#she was turned into a legit jigsaw puzzle

[phanboyo]

I am rendered speechless as the antics of Salem rush through my head, refitted for dp, and bringing up old memories that I didn't know I had

danny phantom au where vlad is punished for his evil deeds by being turned into a cat and the fentons gotta care for him

[beautiulemeraldcreature]

Welcome to my house Scene 2

Its been weeks since I’ve written the ever so explicit epilogue leading up to the a bit exaggerated story of my conquests and ever so rising number of people who would hate for me to tell the whole truth of my story so I’ll use code names for the mitches and bitches who help me turn my life into a shit show but first I’m going to explain why I’ve been missing for some weeks. My story’s are meant to be shared even if I do only have just one fan! Shout out to you Because you’re the real MVP.

My feelings are harder to hurt these days and I know its because with every betrayal I become colder and more distant and I often ask my self does the world deserve this part of me? Why is it that the world asks so much of us but the world isn’t supposed to owe us shit?! It’s a legit question to me! People say M why arent you blessing the world with your many talents? and I say well when ever I try the world chews me up and spits me out and then wants to try it again to see if the taste was just bitter. They look at me crazy while my tone sounds sarcastic there is truth in it. Its true that we’re a little insane. Do you ever feel sorry for yourself and then 20 mins later tell yourself to suck it up buttercup? I don’t I self loathe for at least 48 hrs . I try to tell my self that I’m allowing myself to mourn all of the things holding me back spiritually and emotionally. Oh yea I didn’t mention that this shit show is a mellow drama with a dash of stranger things. I’m flaying your minds with emotion. Like most people on this planet I’m getting through a lot of heart ache and self sabotage. I have to say the man I’m mourning really did a number on me on all levels. He literally broke me and then kicked the pieces so it would be hard to find and put back together much like a jigsaw puzzle in organized if you can picture that. So I’m down on my knees looking like the peasant girl from a Disney movie except I don’t have a freaking side kick or talking emotional support animal to help me pick up the pieces. So yea I’m bitter but at least I don’t want to be. At least not to his replacement. Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone is what my toxic alter ego says to me. Now anyone who has had depression or been around someone with depression knows that being alone 9 times out of 10 is a bad idea in a broken state of mind. All the submissive blow jobs and home cooked meals couldn’t get him to stay. Did I mentioned I also lost his baby… like daaaammmnnnn I was fucked up in the head after that. Looks like I’ve finally stopped hiding my pain and embracing it. Guess now would be the time to lay all of my past failures to fucking rest in peace. Once I started asking the right questions my toxic alter ego decides she now has pride am I a narcissistic bitch? Maybe? Why do I attract narcissistic people? Do I want to be this way oh my Gosh bitch stop asking yourself so many fucking questions and come up with the answers and solutions. For those of you out here reading this dramatic rant well I needed this it is finally time for me to clap back and keep fighting the good fight. Story of my life well I’m all ways in the wrong even when I mean well. Even when I’m being provoked. so how about the toxic side not giving these people the amo for a change. Let them run out of amo and see me holding all the bullets because what’s a gun with no bullets silly rabbit. Some how even if I have nothing but bullets the story flips on me and its omg everybody run Emeralds upset she’s got a gun! And when I’m left standing here alone I thank the man or woman upstairs that I am not them and they are not me. Numerous bubble baths made by men who only wanted the fresh coochie that came out of it. A quiet little bitch, always intimidated by a strong woman. So now that we are getting back on course with the story I can start to sound less like a drunk raving lunatic. I was having trouble believing in myself the same way I used to 10 years ago. The decade has been a cyclone to Oz and wonderland and sometimes even Jupiters 300 years storm. I guess I spent my whole 20’s self sabotaging and now its time for my claim to success even if I have to be lonely for a while to get it. I have to change this pattern. So to anyone reading this going through a tough time remember you can only battle the things you can control. Let go of those negative thoughts and people that consume you. Always remember you are not always the problem nor the answer. And don’t be like me and become bitter avoid it if you can, work through it if you can’t. And again Welcome to my house!

[swashbucklery]

Kara, who wants to climb Will so bad but she's /subtle/, coming up with increasingly convoluted plans to gently get him to realize that she is 100% down to clown but homeboys just fluff and jawline. And she's just she's just done, obvs he's never going to be interested in playing naked twister, and she's tired and frustrated and she's trying to be a good person who doesn't objectify her friends, but he's so /pretty/ and she blurts out "I want to kiss your stupid pretty face OK???" then they bone

Anon, true story: I love this. I love the building frustration and that tension of desire slowly ratcheting up because Kara wants him, but also relationships are scary and feelings are scary and she has legit concerns like what if she breaks his dick and maybe it’s just easier to not??? But also: she wants to so badly??

