care for Claire anymore.
Yeah right, deep down inside, he must still have feelings for her.
And she for him.

Even though they acted as if they hated each other and wanted to rip off each others heads...

Still. She'd find away and save them.

Beep beep!

Okay, last text of the night.

It was from Adam... Hmm what did he want?

Gabby! Help! Hayley won't stop texting me!

She bit her lip. Oops, looks like this one wasn't meant to be. She'd have to break it to Hayley.

I'll handle it. She replied.

Yawning, she turned off her bedside lamp.

Adam's kinda cute...

And with that final thought, she drifted off into dreamland.

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Author's note:

Here's the continuation of the story! For now it's called, "Don't you let it go"

This material is honestly a lot different than the stuff I write.

Wrote this part on my iPod walking on the mall haha :)
Oh and this is the first time I've ever posted an online story. Yay.

Enjoy!

Feedback would be great!

How I met Nicholas Sparks

Hello readers :P

The title probably caught your attention huh? Well it is definitely something worth writing about.

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It started out as any other ordinary day. I woke up normally and ate the leftover noodles and half a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast.

Looking around the messy room, I plugged in a wireless broadband and went on my laptop to check my emails, homework, and a billion notifications from facebook. I also chatted with my friends from halfway across the world.

My parents came home and I had just finished pulling a silly prank on one of my friends through facebook, she's a sweetie :)

I took a shower and got ready to go to the Podium to hopefully get a chance for a signing from Mr. Sparks.

Normal right? A typical teenager life?

Well.. this is how it really starts.

I walked into the Podium excitedly with a big smile on my face. We had arrived at the Podium. The place where my favourite author would be in a few more hours.

The clock struck one.

We had just picked up my sister from her school. There was a Halloween party so she had face paint on and looked like a werewolf. Hair and all.

My dad was withdrawing some money from the ATM machine and I was rushing to the bathroom wiping of the dark werewolf facepaint of my little sister. Smudge. Oops :P

Going back to my dad, he told me to go upstairs to line up for the lucky draw.

Indeed. I hope I was the Lucky one.

When I went up, the first 50 people were already there. A bummer for me, as I tried to get there early. So I lined up behind a girl in a blue top and smiled waiting to get a draw.

After 5-10 mins of waiting or so, I was finally there!!! The lady called me up to pick up a piece of papaer from the box.

My fingers crossed, eyes shut, I absolutely wished to get in! I dreamed of meeting Mr. Sparks, talking to him, maybe have tea? haha.

But I even wrote/blogged about a daydream I had to meet him. But that's a different sotry.

(If you want to read, it's here in the link below)

http://thestrawberryavalanche.blogspot.com/2011/10/sparks.html

Anyways, I opened my eyes with a big smile on my face. Yet trying to act calm and professional. I just KNEW I was going to get it. I knew it!! I had bought the book about 3 weeks or so prior to this day. And well, finished reading it in 2 days :)

Not to mention reading 3 of his other books!!

The paper. In my hand. Rolled up.

Was it going to be a yes or a no? Was I going to get in or not? My mind whirled with questions.

Was I going to end up like the girl and boy in line before me who shouted for joy when they got it? Or was I going to cry, sad?

Well I didn't cry that's for sure.

But I did feel like it.

I opened the small scroll of white paper.

SORRY.

Was sprawled across it.

"You win orange juice."

Depressing right?

I'm serious, we just got an orange juice. It wasn't a walk in the park. I was sad. So sad.

But I didn't show it, trying to keep a positive attitude.

Yeah, sure, I didn't get in. I didn't win a signing. You know? The one that I've been excited for??

*Sigh* It's not like He's my favourite author and I always reread his books many times is it?

Nevermind, that was a lie, because he IS my favourite author and I DO reread his books. A lot. (and learn many things, get inspired, and wonderstruck)

My dad was sad for me too. he brought the camera and wanted me to get a signing.

The mood wasn't that depressing, well it was, but not bad.

I went up on stage and got a picture with his poster though! And sat on the couch yay! And well... still didn't win that draw.

After taking some pictures, we went and had some cheesecake.

My sister gobbled up her mango cheesecake while I thought about things and my dad was on his iPad.

"Do you want to go home?" my dad said interrupting my thoughts.

"No," I sad cooly, "I want to at least see him."

So we stayed.

Walking around the mall for a bit. Then we went to the 4th floor. My sister in a toystore while I thought sadly. People were passing me happily and I kept staring at their signing pass numbers stuck on them.

My dad called me to the railing of the 4th floor looking down and pointing to the line for the draws. There were only 4 or 5 people in it. Not much. And he noticed a pattern. They all won. They all got a YES. We couldn't believe it.

More people came, and they won too!

My dad had a feeling.

We all went downstairs and we purchased yet ANOTHER Nicholas Sparks book. "The Best of Me" even though I already had it. Just so I could enter the draw again.

