It turns out that rainy days are my sunny days. -Aeiou Anais Ventura. Warning! Typos are visible Date Published: June 21, 2017 Date End:HIATUS(madaming ginagawa legit) ©2020Kolengs_017 ©nmmsdxx (illustration)

This is actually written in Filipino. Be careful what you wish for. Lianna blames herself for the death of her sister so she decided to make herself miserable. Because of that she makes a wish she doesn't know will actually happen.. but not exactly the way she wants it to be.. And that same wish brings her to the 19th Century. -- Blurb: "I told you, I don't need a doctor." giit ko pa. Nagkatinginan lang ang dalawang babae at sabay na umiling. "Nagsasalita na rin siya ng ibang Lenguahe. Hindi kaya malakas ang pagbagsak ng kayang ulo?" bulong ng Alicia na narinig ko naman. "Anong araw na ba ngayon?" tanong ko. Sana naman hindi ako nawala sa bahay ng maraming araw kasi for sure grounded ang bagsak ko niyan. "Ika-walo na ng Enero ngayon." What? "Enero? Jino-joke-time niyo ba'ko? Christmas eve palang kagabi eh. "Wala akong gaanong naintindihan sa iyong mga sinabi ngunit nakatitiyak akong Enero na ngayon." sagot ni Diana na kunot noo na habang naaktitig sakin na para bang isa akong rare specimen. "Siraulo kayo ah. Wag niyo nga akong pinagloloko. Kung Enero ngayon, sa anong taon naman? Huwag mong sabihing 1975.." sinakyan ko nalang ang trip nila. Nagkatinginan naman silang dalawa. "Ngayon ay taong Isanlibo't walong daan at siyamnapu't dalawa na." Dahil sa lalim ng sinabi niya ay sinubukan kong maging google translator at nagcompute narin gamit ang mga daliri ko. One thousand.. Plus.. Eight hundered.. Plus ninety-two 1892? "1892?!" pasigaw kong sabi sabay dali-dali akong tumakbo palayo sa kanila at lumabas ako sa mga pintuan na nadaanan ko. Kailangan kong makatakas sa mga taong 'to! -- Join Lianna Gracia as she wakes up in an Era she doesn't belong to, wherein she lives in the body of Leonor Rivera, Dr. Jose Rizal's cousin and lover. Will she have the feelings Leonor have for Rizal, or will she fall for another man? Date started: March 26, 2019 Note: Cover photo's not mine. I only got it from google and slammed some words on it.

He was my greatest chase. He keeps me in a pace where I found myself so lost in the momentum, in a strange velocity. Why can't I see the finish line? It is a race I cannot win but still I chose to follow his footprints. Kung ang buhay ay isang karera siguro'y tatanda akong nakikipaghabulan. I like him a lot... no, maybe I love him and it's not a secret. I know all of his favorites. His perfume, his branded shoes, his voice, the way he walks, his exes, his flings. I memorize it all, though I am least on his list of favorites. He hates me, he hate my guts and the idea of me liking him. He knew I existed but he chose to ignore. I put him first but I am his last. He glares at me but I smiled. Patuloy niya akong tinatalikuran, binabalewala but still bakit gusto ko parin siya? Pero ang puso pala pag napagod, humihinto. At nang huminto naglakad ako pabalik... but why am I seeing him behind me? This is my race, my contest. I am riding my own rhythm, my own tempo. Faster... Because I am chasing after a De Buenavista.