A Happy Review.... / Saturday, April 29, 2006
Haha...Hey...It's been days...I'm busy reviewing for the past few days...Hello, having two consecutive review days is too stressful...So, we had an interesting lecturer by the name of Sir Jared Billena...Haha, honestly, our first impression?? Well, he's kind of...you know...But, we realized that we're wrong about him...He's the only lecturer that we've got that actually knows the subject he's teaching..whaerzz....I really like him so much...So, gotta go...See you!!!
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Photo / Thursday, April 27, 2006
"Photo"
A photo can say a thousand things
But it can't say the million things I wanna say
A photo can capture the way we were
But it can't capture the way we are
'Cause you're far away
What it's like to know you
What it's like to touch you
When you told me that you loved me were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need meand I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot
Timing lost minutes and moments
And I might be lonely girl
But I'm not afraid
In a second
It all comes right back to me
Nothing's forgotten now
Yeah everything's saved
What it's like to touch you
What it's like to know you
When you told me that you loved me were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot
You were my life you were my faith
You gave me hope every day
When you told me that you loved me were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot
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Result... / Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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Listen, Listen to the Rain / Sunday, April 23, 2006
I just want to share this story I got from Seton Notes...
Listen, Listen to the Rain
By: Wish
I sat in my room, on the window seat. The wind was blowing, making my long, black hair flow behind me. Another beautiful rainstorm... Watching the drops hit the ground, listening to the tapping on the roof and feeling the cold air, I was so absorbed in living the rain that I didn't notice you come into the room and sit across from me.
I breathed in sharply when I suddenly felt your fingertips on my cheek, snapping me back into reality. I saw myself in your eyes, and realized that there was more rainfall, this time not falling from the sky, but from my eyes. I reached a hand to my face to wipe away the tears, but you grabbed my wrist, choosing to wipe them away yourself. I looked at you, a questioning look in my eyes, but you just smiled your secret smile. I tried to tug my hand away but you didn't let go. The wind blew harder.
You slid your grip upward from my left wrist. My hand seemed so small while you held it. The warmth felt like a glove in the bitter wind's cold. You ran your thumb over my knuckles, then turned my hand over. I averted my gaze from our hands and looked at your face.
I had to look. I had to make sure if it was really you, the first and only person I had ever loved. It was. I closed my eyes, then opened them, again and again. This couldn't be real, could it? It's a dream. I know it is. In a little while, I'm going to hear my alarm clock buzzing in my ear. Any minute now...
My eyes were abruptly drawn back to our hands by the sensation of your finger tracing patterns on my palm, sending little jolts through me. I closed my eyes. Your finger trailed downward, through every line, then stopped at the base of my palm, hovering over the wrist. Lightning flashed, my eyes flew open. I jerked back my left hand, gripping the wrist with my right, hiding what was underneath.
I saw my reflection in your eyes again. I was shaking my head slowly, eyes wide, fearful... and sad. The tears started. You pulled my hand back, so gently. It lay open on top of yours, trembling. You traced every scar and every half-healed cut, your light, feathery touches sending me to heaven. Then you held my wrist, lifting it up. My heart seemed to stop as you brushed your lips against the skin. Then thunder, the loudest I'd ever heard...
I woke up, in complete darkness, still on the window seat, rain still falling, even harder than before. I didn't move, realizing that what I was leaning on, whatever it was, was rising and falling. I relaxed, feeling your arms around me, breathing in your intoxicating smell. Smiling, I closed my eyes again, wrapping my arms around your waist. The rhythm of your breath was
my lullaby as i drifted back to sleep.
I could live again.
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On Top of The World, Or In the Depths of Despair / Saturday, April 22, 2006
P.S. The lines of the title are taken from Goethe...
Sigh.
I wonder why some people compare life to a wheel...because there are times we're up, and the next thing you know, you're down already...
Sigh again.
Life is a roller coaster ride, there are twists and turns and even upside downs...but, the world eventually rights itself...
Sigh....
When we say goodbye to someone, remember that we had a moment in their story...
Another sigh...
There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.
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Suicide Note... / Wednesday, April 12, 2006
P.S. : To all who have read my story, thank you for the positive feedbacks...
