<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967</id><updated>2011-08-04T04:53:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-i'll-look-after-you-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967.post-7316419769087651551</id><published>2010-01-25T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:27:30.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 4 - I'LL LOOK AFTER YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;CHAPTER 4 - I'LL LOOK AFTER YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stiil at Travis and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terrence hotel room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was shocked alright, but not because of Travis having a son already. Its because I didn't expect to meet them here. I'm not ready right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Truth is, I already met Terrence before. I even live with them when I was 21, the time Krisha left already, the time my brother was still living with Mom and Dad at the States, the time I was in my most depressed stage, the time I was alone, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I live with them for a month because I wanted to be rebellious. But it turn out to be the most wonderful month of my life. That time, I was sure I was really am in love with Travis. Everyday, I see him, talk to him, eat with him and sleep at the same house with him. It was so amazing I felt like I was in a fairytale. But then again, fairy-tale's were not real, so my fantasy had to stop too. The mother of Terrence, Stephanie, found out that Travis was keeping Terrence, she didn't know because she was on a trip somewhere in South America with his boyfriend, and so she left Terrence with her parents, and Travis grab the opportunity to spend the time with Terrence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But after a three week vacation, she got home finally, and found out about his son. And to make things worst, she saw me living with them, so she got really mad and created a scandal outside Travis house. Her parents came immediately that time and calm her down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They apologize for everything and left with Terrence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got depressed again because of that, because for three weeks, I treat Terrence like my baby brother. and it feels like everyone is leaving me. Travis' house was never the same again after Terrence left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One night he caught me drinking on the terrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Hey... Are you okay?" he asked, getting a drink too. "Of course, I just miss Rence a lot." I said looking at the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Yeah, I miss him too. This house was empty without him. But cheer up, we'll still see him, I heared Steph is having a fashion show in Paris next month for 2 weeks, so that gave us chance to spend the week with Terrence again. Maybe we can go to Disney Land then or something. What do you think?" He said smiling at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"That's good. Disney Land's great. I'm sure Rence will like it a lot there." I said, feeling sad and happy at the same time. "Hey, why are you sad? Don't worry alright? We'll see him soon, you're too impatient." he said with a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"No I'm leaving the day after tomorrow already. I'm gonna visit my parents and brother in the States..." I said facing him, he kinda look shocked and confused, "I decided its time that I talk to them, and understand them. I wanted my life to be okay. I wanted to start a new life with them. I wanted to love them and be with them because I don't want to live in&amp;nbsp; hate anymore, I realized everything when I was here with you and Terrence. I realized I wanted to have a happy family too. So I decided to leave and be with them." I said holding his hands. "But..." he then said, " Ssshh, I'm not done yet. I really wanted to say a lot of thank you's to you. You don't know how much you helped me. Thank you for letting me stay here Travis. Thank you for cheering me up. Thank you for accepting a lost little girl like me. Thank you for making me happy. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for teaching me a lot of things. Thank you for every little and big thing. I'm so grateful to have you in my messy life my Travis." I said and gave him a tight hug, tears flowing n my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He hugged me back. "You don't need say thank you cute little sister. I did all that because I love you and I wanted you to be happy always. I was once like you, you know that right?. Lost and confused, but everything changed when my Dad died. I have to take responsibility for everything. I was still young and enjoying teenage life at that time, but you're one of the people who told me I could do it, that I should do it for my Mom, for my son. I become who I am now, because of you. So you shouldn't be saying thank you. I should be the one doing that. Thank you my Francine. You are one of my angels. And don't forget that you are my baby sister not forever, but for always."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I saw Terrence early on the beach, I felt really comfortable with him already. Because I felt his warmth. The warm he and Travis have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I remember the first time he told me about Terrence, I was shocked but it was fine with me. We've just known each other then for more than a year at that time, but Iwas surprised that he trust me that much to reveal his deepest secret that he kept for a long time to his mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And that was the start of everything. I began to really trust him too, became more close with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was in the 3rd year of our friendship that I felt in love with him actually. And it hurts me knowing we cant be together. Even if we live at the same place because he have a responsibility already. Terrence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was Christmas eve, 7 years ago.