Standing in line, then infront of that box again.

I chose my paper carefully this time.

I unrolled it slowly.

And.

Well.

YES.

:)))

Oh happy day!

I was dancing! WHOO.

Then I read the number on the signing pass... Number 700... OH.

So I was going to be the 700th one to get it signed? That's cool too!!!!

But then the kind lady replaced it with number 591. :) So yay! Closer to the signing.

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Just when I thought things were back to normal.

We then ate at subway, normal.

Then went back down to the screaming crowd.

Normal again.

My dad. What would I do without him?

He went towards the elevator of the second floor. Close to the crowd.

He told me that Nicholas Sparks was probably going to enter through there, and he knew that it was my dream to meet him and talk with him.

Aw man, if I was the first to meet him I'd be happy!!!!! So very happy!

Though, through the elevator? Dad told me that he wouldn't go through the front entrance!

So we waited by that second floor elevator.

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Somehow, my dad figured he'd enter at the THIRD floor elevator.

The third floor? I asked.

He said, trust me. With the camera in his hand.

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Waiting. It's been 30mins!!! He hasn't come yet. 5:30pm already.

People were coming and going through those elevators. It was nerve wrecking.

I eased my self by singing out loud some Taylor Swift songs to myself. Totally normal there.

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"Okay! This is it!!! He's coming out now! Get ready!!!!" my dad said.

I didn't believe him. Well sorta. I just stood there, still getting ready.

Nope. It wasn't him. Just more employees coming out of the elevator.

Screams arose from outside the room. We ran out.

Nicholas Sparks was on stage already?! Is that why people were screaming?

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Nope. It was just a diversion, I think. It happened at least three times, fooling us.

Sigh.

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"This is it! He's here get ready!!"

My dad had said for the tenth time.

Again, more employees came out, but WAIT. OMGSH.

After the employees, guards, there was.. there was... NO. I could not believe my eyes.

THERE. IN THE FLESH.
Was Nicholas Sparks himself!

Whoa. I did not see that coming.

"J! Say Hi!"

I froze on the spot. I was absolutely starstruck. He looked so cool. Wow.

"HI!" I managed to pull out a squeak sounding like a little girl or a mouse. Or maybe even in between.

"Hi there!" he replied.

Whoa. Nicholas Sparks just said hi to me.

He was walking quickly out of the room.

Wait a minute. My dad. My sister. Me. Nicholas Sparks. Was in a room. Just us. Whoa.

(Well also the guards, but those people don't count)

But still! The thousands of people were outside, and I was standing dumbfounded right beside him!

"I wrote a letter to you!" I said really quickly, still not believing my eyes.

I handed him a letter in which I sprawled my name and email address in it hoping that he reads it and maybe contacts me?

Hey, a girl can dream can't she? :D

"Sure sweetie I'll read it!" he took the letter with a smile on his face.

I was ecstatic!!!!!!!

I still can't believe it. I spoke to him and he spoke to me! Whoa!

"Keep walking!" my dad had said.

I followed. My legs immediately started moving, I was walking beside him. Whoa.

Then they walked faster, I was walking right behind him! I was so close! Whoa!!!

The guards didn't even stop us. This was surreal!!!

Maybe they thought we were his entourage or something :)

Then we walked down the stairs and people finally spotted him, everyone was cheering! I was too! In my head of course, with the camera in my hand.

He entered the door, backstage. I stayed outside of course, respecting him.

But wow. Still. Wow.

How did I manage to do this?

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Moments later, my mom showed up from her work. We greeted her hello as she stood beside me.

I couldn't believe it. She was pretty much the last one to get in, and she was 3 feet from where Nicholas Sparks would be standing.

Sure enough, that was true.

I was maybe 2 or 3 feet away from where he was standing on stage. (I've got the video to prove it!)

Wowza.

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He's was talking on the stage :) He talked about his family, where he lived, and of course his books! It was awesome! He also answered some questions. His answers were great! So great.

Mom got tons of pictures of him!

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What? Wait, no! I'm 591!

I suddenly found myself on stage, getting a book signing from him.

How did this happen?

I was just standing by the sides, when the event people let my mother and sister go on stage.

I wasn't just going to let them go without me!

I followed them.

The thousands of people were cheering, camera's flashing.

I was on stage. With Nicholas Sparks.

I spoke nervously and fast again. I gave him my letter (The one which I was going to send when I didn't get in the draw) he said he'll read it anyways!!!! What a lovely man! :D

He signed "The Best of Me!" and also "The Lucky One!"

WITH MY NAME ON IT.

Now I really felt like The Lucky One.

Yeah, even though I mumbled my name fairly fast, because I was nervous. Even though I really wanted to talk to him and maybe have some tea?

Anyways, I took pictures with him and it was so cool!

Though, I wish I hugged him!

(Dear Nicholas Sparks, If you are reading this right now, then I say, WOW. And also feel free to contact me! hehe You rule!)