I think as much as Will is Very Stupid when it comes to decisions like “Should I accuse this powerful billionaire of murder in a public space?” he’s still savvy enough to pick up on the fact that Kara is into him. Like, so into him. But I think he’s also mature enough to respect boundaries and not push, so if Kara says she’s not interested he’s going to Wonder but he’s also going to take what she says at face value.

However, I’ll raise you: Kara still hanging out with Will ~*~as friends~*~ and crushing increasingly hard until it builds up and she snaps and specifically like. Okay look look the thing that I want the most for them is a sexy jigsaw puzzle date that ends in kissing. Like, Kara who suggests that maybe maybe the jigsaw puzzle is too hard for her sick grandma since it’s white snow on a white background with a white house and granny’s eyes aren’t great but maybe they could do it? Together?

Kara inviting Will over to her place and ordering pizza from her favourite place and oh!! it’s also Will’s favourite place, and maybe she likes toppings that he thinks are gross so they get two pizzas, one for each of them.

Kara and Will sitting down at Kara’s table and making a space and opening the puzzle up, spreading the pieces out. Is Will a purist who insists on hiding the picture on the box, or does he like using it for reference. Does he start with the border or does he dive right in and just start throwing sections together willy-nilly? Does Kara have opinions about the correct way to put together a puzzle? Probably not but that’s part of the charm is discovering this together!!!

Kara who like. It’s not her fault okay but she just can’t stop noticing his stupid beautiful dude…attributes?

NOT LIKE THAT

(Okay maybe a little like that, but mostly it’s just like. He smells nice, Kara loves that freshly-showered-boy smell where it’s all man products and soapy and fresh. He has good hands, too, the puzzle pieces look so small and he’s so careful with them, easing pieces together so that he doesn’t dent the cardboard and it’s giving Kara thoughts about what else he might be gentle with that are just - awfully nice to think about.)

And look, Kara is patient but actually doing this puzzle is kind of boring, so 30% of her brain is kind of idly looking for the missing corner piece and the other 70% is gently daydreaming about cuddling into William’s chest and breathing in deep and it’s not her fault but it also is her fault for suggesting this as a ~*friend hangout~*, what was she thinking.

It’s so intimate, it’s so slow and by the end Kara gets into it, she’s 70% puzzle 30% boy fantasies but they don’t finish until midnight.

Will who looks so happy and proud!! They finished the puzzle!!! And Kara’s struck with this wave of just liking him and she snaps and just sighs out that she wants to kiss him and he’s so caught by surprise that he actually freezes.

Kara clapping her hands over her mouth like oh no!!! He’s probably moved on, she turned him down, she shouldn’t have said anything!!!

Will smiling at her and something in his expression changes from goofy friend smile to that good good Man Thinking About Kissing Smile and Kara just kind of goes soft because she wants him to think about kissing with her, she’s always wanted it, she was just scared.

Their first kiss is soft and slow and it sets Kara on fire, she’s missed intimacy like this so much. It’s been years since she’s been held this tenderly and she hasn’t really met someone she wanted it with but she’s here, she’s all in, both feet both lips heart-first.

[bounnostra]

daffodil.6 O bamble O pregame O re: rookie

"Hm. Yeah. Mountains, hills, all the same kind of thing really, isn't it. Need secret lair, will build. Pay no attention to the secret dog controlling everything behind reception. Might have to argue with you on the 'silent' bit of this waiting room, though. I know we've been more fortifying our defences over here more than anything, but I think my sense of hearing might have shut down for my own protection upon entry here."

Who know's what's going on right about then with all this fluid time business. But she's probably talking about Pip.

Bamble let Rookie speak the entirety of his next piece interrupted, save for a brief note of deadpan alarm as he let his phone drop from his hand without a care- not that she made any actual particular move to try and catch it for him, figuring that a bit of a weird and slightly out-there distance to suddenly throw herself. But that was nothing compared to the reaction Bamble had when the phone was pulled back up into Rookie's hand, at the very least in the context of how unmoving from her calm Bamble had been this entire time: she actually raised a hand as though to point at the retrieved device, eyes widening a noticable amount to flick her gaze between Rookie's hand a the floor a couple of times. Classic.