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He called me "Hey cute! Merry Christmas!" "Likewise big brother" I answered giggling. I was kinda drunk. "Hey, you're drunk!! I'll tell your mom your'e drinking again!" He said teasing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Go ahead you alcohol addict yourself" I dare. "As if they would care... and besides it's Christmas eve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;for crying out loud!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Fine, fine, but just this once, okay? I'm a guy, and you're a girl, its not good for girls to drink."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Fine, so how are things going? You havin fun there?" I asked. "Sure am!" he answered, with a laugh then I heard a girl talking on the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Yeah wait, babe.. just a minute" I heared him say. "Hm hello cute? You still there?" he asked. "Aye" I answered. "Sorry, but I have a hot date tonight. Ya know. Tell you about it some other time arayt? Have a merry Christmas my cutie, love yah" He said and hangs up. "Love you too..." I whispered too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've known Travis for almost 3 years now, and I know he treats his girlfriends like clothes, have to be new always. He's born playboy, he's like a demon to girls, will provoke you, promise you heaven, but leave you in hell. That's one of the reasons I'm grateful that I am his friend, his little sister, because he will never treat me like his girls, I have no expiration. Somehow I feel more special, more loved. But only as his sister. and sometimes its not enough for me. Though I know he would never see me that way, and that hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Cute?" He texted me. after a week of not communicating with me. I expected that already. He's like that when he have a new girl. He will treat the girl like his queen for a week, then leave her crying and heartbroken. That's the expiration of a girl for him, a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Again, I feel happy that I'm not one of his girls, because we've been friends for almost 3 years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Though sometimes I think of giving up that 3 years for a week in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know he misses me, so I called him immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Yes my Travis?" I said when he answered his phone. He laughed, and the sound made butterflies in my stomach. "Nothing. I miss you ya know, hows life? I'm with Terrence now by the way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Oh" I was kinda shocked and happy for him. "Everything's fine, and still the same, mom and dad still don't care that I am still existing. And oh, give Terrence a hug for me." I said. He laughed again. then answered, "Oh sure, but hug his daddy first.." He said teasing me again. I giggled like an idiot "Huh, you wish." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We talked about a lot of things that day. He mentioned about the girl last Christmas eve. He said the girl was a spoiled brat and always want to go shopping, that's why he left her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He mentioned about 2 new girls he's interested with. I listen and answered on everything, but disagree most of the time. We are always like that, always disagreeing with each others idea or opinions. And that's what made us closer actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back in the real world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:15 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travis hotel room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Hey.. Travis! I didn't know you're here! Oh my goodness.." I said then gave him a hug and a kiss on both cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Yeah, it was nice to see you here! Why are you here anyway? Hmp. I thought you hate the ocean." he asked, while dragging me to the sofa, holding my hand. Just like the old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm on a vacation with my brother and cousin, remember Krisha? Oh well, yeah I still dislike the water, long story. " I answered, looking in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Okay. I have time, tell me... come on. Were best friends!" He said tickling me. I giggled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Stop that! Maybe some other time... tomorrow maybe, I really have to go now." I said standing up. he didn't let go of my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"But we just saw each other! And besides didn't you miss me? Or even your favorite Terrence? Remember, he used to follow you around all the time when you use to live with us!" He said showing his puppy eyes. His expertise on pleasing women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I laugh "You cute little thing, don't be so immature, of course I miss you both a lot! But my brother must be looking for me already." Then Terrence step out in the living room again, with a shy smile, "So it was you! You don't look like my first crush. You are my first crush!" he said walking towards me. "Ate sweetie, please don't leave yet. I miss you so much, dad too. He mentions you a lot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I smiled naughtily looking at Travis. "Really?" He nod like a small kid. "I miss you too darling but now is not the right time. We'll still see each other, I promise. We're here for a vacation too, for a week! Isn't that long?" He nod and hug me! "Yehey!" he said. "You'll play with me again!