Suicide Note
This is a poem I got from a friend...
This is my note telling you why
Telling you why I want to die
Knife to my wrist, gun to my head
Now to yall know I wish I was dead
As the blade runs up I scream in pain
Realizing that I sliced a vein
Now its time to say good-bye
This is the last time im gunna try
Now that’s over theres blood on the floor
I couldn’t stop cutting I cut more and more
On the bed I lay with a blood stained sheet
My death is something im ready to meet
My skin is open my bloods pouring out
My blood is starting to look like a spout
I can’t stop bleeding I can’t stop crying
And all I can think about is dying
This is my suicide note if anyone cares
You wanna see my slits and tares
No one cares about the way I feel
No one thinks my cuts are real
So f*** yall who don’t want me here
For you guys dying is just such a fear
I want to die it makes me glad
Its much better then always being sad
My eyes slowly close my life is now gone
Now I will surely be dead by dawn
My suicide note is now complete
Not everyone’s life can be so sweet
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As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Epilogue / Tuesday, April 11, 2006
As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...
Epilogue
The rain stopped. The clouds cleared up and the moon is visible again. The only sounds that could be heard are the chirping of crickets and the occasional rustling of the wind. It is over. The damage is done. There is no way to reverse it.
I walk out of my hiding place. You are so scared about what had just transpired, you fell asleep by my side. I start to walk towards the two corpses. When I reached the spot, I can only do nothing but stare at how fate has caused this tragedy. It is 1 o’clock in the morning. I should be at home, sleeping. Instead, I am here shedding some light into this case.
I walked to where the bodies are. And after much hesitation, I carefully turned over the body of the murderer and laid it beside the victim. This deed alone is enough to make one sick. I checked their heartbeat. It stopped already. They are no longer breathing. I declared them officially dead. I really hate myself so much, it makes me sick. I know that I should’ve done something. Instead, I just waited for death to ravage them and take their lives away.
Upon closer inspection, the murderer is a girl.
My suspicions were correct.
But it is too late.
I pounded my fist on the ground. I continued this until my fists were bleeding. I really blame myself for what had happened. Suddenly, I felt a hand gripping my shoulder.
Your hand.
Don’t blame yourself, you say, it’s not your fault.
I was so overcome with grief, I did not answer.
Shall we call your father? You ask.
I looked at you intently. Then slowly, I nodded.
You get your cell phone and dialed the number of the police station. I took no notice.
When suddenly, I remembered the diary.
I frantically scanned all the pages. It doesn’t matter what I might find but all I want to do is find something.
Another entry? This entry was not here before, I thought.
But, I said to myself, maybe I overlooked it.
I read this very last entry with trembling hands. It seemed like it was hurriedly scrawled into the diary, that’s why it has a big chance of being overlooked.
April 2, 2006
Just came from the doctor. Not really a bearer of good news. I contracted TB and worse of all, since it has been years since I last saw a doctor so complications developed. The doctors predicted I might die anytime if symptoms worsened.
Well, I got to carry on with my plan.
This is the only way I can think of.
To be with you until the end.
Thank you for coming into my life.
Goodbye.
As you shed your tears, don’t ever look back…
-END-
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As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Part 6 / Monday, April 10, 2006
As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Part 6
Part 6
I shivered as I read this last entry. It shed light on this murder. I now understand the motive of the suspect. And I know now that the diary belonged to him. I looked at my watch. Its almost 11 o’clock in the evening. I immediately ran to the room where you are sleeping.
But, you’re not there.
Even my jacket is gone.
I ran out of the room, searching for you. I searched all the rooms, but you were nowhere to be found. Lots of things kept flashing in my mind like the murderer found you and took you as hostage or you were murdered on the spot. I tried to push these thoughts out of my mind as I tried to find you.
To my relief, I found you leaning at the ledge, staring down below.
Hey, I shouted, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.
You just looked at me, the jacket draped over your shoulders.
Look down, you say.
With some hesitation, I looked down.
I saw two people; one lying on the ground, the other I think is staring at the person on the ground. They were under a large tree. I saw the sky darkening. The clouds were covering up the moon.
Then suddenly, it rained.
