Music, Short Stories

The Story I Started with “Iris” Ends in Different Worlds, Now on Wattpad!


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Mundo, guardian angel of the Philippine capital struggles to guide his own 8 children away from crime. Manila, a city where two worlds, the rich and the poor live alongside each other, is the backdrop as Mundo bears witness to the lives of Iñigo and Belle, a budding artist and a lost soul. Drugs, rock music, fast cars…this is a whole new world compared to Los Angeles. And even more are hiding behind their lips.

“People all over the arena floor started panicking, one by one as they bump into both of them. A police officer gets a hold of Belle, before Iñigo notices and pulls her as they run to his car. “A GTR?!” Belle panted, in disbelief. “Get in!” Outside the window, Belle peeks her head at all the ensuing chaos, unable to shield her laughter at the craziness of this particular night.”

“Next, a nearly-closed jewelry store sat on a lonely street. “Wait here…” Iñigo planned to surprise her until he noticed her shadow following him, “First impressions of you don’t last very long, do they?” They chuckle as the store owner closes up shop, signalling to each other when the lights turn off. Belle wasn’t able to contain her giggle, prompting Iñigo to give up trying to find the keys before they run for their lives.”

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Short Stories

What I Didn’t Tell Him, a Love Story Set After Iris is Now on Wattpad!

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It took some time before he left my side, reflecting on the past that he never had. Even guardian angels have doubts. But I let Jiro wander off and get lost in LA to enjoy his furlough. There has to be a lot on his mind. That’s why I left the other half of my story for another time. He wouldn’t have died, he would’ve lived a normal life in a cramped apartment with the love of his life. And he’d be happy as well.

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“Two twenty-somethings lay on the couch of a small Los Angeles apartment. It was a bit cramped, with boxes stacked on top of one another and belongings scattered about. But two people could fit in easily once they’ve settled in. At least the view of the city allowed for ample time to reflect. Jiro stretched whatever inch of him he could. He had a short-haired, slim-bodied girlfriend, but when she falls into a nap, she does it for hours. Still, not for a second did he stare at the reddening sun, or the streets bustling with tiny toy-looking cars and people in the distance.

His eyes were firmly on the girl sleeping on his chest as the TV played in front of them. Jiro’s lips curled into a smile, there was some drool on the corner of her mouth. If she was awake he’d tease her until they play with each other again like kids. It’s been ten years since he was cured of cancer. His mom never visited him, but he’s way past that stage. He’s happy living in a tiny apartment in the middle of LA and living a normal life for the first time. Some things never change, like his mom, or the chaos in the city. But they will soon.”

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Falling Into You

Guys! I just found an old writing I made when I was in high school. Lots of memories here. I just imagined how the typical average guy falls in love, what the composition of his psyche looks like. It’s funny that girls always fall for the wrong people when the good guys get no love or just receive less of it. So here it is! Enjoy:

I am the guy in the middle: not short, not tall, either; not stupid, but far from intelligent; not ugly, but no handsome guy; one who has lots to say but falters and forgets at the wrong moment; one who wants to do the noblest, most old-school and genuine of things, but always ends up not doing anything for some stupid reason like anxiety, insecurity, depression and shyness. Adults I’ve met such as Chit dela Torre describe me as mature, but for those of my age, I am as immature as that silent, unsociable high school freshman.

But there’s one aspect I won’t falter in. Once I find myself falling into you, I won’t be the bad boy type who will treat you like dirt, flirt with other girls, seek for a kiss and leave, or go beyond that line. I will accept your insecurities, aspirations and imperfections because for a person scarred like me, you are my counterpart that balances my sorrow with joy. A scarred person like me will listen to your darkest stories and your brightest ones, because I’ve been the happiest and the saddest person in the world before, just like you. I will be your shoulder to lean on, because in times I didn’t have anyone, I learned how being one for others actually makes you stronger.

I will be the one to laugh at your every joke because that’s how much you make me happy. I will make a fool of myself in front of others just to make you feel how I feel about you; because all the embarrassment is washed away when you put your arms around me and my heart stops beating for a second. I will be one to surprise you at the most normal of days because since I met you, every day has felt that much more special.

I won’t chase other girls because I have nothing worth mentioning to them but you. I am not one to be clingy, because I’m just your average Joe, and I understand how you will still look and squeal in joy and talk nonstop about Liam Payne, Zayne Malik and the rest of One Direction, or the hottest guy in school, even if I do everything I can to look good for you. I will still try though, because that nugget of admiration makes me jump deep inside every time. When the rain pours, when our lips touch, I better not melt away because falling into you is something I’ve always dreamt of.

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