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"What about we start that bond now?" Travis said. "We can meet your bro and cousin now, the more the merrier right? Then we should go to dinner all together! That would be fun, right Terrence?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Oh... I dunno..." I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Yes! Yes! Please sweet one? Please please please????" Rence said jumping out and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Alright then" I said rolling my eyes. Travis is smiling at me and I gave him a warning look. "If it wasn't for you my little Terrence..." I said pinching him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We headed all back in my room. Terrence asking a lot of questions about me. Whats my job, where do I live, can he visit me? ... do i have a boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I kinda froze to that before I answered, I look at Travis first, he doesn't seem to notice so I just chatted away again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We went to a fancy resto for dinner, Travis' idea. His treat, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Terrence and Gab, my brother, seem to like each other already, because of the famous avatar and all the games they have in their psp's. Unsurprisingly, Krisha likes Rence a lot too, he find him very adorable, Rence find Krisha cute too, that's why he declared that krisha is his crush already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They decided to go out on the beach to play after eating dinner, and that left me and Travis alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He asked me if I wanted to take a walk, I said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We walk near the ocean, where I walked earlier before seeing Terrence, again he hold my hand. "So... What's the problem?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I knew it. i couldn't hide anything from him, he always sees through me "its Krisha... she cant have a... baby. There's something wrong." I answered looking at him. "I wanted to help her, to make everything okay for her, but I don't know how... I feel so stupid and useless" I said, tears starting to form in my eyes. "It hurts me to see her in pain. All my life she fix everything for me, but now... she's the one in need, and I cant even help her!" Travis hugged me, telling me to calm down, "Ssshhh, dont cry. Its not your fault. everything will be ok, I promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"But there's no way... she already consulted the doctors, its her. She has the problem." I said looking up at him. He wipe my tears. "Then maybe she's not meant to have kids. Its harsh but hat's life dear. We cant have everything we want in this life, and thats the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"But.. no! You can't say that! I know there's a solution! Why her of all the bad people in this world? she's so nice and kind... all she wanted is a baby! No no... you're wrong! Everything has a solution. Its not meant to be like this. I'll find a way, I promise..." I said wiping my tears, and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he chased me. "Wait up!" he shouted holding my hand again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell that, but its the truth you should accept it my Francy" He said looking straight into my eyes. "We are adults now, we are not living in fantasies anymore, everything doesn't have a solution, that's the truth. Sometimes we just got to accept everything life has to give to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I know... I'm sorry too. But I just cant accept that now. I have to do something. O owe my life to her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Okay then. I'll help you. I promise. But please calm down now. We should get back now, its getting late... lets go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We got back in our room late that we already saw the three of them sleeping in the big sofa together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gab heard us, and so he got up and go to his bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I walk near Krisha and Rence. Rence look so peaceful and beautiful sleeping. like an angel. Krisha looks so pretty and peaceful too, but theres a trace of sadness and tiredness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm sorry couz. Don't worry, I will do everything to make you happy again. Now, I will be the one who will look after you. I love you so much" I whispered and kissed her on the cheek. She then woke up, and I turn around to hide my tears to her. "Cousin? Is taht you? Oh, I'm sorry, we fell asleep." she said standing up. "It was tiring to play with this hyper kid here, but it was so much fun." She said with a big smile then she kissed Terrence and went to the her bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I knew at that moment that she really wanted a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Its okay" Travis said, "I'll just carry him, it happens all the time" he then lift Terrence in his arms and said goodbye, kissing me on the forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Don't worry okay? I'm here, I'll look after you. We're best-friends for always right? Now, get a nice sleep my cutie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Okay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212322534460200967-7316419769087651551?l=ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7316419769087651551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212322534460200967&amp;postID=7316419769087651551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/7316419769087651551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/7316419769087651551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-4-ill-look-after-you.html' title='CHAPTER 4 - I&apos;LL LOOK AFTER YOU.'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967.post-3737762407680112892</id><published>2010-01-07T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:23:34.