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I thought that my life was complete,

Until one of you came.

It was long time ago,

I waited so long for you to come,

And I was so young back then,

Imagining what has begun

And hoping never come to an end.

But one day came,

It was my scariest moment.

You left me alone, with no reason.

I was devastated,

Incomplete in some ways.

I suffered, as long as you can imagine.

I was young, but my heart grows old.

I cried, like a river,

Begging you to come back.

And no one replied.

Few years passed by,

Finally, I let go the mem'ries.

I was in myself again,

I put back what's left of me

And set myself free.

Another one came,

Finally, my prayers had been answered.

Yes, we've been together,

I thought it was happily ever after

But I was wrong,

Few changes had been made,

Mistakenly in love

Nothing more to hate.

I unleashed my creations,

I created a monster out of a man.

I accept the fact that I was a loner,

I can't find what I was looking for.

I give myself another chance,

I let my life flow to the fullest

And set aside what was done,

It was inconceivable.

I've got to let go.

He came, it was a surprised,

He's all I've got

To see what this world Am I living.

But it was I who made the biggest mistake.

He suffered more pain than me,

Until, I made a choice.

I look back to what I've done.

People seems to like it,

So am I.

I was at rest, hibernating.

I focused to one thing...Myself.

I'm back...well...again,

I feel free, I can't hold back everything,

The one must let go, I give up.

Like I said, "Let them be"

If someone will come...he will come.

Well, I don't have to pray,

It is enough for me to answer what I wish for.

I met another one,

He seems different,

He let me fight to what I believe in,

and escape the hazardous urban life.

The pain of the past freezes in front of me.

"You don't have to thaw it"...

How wonderful it would be, if he's the one...

The one that will save me.

But then again... The sword that my prince owned

Was the one who killed me.

Those where the days of my fairytale ends...

The prince mounted his horse and run away.

I said to myself that's it, I had to stop,

I can't bare myself anymore...

I'm so tired and helpless,

I can't even move...

I can't even speak...

I can't even close my eyes and cry...

Dated April 6, 2005

O...eto pa isa

I'm sitting here, wondering if you're thinking of me,
Wondering if you ever dream of me,
Wanting to be with you,
To feel you, to hear you,
To be with you when you need me,
To show you my love,
Letting you know owe my thoughts
And my heart.
Wanting to show you my love,
Thinking about how I love you
And how you mean so much to me,
Wishing I'd be next to you.

As time passes by and the dark of the night
Shows no sign of light,
I pause for a while to think about the future.
How much I want to be with you every second.
I look at the moon and your have come alive
Tears fall from my eye.
A tear of happiness.
And then...a smile appeared onto my face.

How something so small, so simple, sprung a word
Full of happiness...
A word only true lovers can feel.
Love, that's the word.
Only people who's in love, like us,
Knows that true meaning.

We know how Love feels and what it truly means
Deep in our hearts, we see through each others eyes.

I want you to know, these are words that
come straight from my heart .

Dated August 30, 2005

HAHAH...

I saw my own work, it was been hidden in three years and damn I made myself laugh when I read it again. It was dated August 30, 2005. 2005! Wow! I never knew I was sooo cheesy that time.


And here it goes...


All of my life,
I have longed for someone like you,
So warm and tender,
with a love so true.


You light up my life
with each passing day,
Now that I have found you,
I will never let you get away.


Your smile, and the warmth of your heart.
The great inner kind you possess,
That what won me over,
and did from the very start.


As I sit here and think of you,
the memories of how we met
are ever so strong.
You came into my life
at a time I felt so alone.


All of my life I've longed
for someone who would love me,
for who I am and nothing more.
You captured my mind and soul,
so you, my love, you are the key
to my heart's door.


Each day we are together,
is another day in paradise.
Knowing I've finally
found someone to love me,
surely does feel so nice.


No more lonely days and nights,
for they are gone forever, never to come again.
Since you came into my life,
I have so much love
to give you from within.


And even after then...
the memory of love we have for each other
will speak to us for all eternity.
And another page of love
will be written in history.