It rained so hard; I can hardly see what is going on downstairs. You suggested that we should go down. I agreed. I went back to the room where we stayed and took my overnight bag with me.
It is almost midnight. We madly dash downstairs to the lobby. We are oh so close to solving this crime. When we finally reached the lobby, I never felt so much excited in my whole life. We picked a hidden vantage point in the lobby to hide so that he or she might not see us.
We watched what happened next.
The person continued to stare at the girl’s body. Rain continued to lash in their faces. We watched closely as it placed a flower on the girl’s chest. Then it nodded in deep solemnity as it surveyed the damage done.
Suddenly, the person coughed violently. It vomited a lot of blood. You looked away, not wanting to see what will happen next. I tried to take a closer look. Then the person almost collapsed. It knelt in front of the victim’s face. It bowed down and looked at the face of the one he or she has killed. It stared unblinkingly at the victim’s eyes.
Then it kissed the victim’s cold lips.
After doing so, it collapsed on the victim’s body. It died on the spot.
All these things I have witnessed in my own eyes.
And it haunted me terribly.
(Epilogue at a later release…)
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As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Part 5 / Saturday, April 08, 2006
As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...
Part 5
I know, I’m almost there.
Those were my thoughts as I rifled through the pages of the diary. I do believe that we are progressing through our investigation. My dad’s operative called me up on my cell phone and told me the results:
Gun
-License expired at 4/3/2006
Swiss army knife
- Initials found at the blade base: F.A
Set of blades
-Same initials found
Kick pad and shin guards
-The name of the training center is found on the items.
-Called up training center and found out that the said items were missing since 4/1/2006.
Hand grenades
-Smuggled from an armory in Camp Crame 3/31/2006
I noted all of these findings on my notepad. After he hung up, I studied all that I found out. And it seemed to me that whoever it is must have carefully planned the crime.
I opened the diary to the very last page. I was shocked to find another entry.
It went on like this:
April 1, 2006
I am currently preparing the things I need. To make this plan work, I must be very careful.
I have no choice but this is the only thing I could think of.
To be with you again.
I can still remember how I first met you at school. The way you laugh, the way you talk, the way you smile, the way our eyes would meet, and I can remember it vividly.
I can still remember our first valentine’s day together, how you were amazed at my gifts delivered by the First Year students. I can still remember our first kiss, when I kissed you and you returned the favor. I can still remember out first “I Will Miss You” when vacation time started.
I can still remember how you hugged me when you told me you’d never commit suicide again. I wish I could hug you like that again…
Of course, the telephone conversations. I can vividly remember it. We talk for hours on the phone until midnight. We cover a lot of topics such as everyday school activities to being in love.
You never imagined how happy I am when you had become my lover…
But everything changed.
One rainy day, you broke up with me.
I can still remember how you held my hand then suddenly you pulled it away from me…
I can still hear myself asking you, what about us?
I can still hear those words you said to me,
“There can’t be an ‘us’…”
I fully absorbed the impact of those words.
“This is the end…my road ends here…yours is still going…don’t waste your time on me…go…your life would go on…leave me be…I…I will…I will miss you…”
Then you walked away.
I wish I just never saw you leave from me…
(Part 6 at a later release…)
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As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Part 4 / Friday, April 07, 2006
As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...
Part 4
As I browsed through the diary’s pages, I noticed that after the Feb. 4 entry, she stopped writing after that. I start to wonder what kind of relationship did the owner have with this particular person. Maybe, I thought, I won’t get any more clues after this. I almost start to give up when I came across another entry:
March 3, 2006
I thought you love me but why did you leave me? Why did you not defend me?
I asked you that and you looked down and said, “Because I love you.”
I did not answer but I tightened my grip on your shoulder.
I suddenly released my grip because it pained me.
You kneeled on the ground and pounded your fists against it.
As I start to walk away, I realized what kind of a fool I am, loving you
Then suddenly, I turned back and said these last words,
“As you shed your tears don’t ever look back.”
I close the diary with a sigh. So this is how everything had turned out for these two souls. I pity them so much. I know that life is so harsh on them. Maybe their families won’t allow their relationship to go on or maybe they had a lover’s quarrel.