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 3: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHAPTER 3: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I decided to take a week leave from work so that I'll be able to hang out with &lt;b&gt;Krisha&lt;/b&gt; more, especially now, because of her not so good situation. I always want to be with her, to watch and see her every move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We, my bro, Krisha and me, decided to go in Boracay, even though I hate beaches, but for her sake, I agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I invited my boyfriend&lt;b&gt; Carlo&lt;/b&gt; to come with us, but because their company is almost at the top now, he just can't leave work, unlike me, who can take a break because my position in that company is not that important yet. I am just one of the assistant engineers, so basically, our head engineer is the one in charge of a lot of work now. And as an employee there, it is still my right to take a leave from work. And besides, I already finish my report until next week, and that made me free for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know Carlo needs me too, because of all the pressure and all that, and I wanted to comfort him, to be with him, but Krisha is my first priority now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We arrived in Bora at 4pm. We checked in to a modern hotel which have high-tech amenities, business center and gyms. &lt;strike&gt;Cool&lt;/strike&gt;. Then Krisha and my bro decided to swim already, but since I don't swim, and thank God Krisha understands that, I told them I'll just take a tour around. And that is not a lie, because its my first time in Bora, and I really want to see the mount luho, boracay rock and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I took a walk by myself, wearing my blue cut away monokini/bikini with my see through yellow summer dress and a matching cute hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I saw the Mount Luho, but I think its too much for me if I'll climb it without Krisha and my brother, so I decided to save that activity for the next days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I decided to sit near a rock when my feet got tired from walking, the view is spectacular. Looking at the ocean can really be relaxing and peaceful... BOOGSH! someone accidentally hit me a ball in the head! &lt;i&gt;ouch. &lt;/i&gt;I feel like my head is spinning. I immediately touch my head if there's blood or something, but fortunately its just a small bump, then a boy about 10 years old, came rushing to me. I can't really see his face because of my situation, but somehow I feel safe with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry" he said, tears are starting to form in his eyes. "I was just playing the ball, I didn't know... I'm sorry, are you okay? Please come with me in our room so that I'll put medicine in there... please come." he asked while inspecting my head and urging me to get up. I got up and answered, "Okay". I still feel like my head is spinning, so I agreed to go in his room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;While were in his living room, he gave me cold water to drink and an ice pack to put on the bump in my head. For a 10 year old, I thought he's smart to actually know how to cure me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Thank you" I said when he put the ice pack in my head. "Where's your dad?' I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"He's at the beach, he said he'll look if we can do skimboarding later. But miss, please don't tell Dad okay? He'll be mad at me." He said teary-eyed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I had to laugh at that. "I'm sorry, its just that your too nervous, its okay. I am okay now, you saved me." I said with a smile and hugged him because he's crying now. "Thank you miss." &lt;i&gt;He really is just a child&lt;/i&gt; I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I already feel better, I began to see his face clearly. He really is just a kid, a handsome kid, I must admit. He has chinky eyes, a pointy nose, thick eyebrows, and cute red lips. He's face is kinda oblong, with firm cheekbones. He kinda look like a teenager already because of his height, he must be 5'3, too tall for his age. But above all that, his innocence is still there in his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was curious about him, so I still stayed after feeling okay already. I didn't know but somehow, his face is familiar to me. Like I've seen him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He told me his name is Rence, he is 9 years old and I told him to call me Ate France, because I am older than him but he asked if he can call me "Sweetheart" because his first crush looks a lot like me, I laugh and told him okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then, I asked him where his mom was, he told me she's in a business trip in Milan, that's why his dad and him were able to be together. I asked him why is that. &lt;i&gt;I know its wrong to asked a lot of questions to him, but I was curious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"They're not together. I was raise by my mom, mostly by my grandpa and grandma because Mommy is always busy, but Daddy always visits me. But Mommy doesn't really allow me to spend more than a day with him, that's why we took this chance to hang out." He answered honestly, little trace of sadness in his eyes, but the innocence never left his aura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I feel pity and amazement about what he said, because despite everything he's going through, I can't feel hatred from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Not wanting to make this little child sad, I told him I've got to go already. He told me to wait for his dad, because he wants me to meet him, but  I told him my brother must be worried about me already. And so he agreed, and just told me to stop by and play with him some other time again. I said okay, then we went to his door, then he hugs me before I leave. "See you later ate sweetheart" he said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Terrence... who?" someone asked from my back. Yeah, I almost run screaming when I heard that voice. HIS VOICE. Terrence? Rence! Omg. Stupid. I should have known from the start why this little kid is familiar to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rence suddenly let go of me and run from where the voice is. "Daddy!" he shouted. "I want you to see someone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Its my turn to turn around now, and I know there's no way I can hide now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I count to three in my head before turning around... 