Before she settled again, the corner of her mouth shifting upwards in something of a defeated smirk.

"Well. Okay. Here I was, just about to go on some entire sarcastic kick about what you mean by psychic exactly. What's the weather gonna be like tomorrow on this evil mountain lair of ours, can you tell me the lottery numbers, what's your opinion on setting up a dubious looking tent here and putting a totally 100% legit crystal ball in it. But then you just go right and shut me up immediately, huh. Probably for the best. I don't know what you're talking about though, that not being 'very exceptional' or whatever. If that's not very exceptional, SHSL Psychic's probably gonna have to be able to bust us out of here by blowing up this mountain entirely mentally. Have you always been able to do that? Or is it something you accidentally unlocked in this weird skill tree of human biology by, like. Flexing a brain muscle too hard during exam season or something."

For all her ripping on Rookie not calling himself exceptional, him turning the question of talent back on her prompted a shrug from Bamble, looking down at her foot as she gently traced it back and forth over the floor a little in a classic deflection of a compliment.

"I mean. What I do has still got a good way to go, honestly. Not exactly a fully formed ability. But I, uh, work on building robots up to be able to find and rescue people in disaster zones, you know. Summit's calling me a 'Robot Behaviour Developer', which is probably one of the clunkiest ways they could've said it, but I guess it's accurate. I'm the one that came up with the whole setup of sort of just. Teaching them to do that by running them through simulations over and over I guess. So they can deal with any weird jigsaw puzzle of rubble blocking a door off or whatever. Stuff like that."

A smirk.

"Started the project so we didn't have to send as many humans into these fucked up areas, you know. But actually, you'd probably be okay just flexing your psychic muscle out there. Guess you have me checkmated on this one. Congratulations."

[thegroovyboar]

Zamboni Flaggermus Sr

Name: Zamboni Flaggermus Senior

Pokèmon: Crobat

National #: 169

Title: Bat Pokémon

Type of Pokèmon: Poison/Flying

Nicknames: He’s called with many different pet names by his wife

Gender: Male

Age: 49

Birthday: 16th of September

Sign: Virgo

Nature: Naughty. Zamboni has a boundless enthusiasm for life, and likes to shows it always being energetic  and curios on anything new. For him every new encounter it’s an adventure (And the opportunity to exasperate someone with his countless card tricks and sleights of hand).

 Held Items: Poison Barb piercing, he also has a provision of Hyper Potions always with him.

 Ability: Inner Focus (prevents the Pokémon from flinching.) Infiltrator (Passes through the foe's barrier and strikes.)

 Attacks: Cross Poison ,X-Scissor, Air Slash, Giga Impact, Protect, U-turn, Shadow Ball, Sludge Bomb, Steel Wing, Double Team, Hyper Beam, Bite, Poison Fang, Venoshock, Supersonic, Toxic.

 Weak Against: Rock, Electric, Psychic, Ice.

Height: 178 cm (5'10?)

Weight: 68 kg (149 lb?)

Hair Color: Plum purple and peacock green

Hair Length: Short and straight

Eye Color: Yellow sclera and red irises

Skin Tone: Pale (Satin)

Build: Kinda athletic, but looks slim

 Markings/Scars:  Has different scars on his whole body, gained in years of fighting

Tattoos: /

Piercings: Poison Barb pierced in his left ear.

Job: Sinnoh champion league (Formally retired)

 Appearance: Zamboni is a middle age but still good looking man. He has a vampirish appearance, with pale skin, pointy canines and a distinctive hair due. Zamboni enjoys wearing bizarre clothing and accessories, but he still looks legit and even classy thanks to his stance. Unfortunately with age his sight has got worse, so he has to wear thick glasses to be able to see. He always has a benevolent smile on his face.

 Personality: Zamboni has a great vitality and it’s always happy to discovers new things and encounter new people. He’s a really good and patient person, so he’s able to calm his wife when she’s angry or agitated. Of course he has kind of a naughty side himself: He still courts and flirts with his spouse like the very first time every time he can and enjoys to exacerbate people with his beloved card tricks. If he’s in the company of his kids he will show his final form of naughtiness with the worst dad jokes ever.

 Orientation: Heterosexual

Very Significant Other: Maledit the Gengar

Rival: He’s too good to have one!

Family: Maledit (Gengar-Wife), Zamboni Jr (Crobat-Son)Leucer (Crobat-Son)

Hometown: Ravaged Path (Sinnoh)

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 Likes: Collecting decks of cards, traveling, his most beloved wife.