As days go by let's you and I
keep this love we have between us alive.
As the hair on our heads grows gray,
we will look back at these precious memories of
love with a smile.


There will be no one who
can take this love away from us.
Because in each other,
we will forever put our trust.


All my life I have dreamed
of a love so true and pure, like yours.
Now that I have found you,
throughout all eternity this
love of ours will always endure.


I know we're only humans
and are prone to make mistakes.
All of our mistakes, we will work through,
for true love is our fate.

INCOGNITO: My Story To Tell

INCOGNITO: My Story To Tell

Mind the wordings...

Yes, I am no longer hold a grudge...believe me. You can condemn me from what I did, I don't blame you. But hear this, upon the present and past, I became the helper and bearer of all ill-natured marks. I am without your judgement, and though you thought I'm still at ease, I don't care about your banter anymore... you can go fu*k yourselves for all I care!

Have another idea...ish

I'm working--or rather thinking--of another story titled Memento Thirteen (or trese or 13 or...whatever suits the title). And this, and forgive me, is a love story--starcross lovers somesort. I may post down the preamble in few days...so, yeah, watch for it.

I command you to write! Damn it!

Blue Powder and CoaV will be posted tomorrow...or the next day or two. Grrr...my work is killing me!

the piano: Two Minutes of Memory Lane

Aghhh!!

I'm trying to write some scarry stuff. Nagkausuhan ng vampire eh, makagawa nga hahaha

The Last Sepir: Prelude

Title: The Last Sepir
Author: Unanimo
Language: English
Genres: Adventure, Drama, Historical
Warning: Some language and descriptive elements are not suited for minors
Status: On going
 


Fifty years ago, before Saigon fell, I fought with the Americans against the communist of North Vietnam. I was a lieutenant at that time and lost few good men and closest friends. One of them was Naduane, a woman. Yes I know, women back at that time were treated as second class soldiers, most of them were field medics. But knowing Naduane, she was different on every aspect. She disguised herself as one of us, as one of the boys as she always said, which, as I may say, ironic. She wanted to prove something...

Stupid girl, stupid reason.

But to tell you the truth, she became ironically stupid all because of me.

Because she wanted to protect me.

And on January 30, 1965, she disappeared and I never heard of her ever since.

I became a doctor after the war and searched for her. I felt her presence everytime I was alone. I knew she was near, yet she herself never want to be found. I don't know why. It appears those who wanted to be lost wanted to be lost forever. I will never forgive her if that's true. She was my twin sister, and I promised my family I will be the one who's going to protect her. We we're the only ones left from our people. So it is my duty to find her.

Twenty years later, I listed myself yet again to another military service of the United States hoping to see Naduane. The mission was in the Middle East, ranking as Captain of the 22nd Division. Same story, I lost men and she's not there.

I lost my sister, I lost hundred men.

I was the Captain of the Union Army who fought in Gettysburg when the preservation of North America in 1862 American Civil War happened... but that time, Naduane was with me, waiting from our new found home in the province called Pennsylvania, protecting our plantation. Our life back there was... complicated. I was called in a mission as more than I could count my cattle. I married on that town too by a woman named Alexandra, she was my first and my last. I had many previous lovers, men, women, young... till I met her. Although I have the ability to embrace love, I can't have children. Alexandra died before I could even say goodbye.

We flew when the war ended, and eventhough I choose not to, and before I knew it, my sister and I were in Italy, then move to Greece where I became the Commander of the Averof, one of their flagships. And that time, too, Naduane was with me. By the year 1939, Axis brought up another conflict with the Allieds and my sister was a nurse while I'm a Navy officer of the Soviet's. When the war ended in 1946, my sister I traveled across the globe and ended back in America.

I was with Naduane through all those years, through all those countries we shared to live with until... until the time she disappeared.

We we're only eleven years old when we became an orphan. My father was warrior, a gallant soldier of the Royal Army, he personally trained us all well. We live in a time where there's no room for fear and pain, but that thought became only jest to our enemies. I will never forget the day, for the very first time, I saw the fright from our father's eyes when this tall dark men came to our home. Those men whose power are kin to us.