1, 2... 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was right. The voice belongs to the man I fell in love before. My bestfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212322534460200967-3737762407680112892?l=ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3737762407680112892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212322534460200967&amp;postID=3737762407680112892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/3737762407680112892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/3737762407680112892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-3-expect-unexpected.html' title='CHAPTER 3: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967.post-5941534299140426065</id><published>2009-12-31T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:35:59.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 2.5: LIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHAPTER 2.5: LIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For many months, we had lived and survive through pretending. We would fake a smile like nothing is wrong between us. And it hurts me so much that the old &lt;i&gt;'us' &lt;/i&gt;is gone. We were like strangers living at the same home. I don't even know if it was proper to call it a &lt;strike&gt;home,&lt;/strike&gt; when no trace of happiness can be detected in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was two days before Christmas, when I can no longer handle the guilt and the hatred&amp;nbsp; I am feeling on myself and on everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I decided to confront her. I was half drank. I didn't want to drink, because I know she hates it when I drink, but I just did because I needed the courage to tell her everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cousin! cousin open the door! please!"&lt;/i&gt; I shouted banging at her door. &lt;i&gt;"we need to talk! Cousin..."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Finally, she opened her door, rubbing her puffy red eyes. I know, that for many months now, she was always crying herself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What's wrong France? Is there something wrong? Are you okay? Please calm down, you're drank..."&lt;/i&gt; she asked full of concerned in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You asked me what's wrong? EVERYTHING IS! Am I okay? I'm not! You are not! We are not okay! I've betrayed you cousin, but you said we'll just fucking forget about it! How can you say that we'll&amp;nbsp; all forget about it? Huh? How can you even forgive me? How can you not be mad at me after what I've done? How can you pretend you're okay and that you've moved on when you've been crying yourself to sleep every single night? Do you think I don't know? Do you think I'm that stupid? Huh? Why don't you just hurt me! Be mad at me! Just please do something because I can no longer handle seeing you that way! Please stop being nice when you're already hurting...Its killing me seeing you like that..."&lt;/i&gt; I said with all my might, tears running down with both our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She then came closer at me, and look me straight in the eyes, "&lt;i&gt;Do you know why? Because I love you too much that I don't want you to get hurt. I love you too much that I'm willing sacrifice my own happiness, just to see you smile... And if its Christopher you want"&lt;/i&gt; I saw in her eyes, that its painful to even say his name.&lt;i&gt; "then I am willing to sacrifice."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was confused to her last sentence. She thought I wanted Chris? What???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What was that? Chris? You thought I wanted Chris? No, no... no" &lt;/i&gt;I said shaking my head, confused.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What No? I thought you like him! that's why you always look pissed whenever we're together and sweet. And you always tell me, our relationship was too boring and all that. I always have my suspicions, but I don't want to judge so fast, that's why when you told me something happened between you and him, I accepted the truth that you do want him... "&lt;/i&gt; she told me, confused too.&lt;i&gt; "I was right, right? or not?