Dislikes: Garlic (He’s allergic to it), people quarreling.

Fears: Losing a member of his family (especially his wife) or something bad happening to them.

Strength: Cards trick (they always work, he never stops), fast attacking/healing, dark surroundings.

Weaknesses: Poor eyesight (But can use ultrasounds to compensate), too cold temperatures.

 Battle Style:  Zamboni’s a quiet and patient man, so it’s hard for him to be involved in a fight. Of course he would accept a friendly fight, especially in duo with his wife. He’s very fast and his main technique is to individuate his foe weak spots to attack with strong moves like Cross Poison , X-Scissor or Hyper beam to end up the battle as quickly as possible. When he fights with Maledit he would likely help her surprising the enemy with moves like Supersonic or Double Team, he will also try to heal her every time he can. Despite being a poison type, Zamboni doesn’t like to count too much on only poisoning the foe, since he prefer more fast ways to win. He would use Toxic only if he needs time to better study the adversary.  

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 Favorite-

Food: Baked cardamom honey chicken (and honey dishes in general)

Drink: Blood (especially his wife’s )

Color: Purple

Season: Winter

Activity: Cardistry and card tricks

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 Background:

Zamboni was born in a small colony of Zubats that lived in the Ravaged Path, in Sinnoh. All of them were related and lived peacefully in the cave like a large family.

Unfortunately when Zamboni was still a kid, a group of criminals called team Galactic started to constructed large buildings and spread in all the region, even arriving in the smaller cities like Floaroma Town, which was near to their cave.

 Under the pretense of helping humanity and find new types of energy to use, they began actually to engage in criminal acts, more or less serious. Their grunts were unscrupulous and threatened anyone, making it dangerous to travel to the region, especially for young trainers, as it was customary.

 The members of the colony were good people, and decided to do something about it, helping as they could. Since the ravaged path was a link between Jubilife City and FloaromaTown , it was a strategic point. The colony prevented the Galactic grunts to pass, attacking them in hordes when they tried to move, limiting their advance. Since the team Galactic was often around, some members of the colony always offered to escort people between the two safe cities, especially young trainers who came back from the laboratory of Twinleaf town and were still inexperienced.

When Zamboni was 15 years old, he and his father offered to accompany towards Floaroma town a novice trainer. Gloria was her name, and although she had a decent gijinkas group as traveling companions, accepted anyway for safety.Her turned out to be a wise decision, because at Floaroma Town team Galactic was trying to invade the Valley Windworks and a big group of grunts attacked them as they arrived. Despite the number, being in six gijinka of which an adult Crobat, they managed to disperse them and to prevent the plant from being seized.

When everything quiet down, Gloria asked to Zamboni if he wanted to join his team since had shown to be a good fighter. Zamboni was undecided, because the idea of being able to explore the region with a team was really tempting, but he also knew that his family would have had a lot to do to fight team Galactic. But his father encouraged him to accept, since the colony was already numerous enough and that he could continue to fight against the team Galactic with his companions where it was more needed. So Zamboni set off for adventure with them.

 He was by nature a curious and enthusiastic boy, and since he had never gone beyond the two cities near to his cave, he could couldn’t to find out what exciting adventures would live.

In fact, two days after he was kidnapped and locked in a haunted house by a little girl as crazy as in love with him. Not being used ��to have so many attentions from the opposite sex, Zamboni developed a strong Stockholm syndrome. Eventually the girl joined his team to travel with them. Not even a three-day trip and he had already found a girlfriend, what a lucky bleeder!

 Happy and satisfied, just left the forest to the Eterna City, Zamboni evolved for the second time. and so after only a week of travel had acquired the ability to see and a couple of extra wings. Obviously all these sudden changes were a little unsettling for him, but fortunately his team proved always very supportive and helped him in every way he needed.

 In each new city they visited they always found groups of grunts that harassed the people, and so in addition to collecting badges, they also took the time to kick some Galactic ass. Which was good training too,  since as taken individually the members they were only losers, with choices of look that would have given a stroke to a Team Flare grunt. But unfortunately as they continued to clash with them, getting  more information, they discovered their dark and Machiavellian plans.

 As they arrived in Celestic Town, they had the pleasure of meeting their leader with high cheekbones, Cyrus. He, who suffered of the pathology "do a monologue revealing my evil plan" made a monologue revealing his evil plan. That was to create a new world where he could dominate uncontested, and to do that it was necessary to destroy the existing one, since there cannot be a villain who couldn’t try to destroy half of the world, or at least an entire region.