My father begged them to leave, as so as my mother, but still they proceed. Twenty bulky, muscled men against my father was no use. And then, right then and there, I saw how they burned my brothers and sisters' so alive body, my father was beheaded right in front of my mother, and my mother was hacked into pieces. Our enemy assured their utmost intention. They assumed my parents will have revenge... if their slaughtered remains can be whole again. I know it's bizarre, weird perhaps. I myself didn't believe it first, but both of my parents said they were gifted by an everlasting life.

Sepirs.

We are the Sepirs, and my twin sister and I were innate. Only few of us was still alive and the Xalkans wants us to be destroyed completely.

I don't know what that means, my parents never explained to me, not until we reached our thirty-first year. The year when all of our aging ends.

They told us this was the gift from the gods. If this was true, I don't want any. I saw this as a curse rather than a gift. I don't want to feel the burden of living if all whom my love were dead.

We became desperate, my sister and I. We searched the world and looked for our kind. There's none. Since I was seven, all I see was war. All I see were the Xalkans. And I thought being a warrior over and over again would pay my debt by destroying the dominant so that I can honor my family, my mistake. It doesn't make any difference whether your on either side of the world. I've been fighting all my life yet I never felt free from my own self.

We survived from the world where no one knows the meaning of fear, pain, and suffering. I saw men lust for power, men who had no knowledge of death for themselves but only to others. I lived long enough to tell tales of the world and live long enough to despise every single strand of my story. Nothing has changed since I lifted my father's sword till the day greed empowered humans. The only difference from the world I lived once and the world now was the level of hatred.

I was killed more than once, I died more than once. However, how many times I had kissed the ground and saw the Angel of Death's golden eyes, it was the same count I escaped from my own grave. My life, Naduane's life were not an orthodox as per se. I am no ordinary man, Naduane was no ordinary woman. We have the same birthplace but we are not human. Humans don't die multiple times.

I wish my sister was here... I wish she was here so that we can celebrate our eight hundred and fiftieth year on this Earth.

But she's not... and I'm not going to stop till I find her.

My name is Jameru Jerac, and my last mortal name is Bastian Mayr. I am one of the last Sepir.

Hear my story...






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BLUEPOWDER 1/?

Title: Blue Powder
Author: Unanimo
Language: English
Series: Blue
Genres: Action, Drama
Warning: Some language and descriptive elements are not suited for minors
Status: On going

Codename Blue

Dante Garrett's cerulean eyes wandered around the lobby of the crammed hotel, and winced when his sight locked at the merry crowded individuals from the entrance door. He disregards their cheering, laughs, and chatting as they passed by in front of him to where he sat. People. No matter what stage of age they are, they're just annoying as kindergartens.

He shook his head and sipped his take-out coffee, opens his newspaper and absently scanned it, trying to read, ignoring the long line of people waiting for taxis that met his gaze a while ago. Right. It was the month of Christmas, so most of these people are tourist. Tourist! Minding off the bumps and loads of everyday lives! It was only second week of the December and it's already Christmas for them? That sight makes Dante's face grimaced even more.

And to make Dante's irritations grew more into a catastrophe was the red and green motif—which sometimes, and we don't know how, the outcome was gold, plastered everywhere all over the hall, heck even to his own chair, making him look like an possessed ballerina wearing a fucking green tutu. Above him, where the chandelier had placed, a sparkling lantern that winks only twice that compliments the decorated pine trees with weird feathery twin doves hanging predominantly as the song had suggested, lining up the lobby. Not only that, there's a peculiar laughing fat guy jerking the bell outside the hotel which scared the hell out of him few minutes ago. And, lastly, the freaking snow jacket-ing the metropolis—or hell, all over the state, and lots of other things related to yuletide people grasping throughout their entire year yet Dante couldn't suggest himself to be pleased about.