I exited the stage on the left side and realized that people were lining up on that side waiting to get a signing with him. Huh, so, we entered from the right side... that means... we entered from the opposite side? Wow, we really are the lucky ones!

Hey wait a minute... number 591... I still had my pass on. I got my signing 5th.... instead of 591st. Wow, talk about an upgrade.

Thank God for that! And my dad of course!

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The crazyness doesn't stop there.

I was, I never thought I'd say this, INTERVIEWED.

By a tv station. WHAT!. Interviewed?

First I met Nicholas Sparks. Had a lucky signing. Then now, being interviewed! What!

I held the microphone in my hand with ease, feeling like this was something I did every day.
I looked at the camera with confidence, and flashed a nice smile at it. I spoke quite eloquently talking about Nicholas Sparks and how he has inspired me so much. Coming all the way from Canada! (That's me of course).

After that short interview, I realized I was going to be on tv sometime.

Something, I still could not believe happened.

I was still so starstruck from Mr. Sparks, I was grinning ear to ear.

A girl then approached my dad.

"Are you Chad?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.

"No. Sorry!" he replied.

"He's my dad!" I interjected in the conversation. "And if it wasn't for him, I would've never gotten a chance to meet Nicholas Sparks and go on that stage. Thank you dad!"

I was smiling wide.

My dad returned the smile and hugged me.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, holding her camera. I could see that she was a student from a school, with an ID card. With the camera, you could say that she was taking a Media course, doing a cover story. Which I found out she was.

"You got to meet him?!" she asked.

"Yes!!! I did!! It was so cool!" I replied.

Another girl came up from the crowd and stood beside her. She was wearing a cool looking black hat.

"Wow!" she said.

We introduced each other, telling our names.

"I wish I could meet him!" the girl in the hat said.

"Did you get a signing pass?" I asked.

"No," she said sadly, "I cried that I didn't."

"Yeah, she's a really big super fan of him!" the other girl replied.

Without giving it another thought, I peeled off my signing pass sticker and handed it to her.

"Here," I said with a smile, "You can have it."

She stood there with her mouth opened wide.

"Are you serious?" she asked not taking it.

I pushed it into her hand and said, "Of course I'm serious! I already got a signing! You take it! You deserve it!!!"

The girls faces both lit up into huge smiles, which of course, made me extremely happy.

"Thank you so so much!!!!!"

"It's really no problem!! Take it! Meet him!"

I gave them both a hug as they were both super happy.

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We talked for about 3 mins, and in that short time, we exchanged phone numbers and facebooks. It was an instant friendship.

This day couldn't get any better.

Nicholas Sparks. Signing. Letter. Stage. Lucky. New Friendship.

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I was wrong. It got better.

I found myself being asked to have an interview... AGAIN.

This time, I asked my two new friends to be with me :)

The guy gave me a microphone to speak on and asked my in Tagalog questions about how I felt tonight with Nicholas Sparks and all.

Of course, I didn't speak too much Tagalog :/ Even though I should know how.

So I spoke English anyway :)

My friends just stood beside me with the signed books I let them hold for the interview.

Another camera with lights shone upon me as I spoke again.

This was surreal.

3 interviews in one night. All from different tv stations. How. Does. This. Happen.

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After the interview, I looked to my dad and gave him a massive hug.

"Thank you thank you thank you!!!" I exclaimed.

This night would've probably never happened if it wasn't for him.

My two new friends lined up for the book signing, extremely thankful for the pass I gave them.

My dad was the one who bought the book. He drove me all the way to the Podium.

Bought ANOTHER book when I didn't get in. Then instead of being like the crowd, lead me to the elevators, where he somehow got information that Nicholas Sparks will enter the mall. Then told me to follow him, making me get access to backstage, then on stage, then a signing! A picture!

I am so thankful. And extremely blessed.

I thank God for everything. He has definately blessed me today, even though I know I don't deserve it. I can't thank my two fathers, my dad and my Heavenly dad! They always come through for me!

All the glory to GOD!

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So from not winning the draw, feeling completely crushed, to buying another book, trying again and winning the draw, to being 700th in signing, to being 519th in signing, then being the FIRST one to see Mr. Sparks, giving him a letter of me and my hopes and dreams of become a writer like him, to following him backstage, being 3 feet away from him, being led onto the stage, getting him to sign with MY NAME on the book "The Lucky One", getting pictures, him saying he will read my letter, then being led down, making 2 new friends, being able to bless them with a signing pass, getting interviewed 3 times...

Don't you think this is God's doing? :D

He is so good!

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Hey Mr. Sparks! If you are reading this right now and visited my blog, I would be even happier than I am right now!

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Well yeah, that's the story of How I met Nicholas Sparks... And more :)

Way different from my daydream right?

Well maybe that can come true too!

Don't Stop Believing,
J