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No, you are wrong couz. I was always pissed when I see you both together because I hate seeing happy couple, because my mom and dad's marriage never seem to work out"&lt;/i&gt; I said tears was starting to form in my eyes again, remembering my parents. &lt;i&gt;"And about what happen, it was all just a mistake. He came drank here, and I was drank too, because I was heartbroken by Rob, remember him? the asshole who two timed me? Anyway, when Chris came, he thought I was you, and I thought he was Rob asking for forgiveness, that's why I gave in. I promise I didn't know it was Chris, until morning. I was so scared at that time that you would found out, but he told me to tell you the truth, because he doesn't want us keeping something like that to each other. Even if it will hurt you, because he knows you hate lying. He told me, we should not escape from the truth, and the truth is telling you what happen. We decided to tell you cousin. That day you saw me crying, he just called that night to tell me he was on his way. But what I really want to say is he is a good guy couz, he really is. And I know that he loves you so much that he was afraid to hurt you, but at the same time, he was scared to lie to you too. Truth is, after all this time, he still checks on you. he always asked me how have you been, if you've been eating right and all that... "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh! I thought you were kinda getting together, that's why he calls often... " &lt;/i&gt;she interrupt, a little smile on her still confused face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No, that's bull. The way you think, you know that? haha. Anyway, we know, I know, its our fault. It was a big mistake. A big scar that can never be erased in our hearts, especially in your heart. But still, I never stop hoping and wishing that everything will be okay in the right time, when the wound we created will heal. And I wish that at that time, our old relationship will come back, the way we used to be. The old us. Because I really miss you so much couz. I miss the old us... When you're not by my side, those nightmares keeps on coming in my sleep again, because you were not there to color my dull world... " &lt;/i&gt;I said crying hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She hugged me tight and said &lt;i&gt;"You don't have to say sorry dear. I should be the one apologizing, for treating you the way I did, for the last couple of months. I'm sorry dear... For not being there for you..."&lt;/i&gt; I shake my head to say no&lt;i&gt; "But if you think you did do something wrong, then you're forgiven. You will always be forgiven, because you are my baby forever. Remember that okay? Now don't cry... ssshhh. I'm here now, I will not leave you anymore."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We hugged and cried that night, until I remember about Chris, I still owe him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Couz?"&lt;/i&gt; I said. &lt;i&gt;"Yes dear?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Remember that he loves you too okay? There wasn't anyone else, it has been and it will always be you, I know it. I see it the way he looks at you."&lt;/i&gt; I looked at her to see her reacton, and I can see that there's no need to tell her anymore, because deep inside her heart, she knows too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She smiled and said&lt;i&gt; "I know dear, trust me I know. And I love you both very much too. More than my life. And I know that I was stupid for getting you both out of my life for months. But I've learned now, and I have decided that i will love you both for the rest of my life. You two, are the most special here." &lt;/i&gt;She said pointing at her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I smiled and hug her to sleep. And for such a long time, that was the first night that I've fallen asleep without my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212322534460200967-5941534299140426065?l=ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5941534299140426065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212322534460200967&amp;postID=5941534299140426065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/5941534299140426065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/5941534299140426065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-25-lies.html' title='CHAPTER 2.5: LIES'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967.post-6578266092654484150</id><published>2009-12-31T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:32:33.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 2: LIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHAPTER 2: LIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:15 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner date was stunning. I was in a total awe when he led me to the rooftop of his condo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rose petals are scattered everywhere, there are pink and white candles lighted on the side, and there’s a band singing “like only a woman can”. The song he dedicates to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to cry but I cried when I saw all that. I can’t help it; I was so touched by what he had done.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s one of the things I’m grateful about Carlo, he always surprised me. He always, always managed to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then took my hand and led me to the table where he prepared a candle light dinner and gave me a bouquet of pink roses, my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate these kinds of things. I always thought it was too cheesy, that it’s just so yesterday kind of thing. But I was proven wrong now that it’s happening to me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is so wonderful honey, thank you…”&lt;/i&gt; I said hugging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You don’t need to thank me honey, you’re worth more than this”,&lt;/i&gt; Carlo said looking at me with intense eyes. I was so touched by what he said that tears started forming in my eyes again. He then leans down to give me a sweet kiss on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy chronicling my date when my Brother knocks in my door asking me to have a movie marathon with him and my cousin, Krisha, who just arrived when I was out this early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Krisha&lt;/b&gt;, as I told you, was my cousin, my closest cousin actually. She was almost like this journal. She’s like a sister I never had. When my mom and dad are so busy and all that, she was there for me. She was the one who comforted me when I’m sad, the one who cheered me up when I was depressed, the one who fights for me, when I was hurt by some stupid guy, and