Blizzard crashed down Chicago yesterday, habitually as nature had always done but still these idiots beamed to their hearts content. Traditionally, Christmas had bad news and good news mingling in between. No one's give a shit about the storm, really. As long as the season of joy is here smacking your face, no one's give a damn about your numbed-freezing ass while in a traffic jam.

He hates it. He hates everything that has to do with the 'Happy Holidays'.

Well, except the additional bonuses and other things, beyond that, you can merry my ass as he always said.

He folded his newspaper and set it aside, even the cartoon section issued a lousy one today. He glanced at his watch and tapped his microphone on to his chest. "Okay, speak... who really gave this shitty order?"

"Ah... that would be the one who pay our bills?" a voice from his earpiece said, trying to humor around—though obviously it will never work. "So, how's the suit?"

"Ecstatic." He muttered dryly as he glides his hand to his lapel, sensing the rich fabric with his finger tips. It irked him. Then he took off his eyeglass, pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned. "After this, remind me to strangle you later." He said and the person on the other line laughs.

This morning, as he mentally noted, he showed his grimiest face ever in front of the mirror and cursed everyone who tried to calm his freaking outburst. He was a typical kind of a guy who fond with leather jackets and denims, fancy bikes and sports cars. Mostly his task was... let's say to kill, in other words, seek and destroy. Or, for someone who needs needy assistance, a backup. A Cleaner, so to speak. Dante's job was to make sure his team makes the job done perfectly. Mistake is not an option, it's stupidity. And that means he doesn't need pressed suits and fancy coats to display himself in public. Fuck that. He kills and that was he do best. In eight years, his radical life cycled in between college and reconnaissance. What difference does it make when a signature clothes soak in blood? Nothing. All the same. And that pisses him off now.

"Versace looks good on you."

"Yeah, right. This tie alone cost me a hundred bucks!"

"Changes was mandatory, my friend."

"I look like an idiot. Who the fuck picked this one anyway?"

"Vasquez. You looked dashing, though." the voice teased.

"Whatever."

"Situation?"

Dante sighed and cupped his hand to his chin and leaned forward at the table. "Six men—two in front of me, others just... I don't know, wandering around, obviously armed and stupid..." he glanced towards his right, "...and an old hag beside me who's freaking me out lately."

"Must be love at first sight," the voice snorted.

Dante grunted.

"Seriously, Blue," the voice said sternly, "this is your last job as a..." a sighed broke. "Could you promise me one thing? Please, please, spare me the bullshit ego."

"What do you mean?"

"You know... reckless and everything."

"I am not reckless!"

"That's not what I meant." The voice sighed deeply, nearly surrendering.

"Honestly, Green," Dante quirked his lips, "I want to give you all my last full show."

"Just be careful, okay?" There's a slight irritation from that order yet it has this worried tone in it, and Dante had this feeling he had to smile on that.

"Not you, idiot." The voice snapped at him, waking Blue's senses. "I'm talking about the job."

"Aw... how sweet of you, Green. But don't worry, I don't die easily."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"You want me to die?"

"Hardly, just make sure you get out of there alive so that you can pay whatever you owe me. Then after that you can do whatever you want. Cyanide is not a bad idea, wouldn't you think?"

"Asshole..."

"I know. See yah later."

After the line dropped, Dante stood up and walked to a nearby bar and asked for a Martini. He was about to take a swig when he noticed a familiar face of a man, not too far away from the threshold of the crowded bar. Blue has the ability to recognize every detail of a person's face since he was a child. But this one was kinda different. The light gray eyes of the man were so overwhelming he can hardly think straight. He blinked few times and glanced back again. The man was gone. Blue shook his head, having a dejavu was not practically inclined for right now.

"Waiting for someone?"

"Wha—" he almost jumped as the bartender stood in front of him. "I beg your pardon?"

"Are you waiting for someone?" The bartender smiled.

Dante narrowed his eyes at him quickly. Can't I have least a descent drink alone?

Dante tried to smile though, but that's not enough for the man in question. He shook his head and forced a smile. "No. Just need a drink."

Drying the glass in his hand, the bartender leaned over. "Sorry about that, sir. Mostly people coming here at this time of hour usually go with pairs."