 Since were still young teens, the team decided to call the local police, unfortunately the local agent Jenny was in coffee break, and the few remaining agents were too busy to stroll around fighting eleven year-old trainers because  "suspicious". So the team sighed and left for the Mt. Coronet. Once again the fate of humanity was in the hands of teenagers. There, on top of the mountain, Cyrus (not before he had made a nice monologue) had already summoned Dialga and Palkia to fulfill his evil plan. But suddenly a portal opened, and a shadowy figure grabbed Cyrus, dragging him into it. that was Giratina by the way.

Someone theorized  that Giratina arrived to whisk Cyrus away to prevent further damage, since the proximity of Dialga and Palkia caused an imbalance in the structure of reality. But the rumors say that the truth is that Giratina was just jealous because Cyrus had called on his big brothers and not him. Giratina it’s so forever alone.

 At that time the team was satisfied the turn of events and decided to leave Cyrus to the sadistic treatments that Giratina saved for his guests, but Cynthia (another responsible adult) threw them into the portal saying that they had to go and dredge him up. And so, after a jigsaw puzzle with moving rocks that took like forever, they found themselves in front of Cyrus, and after a surprisingly tough fight defeated him once and for all. Then Giratina, at the limit of his endurance kicked them out of his Distorted world. All's Well That Ends Well.

 That what they thought, just as they remembered that they actually had started that journey to challenge the league, not beat people with bowl haircuts, so they finally headed to the league. They challenged  the champion Cynthia in a super ultra mega epic giga battle, and won effortlessly in five minutes. (Seriously what you were expecting after they were practically descended to hell and defeated a platoon of grunts alone?) And thus earned the title of champions.

 And so Zamboni continued to fight with his team to defend the title, even finding the time to start a family in the meantime. After many years, they officially retired undefeated, and now Zamboni had began to travel the world with his beloved wife in search of new adventures.

[8lettersbookstore-blog]

New Books!!!

Last April 1, we celebrated the launch of two new books by 8Letters. The first one was written by my partner Marigold Uy, an interactive notebook entitled 8Letters Psychic Research - The Cursed School. Here you are provided with a preliminary plot and default characters. You can then, add your character and continue the story on the 8-page space to write in every chapter. 

The goal behind this interactive notebook is to motivate people to write and to have fun while doing so. Here are some photos where Al Joseph of Lapis sa Kalye interviewing Marigold. 

An Excerpt: 

You first learned about them not through social media. You expected they would be on Facebook, bragging about how many spirits they’ve exorcised or how they could see the future, like most scammers would claim to make them seem that they’re legit.

Contrary to that, you heard about 8LETTERS Psychic Research through a neighbor who claimed they exorcised a malicious spirit in their house. You let the old woman share her story, unbelieving at first but eventually realized that the group might be legitimate after all.

Even as someone who has the ability to sense spirits, you were hesitant to believe that there was actually a weird team of ‘psychics’. And here in Manila even.

The second book is an anthology of memoirs by various of writers including me. The book entitled Ekspedisyon - Biyahe sa Nakaraan started from an online workshop I organized where I asked three mentors who are expert in writing creative non-fiction. Out of 40 students, only 7 finished their manuscripts. One of them was Christian Loid Valenzuela with his memoir entitled Amor Infinitus. He came all the way from Olongapo to Parañaque! On his memoir, he wrote about the death of his grandmother and his relationship with his parents. 

An Excerpt:

Natapos ang isang oras na panunood ko ngunit hindi pa rin lumalabas ng banyo ang aking lola. Akala ko ba nais niyang ng maaga upang marami siyang maitulong sa paggawa ng kalapati? Excited nga siyang suotin ang bago nilang uniporme na makukuha niya pagkatapos nilang gawin ang nasabing replika.

“Anong oras na? Umalis na ba si nanay?” tanong sa akin ng aking tiyahin na nanggaling sa likuran ng aming bahay. Katatapos niya lamang maglaba no’n.

“Hindi pa. Ni hindi pa nga siya lumalabas mula sa banyo, e,” sagot ko naman. Kung kaya’t agad naming tinungo ang banyo upang sabihin sa aking lola na malapit na siyang mahuli sa takdang oras ng pakikipagkita niya sa mga gagawa ng kalapati.

Nakailang katok kami pero walang sumasagot mula sa loob ng palikuran. Tanging ang lagaslas lamang ng tubig mula sa gripo ang aming naririnig. Kinabahan na kami dahil do’n. Puwersahan naming binuksan ang pinto ng banyo.

