Yam-Yam's Note:
Alam ko disappointed 'yung iba kasi isang buwan na nga akong walang update tapos Back Story lang 'yung pinost ko ngayon at hindi main chapter... pero chill lang, wag n'yo kong isumpa sa isip n'yo. Back to back ang update ko ngayon. Dalawang chapter ang mababasa n'yo ngayong araw. Isang Back Story at isang Main chapter. Ipopost ko mamayang gabi 'yung Chapter 53 promise! Magpapahinga lang ako lol.
Nga pala, para sa mga nagtatanong at nagrereklamo dahil inabot nga ng isang buwan bago ako nakapagupdate, let me explain. Kaya ho natagalan 'yung update ko ay dahil may new original song akong ifefeature sa Chapter 53 na sobrang vital sa update. Mahirap gumawa ng original na kanta. Susulat ka ng lyrics, papagawan mo ng tono, irerecord mo. Busy 'yung mga katulong ko sa paggawa ng kanta (may trabaho) kaya weekends lang namin naaasikaso. After mairecord 'yung kanta, ieedit pa 'yung record dahil hiwalay ang record ng instrument sa record ng vocals. Matapos maedit 'yung kanta at pwede nang gamitin, gagawan ko pa 'yun ng lyric video na matagal ding gawin, mga isang buong araw kung mag-aadik ako sa pag-eedit. (Ayaw ko kasi ng binastang lyric video). Ganun karami 'yung prosesong pinagdadaanan para sa iisang chapter na may ifefeature na kanta. Ganun kadami 'yung effort. KUNG ALAM N'YO LANG. (Well ngayon alam n'yo na, kasi sinabi ko lol.)
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What is Love?
Love is taking off your mask, letting someone see all of your flaws and cracks.
Love is accepting someone after taking off his mask, kissing all of his flaws, and pouring love into all of his cracks.
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Behind every person is a story...
Behind every action is a story...
Behind every story is another story not yet told...
Ever wonder kung bakit kahit two na nang madaling araw, wala parin si Rocket sa kwarto nila?Well, here's the story behind it.
BACK STORY: Of Masks and Chess Games
AIR's POV
Once upon a time, there lived a boy, who had never seen a mirror; who had never seen his own reflection.
Whenever he would ask his parents, "How do I look like?" They would always tell him, "You look like a precious piece of gold, my dear."
So all his life, the boy thought, he really looked like that: a precious piece of gold; a beautiful, shiny treasure. He believed that, all his life. And he was proud, very proud.
Then one day...
Then one day, he became greedy. He decided to go out; decided to get praise and approval from other people, aside from his parents.
For some reason though, the people he met outside, they all gave him looks of disgust, instead of looks of approval. They all whispered bad things about him, about his face.
"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with my face?" The boy started wondering.
He kept wondering as he run back to his house.
He kept wondering all night long.
And then...
And then he found himself going somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. He found himself standing in front of something his parents told him never to look at: a mirror.