"What's your point?"

The bartender blinked. "That mostly people inside this bar by this hour go literally with pairs...?"

"Well, sorry to disappoint you..." he glanced at his name tag, "... Ric. I'm single and damn happy to be one. I'm here for business matters, that's all. And for that I don't need to be with someone who doesn't give a fuck to what I'm doing..." he halted as he saw the bartender's eyes widened. Dante felt embarrassed and swigs his martini in one swift then placed the tab under the glass. "Sorry about that, bro. I'm not good in communicating. Excuse me." He slipped out from his chair and left the bar with a frowned face. "Fuck," he murmured and tapped his microphone again. "What's wrong with this people?"

"It's called 'give love on Christmas day', dumbass." A voice of a woman came through his earpiece. It was Vasquez.

"Position?" he asked, completely ignoring her answer.

"The subject's in between Fourth and Third Street. Traffic. Yahoo." She replied. "Approximately seven minutes upon arrival."

"Jesus..."

"I know. You hate this part of the year, no one blames you... except you have to consider because there's a traffic ahead..."

A slight commotion suddenly emerged from where the woman was stationed. Dante heard keyboard's clicking.

"What's going on?"

"Ah... Blue?" she said, hesitating. "We have to change the plan."

"What?"

"The subject altered his booking few minutes ago. It says here he rented a Penthouse not the ambassador suite."

Dante growled. "And you're telling me this now?"

"Hey, it says he—"

"Are you reading it right..."

"This guy was as slippery as I thought." She said, paying no heed to his sudden outburst. "He knows what he's doing."

"Wasn't it obvious?" He muttered dryly. "Damn it, Viper! Tell Green check his server next time, alright? You guys giving me a headache!"

"We're not a psychic, Blue! And perhaps you have forgotten, I'm your superior."

"Hardly notice that. Now do shut up and get to work!"

After few clicks and low murmuring, Vasquez spoke again. "Right. Blue, We have ten men guarding the penthouse, mostly the west wing. Did you count your knives?"

"Don't worry, I can manage." He answered. "Where are the others?"

"They are with the subject. You have to do your own math."

"You have to do better than that!" he growled again... then halted... or rather choked at his own breath. As he stood behind the man-made trees, he saw that someone again, walked passed in front of him, few feet away. "Whatta in a..."

"What is it?" Vasquez said.

He blinked then turned away. "Nothing... I just saw someone."

"Drinking again?"

"Not your godamn business." He hissed and brushed the thought away. "Where are they now?"

"Four minutes from where you're standing."

"Good-Red?"

"Two cars. First car; four, second; three. Eight men fully armed including the subject." Another one spoke, coming from a different frequency. Hush winds can tell he's on the rooftop from the other side of the building.

"Weapons?" Dante asked.

"Oh just a water gun." Vasquez laughed. Knowing Dante, Beretta was just a child's play for him.

"Lame." Blue grinned.

"No, they're just...too trustful. You know, Yakuza. They hate big guns. They mostly like contact sports. Like you."

Few minutes later, the people outside began to shift movements as a black limousine parked in front of the hotel with a Japanese insignia. Dante watched them carefully. Four big guys went out from the vehicle.

"Hmm."

"What?"

"Nothing. Just the first batch of asshole is here." Dante peered outside, grinning.

"I don't like that tone of yours. What's on your mind, Blue?" she asked doubtfully.

Dante widened his smile. "I just want to test that theory of yours, that's all."

"What theory?" Vasquez asked, and then muttered something as she remembered something. "Do you have to do it right now?"

"Oh no, you know me. Patience is a virtue, love. Always. If I had to die today, I just want to make sure I have all the fun before that."

"Don't be stupid, Blue! I was only joking about contact sports. Are you listening? This is the last time you ever—if you ever do that thing again I will personally jab that knife of yours to your own body!"

"Relax, honey." He said in a calm voice. "Start counting. It'll be five minutes."

Vasquez screamed something but Dante cut her off. He walked straight towards the elevator with a warm smile on his face.

TBC