Jonalyn Mencias’ memoir entitled Mga Lihim ng Kahapon is about her relationship with his father, who was very strict while she was growing up. It entails how it affected her perception in life, and the changes to the whole family over the years. 

An Excerpt:

LAGI AKONG NAPAPALO noon ng aking tatay dahil magagalitin siya, dahil dito hagulgol naman akong umiiyak at pinapangakong di na uulitin ang pagkakamaling nagawa. Sabi nga ng aking ina, ako raw ang pinakamakulit sa aming magkakapatid kaya lagi akong napapagalitan at namumura ng aking tatay. Iba ang pagdidisplina niya sa amin na laging may kaakibat na pamalo. Gusto lang daw ni tatay, sabi ni nanay, na lumaki kaming may paggalang at disiplina sa sarili, dahil nga siguro sa puro kami mga babae at kailangan protektahan nang mabuti at bantayan.

Lagi siyang may tsinelas na handang ipamalo sa amin.

The memoir entitled Musikera by Raine Rillera tells the story about her love of music, the struggles how she started the band and the adventures of playing while studying. 

An Excerpt: 

The first "band" I played in was an all-girl acoustic group. After playing one gig in school, the girls and I had a falling out with each other and we never got together again to play.Then there was the 4-piece ensemble that couldn't get out of the so-called garage phase. After that nameless band died a natural death, the cute drummer invited me to play rhythm guitar for his other band. They called themselves "Empty Minds," which, looking back now, should have been a clear sign for me to go running in the opposite direction. One studio session with them confirmed my suspicion that it was, indeed, a pogi rock band. To this day, I don't know whether I should be flattered or offended that they had deemed me pogi enough to be in their band.

Afterthat spate of failed band attempts, I was starting to feel jaded. Among all the people I had played with so far, I hadn't felt that connection, that undeniable gravitational pull of a Music Bond. Putting together the perfect band was a lot like looking for Mr. Right, except I waslooking for three—or more —of him. I had no idea where to find the perfect bandmates, but more importantly, I began to doubt they existed at all. Were they all just rock fairy tales, fueled by my naïve adoration for bands such as Led Zeppelin, The Beatles and Dream Theater whose musical minds seemed to fit each other's like a jigsaw puzzle?

Even her fashion states that she is a true hearted musician! And have I mentioned she came all the way from Baguio?

I (Cindy Dela Cruz) also wrote my fair share of memoirs entitled Unang Halik. Here, I wrote about my travels in life, reminiscing how I ended where I am. Basically it was about the last ten years of my life, right after my 18th birthday where I needed to fly to Hong Kong to help with the family’s financing, and how I decided to get in a secret marriage.

An Excerpt:

UNA KONG NAKILALA si Raymart nang naging magkaklase kami nung grade 4, taong 1999. Isa siya sa mga naunang crush ko kasi ang puti at ang tangkad niya. Nacu-cute- an ako sa kanya, isang paghanga na hindi nagtagal. Katulad ng iba kong naging crush ay tumagal lang ito ng tatlong buwan. Nakita ko na kasi agad ang kapintasan niya. Masyado siyang maputi kumpara sa kayumangging balat ko. Tapos, lagi pa siyang late sa school bus. Kung ano ang kinaaga ng paggising ko dahil ako ang unang sinusundo ng schoolbus, mukhang saka pa lang siya nagigising sa pagkakatulog sa oras na siya na ang sinusundo. Naiinis na ang mga ka-schoolbus namin dahil male- late na kami dahil sa kanya. Tapos papasok siya sa bus na puno ng pulbo ang leeg at may hawak pang pandesal. Ew, pampered. Turn off. Hindi ko na nga siya crush.

Dalawang taon pa kaming naging magka-schoolbus at naging mabuting magkaibigan nga kami. Tinutulungan niya ako sa paghila ng stroller kong bag, habang ako naman ay pinagtatanggol siya sa mga nang-aasar sa kanya.

There were three other authors who couldn’t make it. Two were in overseas: Analy Midsapak and Suzi Oliva; Then Gab Barrantes who lives in Lucena.

Mystic Brew Philippines where the book launch was held, created a cozy environment for our books and visitors. Their food was great too, local pinky food with new twists!

The night was capped by songs played by Raine’s band, Koko Pyup! 

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The above beautiful photos are taken by: HIGHLIGHTS, EVENTS & PHOTOGRAPHY.