But something’s not definitely right.
I look at the handwriting carefully. Then I took my hand glass and peered through it. I tried to dust for fingerprints but I didn’t get a single inkling on who the owner might be. So I decided to make notes about it. I took my notepad and my pen and started scribbling.
Crime committed
When: April 3, 2006
Where: High School building, Wuthering Heights Academy
Evidences gathered:
Before I wrote my evidences down, I took a pair of large tongs and some clear plastic from my overnight bag. I started picking up the evidences as I noted them in my notepad.
ü Set of blades
ü Shin guards
ü Kick pad
ü Victorinox Swiss army knife
ü Stick of glue
ü Bloodstained handkerchief
ü Diary
And when I came into the place where I last seen the murderer, I saw something that made me shiver.
ü .45 caliber handgun
ü Hand grenades
It seemed that the murderer is well prepared, I thought. After I gathered up all the evidences, I called my father’s most trusted operative on my cell phone to come to the school to pick up the evidences. After 5 minutes, we met at the lobby of the school and I gave him all that I found. After he left, I went back to the building.
I did not give the diary yet because I believe that it will be the key to solving the mystery.
I opened the diary again and used my hand glass to study the entries. Using all that I’ve learned about studying handwriting, I studied the handwriting carefully. This is what I found out:
Slight curve to the left-person is an introvert
First letter bigger than the rest-person is arrogant
Writing is in script
Elegant, Victorian style of handwriting
After that, I put it all together and wrote down my conclusion:
Conclusion: handwriting belongs to a girl
All my suspicions are correct. This diary belongs to a girl.
But something’s definitely wrong here.
Is the murderer a girl?
Is the person she is in love with is also a girl?
I don’t know where this will take me.
But I know, I’m getting close.
(Part 5 at a later release…)
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As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Part 3 / Thursday, April 06, 2006
As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...
Part 3
It’s almost 10 minutes past 7 o’clock. We decide to spend the night in search of clues. You call your parents on your cell phone to tell them you’re going to spend the night at my house. We can hear the thunder clapping. It’s going to rain tonight, I say. You nodded in agreement. We start to walk towards an empty classroom. When we enter the room, it is quite warm. You comment that it’s quite unusual since all the rooms are open-air meaning that there are no walls in the front of the room and there are no doors. The only rooms that have doors are the restroom and the room that once served as the faculty kitchen. Well, it’s supposed to be cold right? You added.
Well, I also noticed it but I decide to shrug it off. I am still holding the diary in my right hand. Since I’m a private investigator-in-training, I decide that I’m not going to rest until it’s all studied. I came here because dad had so many cases to handle and he decided to give this case to me. You decide to tag along. As we drove to the school, I felt that something’s wrong. And my suspicions are confirmed.
There was a murder committed here. And I have the evidences at my disposal. I decide to conduct a more thorough investigation in the matter. After all, I already know the risks involved in my business. I walk to you and ask you whether you really want to stay with me. I then explain that since we are still at the scene of the crime and still gathering clues, we might run the risk of being exterminated by the murderer or frame-up in this case. You look at me intently and you tell me that you are willing to risk it for the sake of solving this case.
Suddenly, it has become so cold we both shivered. I give you my jacket. There are footsteps overhead. I decide to check out where they come from. I tell you to stay there. I flatten myself against the wall as I listen to the footsteps. It seems like it’s approaching us.
I braced myself for the unknown.
Then suddenly, it changed direction. I saw that it stopped to where the pocketknife was pierced. It pulled the pocketknife off the wall. I almost fainted in fear because I thought that whoever it is would kill us because we have seen everything.
I was wrong.
Instead, it turned away and headed towards the stairs. I breathed a sigh of relief as hear the footsteps fading away. I returned to where you are. I am relieved to find that you are still in one piece. I smile to myself as I watch you sleep under my jacket.
I suddenly remember the diary. Since I don’t feel sleepy at all, I decide to pass the time by reading the rest of the entries. Maybe I may be able to find out whose diary is this, I thought. So, I open the diary and began to read.
I browse through the pages, trying to find something interesting. At last, after a few minutes, I found an interesting entry. It goes like this:
Feb. 4, 2006
Happiness flooded my being,
As you give your yes to me.
