Mahal kita, ikaw na best friend ko.

Ito po ay para kay PP :P eh PIpay pala kase LSS ako sa maala sirena na boses niya Basahin to the pempem and back I don't wash my body cause it's malamig-PP Time pass by and I fell more deeper-Leroy You look so kawawa so I hagis you in the trash-Mimay and more :)

Voiceless is now a published book. Where to buy it? Go to this link: bit.ly/hystgbook A story of a superfan and her favorite band. Until when can she consider herself a fan?

Talk Back And You're Dead/ Never Talk Back To A Gangster by Alesana_Marie Fan Fiction. © All Rights Reserved 2012

I didn't notice I had already reached the fourth floor of the building. I always get my ribcage almost broken from inhaling exhaling fast due to climbing long stairs, but the chaos in my thoughts as I took steps made me barely feel anything that is around. 10 minutes late and I jet my way to the corridor nudging everyone on my track and I finally become like Marlon, Nemo's dad, plopped out from struggling to swim escape the flood of jellyfishes. I was composing myself and fixing my gaze straight when the earth turned to slooooowwmooooo-tion. And a smile is running towards me. The wind cooperates, feeding my hair to my mouth. Mother of all one eyed meatballs, he's coming to me! "Number three answer book..?" I blink stupidly. "Did you finish answering number three on your book?" He asks for the second time, face quite amused of my trance. "Uh," I hold my index finger up in the air. "Oh! Right, the poem!" My hands immediately stumble through their way in my bag that's hanging on my shoulder. "Let me hold your ba--" "No need to," I retreat a step, "I'm fine." I hand him the book and walk past him and he follows instantly. Every head turned to us as we entered the door, exchanging looks with each other as if talking telepathically. It's been a year but it feels like it happened only yesterday. The feeling of his hand entwined with mine, now so much of being galaxies apart. He's already on the train while I'm still along the edge of the road, left behind with all the recollections he didn't mind leaving me every inch of them. A year ago, Oliver and I were so much in love with each other.

A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.

Happy Four Million. Book 2: Black Heiress I am thankful for the people who have read this story from it's beginning as a rookie's story. But this story will not be revised anymore. As you finish this rookie story, 'Origins of Airi' will be a comeback, and will be updated frequently. Thank you and sana po makasama ko kayo sa journey kong ito.

"It's one of those things you won't understand unless it happens to you" -Author.

you should watch diary ng panget the movie