Perhaps this is a sign,
To reveal to you how much you are dear to me.
I hope to this day onward
Our relationship will grow strong
And the tides of forbid
Shall not prevail against it.
Forbid? Hmmm…. maybe their relationship is forbidden, I thought. Maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong. I rifled through the pages, trying to find more interesting stuff…
(Part 4 at a later release…)
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As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...Part 2 / Tuesday, April 04, 2006
As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...
Part 2
As we turn on the lights, we are frozen with the thought that the girl murdered her. Because of so much fear, we had trouble finding the switch. It was rather scary 'coz the girl might return to remove the traces of the crime. Finally, we found a lever and after we pull it, all the lights went on.
We survey the whole area. It was a total mess. Blood littered the walls and the floor. A pocketknife was pierced against the wall. A bunch of blades and taekwondo equipment such as kick pads and shin guards were strewn all over the floor.
We start to walk again as we look for more clues. We decide to enter the rooms.
After minutes of looking around, I hear a shout from you. You find a notebook on the floor. I immediately pick it up and look through it. It seemed like it's a journal of events. A diary. We sit on the floor and began to read.
The first entry is quite blurry…it looked like it was badly smudged. Upon closer inspection, we see that it’s a teardrop. A teardrop? We squint to read the text clearly. This is what we read:
August 4, 2005
As I lay my head on my pillow, you are still in my thoughts…
How could I have not noticed it?
The first time I saw you, I immediately fell in love with you.
Now, whenever I see you, all my troubles seem to fade away…
And my thoughts about you are here to stay…
At the end of the text, there are lines taken from a poem:
“And as the sunlight dim
In the blood-red sky
Your kiss becomes my refuge
And your warmth becomes my salvation…”
-Tears and the Blood Red Sky
By: One-Hit wonder
Judging from the entry, whoever wrote this is passionately in love with someone. It revealed quite a lot the innermost feelings of the writer. But the problem is, we don’t even know who the writer is or even his gender. I guess if we read the diary further, we might be able to get a hint who the author is.
But I wonder…
Is the murderer the author of the diary?
(Part 3 at a later release.)
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As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back... / Sunday, April 02, 2006
Disclaimer: This insight by the author is influenced by the different authors she encountered. Please be guided that she does not own any of the said author's stories and poems.
As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...
Prologue
Silence. A roaring silence ensued around the corridor of the abandoned school building. The only things that are audible are the rustling of the wind and the occasional knocking of the windows and doors. These are the only things that bore witness to the crime commited in this place. Shouts. Cries. The sound of feet shuffling as one tries to evade. The sound of blood splashing against the floor as one stabbed the other with a knife. Screaming that echoes through the walls. Let us walk through and see the carnage.
We walk through cautiously, as if someone might see us. The corridor was a mess, as we all might see. There is blood all over the floor and some on the walls. The silence is deafening to the ears. As we look through the rooms, i could have sworn I have seen a pair of blood red eyes staring at me. Well, I think I was just mistaken...
We continue walking. Suddenly, we hear a cry for help. We start to walk briskly. Then we start to run, trying to find where the voice comes from.
We approach the end of the corridor. The sign says, 3rd Year level. We see something lying on the ground. Upon closer inspection, we see it's a body. A body of a person almost half-dead. And oh, it's a girl. We see that she is still alive but barely breathing. She slips in and out of consciousness. She only muttered things such as "Why?" and "Please forgive me..." Suddenly, we hear hurried footsteps. We immediately jump into the nearest table. As we look, we see someone walking towards the body. You immediately react and try to stop the person but I put my hand on your shoulders and you desisted. We watch as the person approached her and we almost made an impatient noise as the person (it reveals that she is a girl!) stands in front of her. She looked down at her victim, who tries to talk but words wouldn't come out. We watch in awe as she put her arms on her and carried her downstairs. We could still hear her footsteps. Soon, they fade away.
We come out of our hiding place. Whew. I say to you. Good Thing we're not seen. You wanted to check out the place very thoroughly. I agree. We switched on the lights. And we surveyed the mess...
(Part 2 later...)
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