the one who celebrated with me in times of my success. She was the kind of girl, that will sacrifice her own happiness for the people she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10 years of my life, she was the one who was there to teach me everything I needed to learn about adolescence and growing up, because my mom was not there to guide me in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only 4 years older than me, but she manages to be a mom to me, a friend, and a teacher. But that all changed when her boyfriend, Christopher, asked her to marry him and she refused and told him she’s not yet ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that she’s just thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was the first time I saw her cry that hard, that’s why even if that decision will change everything between our relationship, even if it means she’ll leave me already, I told her to accept the proposal and be happy with him, because I don't want to take away her happiness anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her not to worry about me because I can already take care of myself and that its time now that she thinks of her happiness now rather than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called Chris right away that night and accepted the proposal and they got married, me being her maid in honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a happy and sad memory for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:45 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear...”&lt;/i&gt; Krisha called outside my room, she always calls me that, because for her, I was forever her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Cousin!”&lt;/i&gt; I shouted and hugged her tightly, &lt;i&gt;“I miss you so much”&lt;/i&gt; I said crying now.&lt;i&gt; “Sshh, don’t cry. Its okay my baby. I miss you too.”&lt;/i&gt; she said hugging me tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been 2 years since I last saw her, the day she and her husband decided to live in California, to start a family there. She was just here for a short vacation, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched tons of movies that night, but we didn’t really get to concentrate because we talk non-stop about what’s going on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve mention seeing Travis again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she knew about him, she was the only one who knows about my secret love for him before. She witnessed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FLASHBACK 9 YEARS AGO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;our kitchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“No I’m not! You’re the loser! hahaha”&lt;/i&gt; I said to Travis on the phone. I was talking to him again, goofing around actually. It’s been a year since I first met him online. Now, it seems like were best of friends already. Everyday, we would text or call each other and talk about silly stuffs. There was never a time he forgot about me. He always manages to text or calls me at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Dear!”&lt;/i&gt; my cousin called from the living room. &lt;i&gt;“dear!”&lt;/i&gt; she called out again. I didn’t answer straight away that’s why she decided to go in the kitchen to check on me. “&lt;i&gt;Hey, who’s? …”&lt;/i&gt; she asked. &lt;i&gt;“I’ll tell later”&lt;/i&gt; I mouthed to her. She nod and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“So, who’s the mystery caller?”&lt;/i&gt; she asked as soon as I sat down on the sofa beside her. That’s when I spill it all out, from how we met and all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning from the delicious smell of pasta being cook in the kitchen. &lt;i&gt;Cousin&lt;/i&gt;.I smile to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about so many things last night that the sun was already out when we both decided to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me about her life as a wife. She said it was the best feeling in the world. That no matter how tired you are from work and stuff, just knowing that your husband was there waiting for you, makes everything okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, after 3 years of being married, they still couldn't bear a child. And that's what hurts her the most, because she fear that she has a problem, that she doesn't have the ability to give Christopher a child.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She cried so hard last night that I couldn't almost make her stop. She's suffering so much, but I can't do anything about it. I felt so useless. All my life she she was always there to fix everything for me, even if at times she knows it would cause her pain.She was always there to make everything alright. And now she's the one in need of help, I would do a anything to help her, even if I don't have any idea how, but I promise to do everything just to repay everything she has done for me. I don't like seeing her hurt and miserable again, I promise, I will make her happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FLASHBACK 7 YEARS AGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was in college. I remember clearly how I had hurt the most important person in my life. The one who loves me the most. &lt;strike&gt;Krisha.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:45 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;garden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What's wrong dear?"&lt;/i&gt; Krisha asked when she saw me crying.&lt;i&gt; "nothing.. its nothing.&lt;/i&gt;" I answered trying to wipe my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hey.. talk to me. You know you can trust me right?'&lt;/i&gt; she said looking straight in my eyes, trying to comfort me. That's when I felt I can no longer handle everything. I broke down in tears and told her everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I slept with Christopher couz.." &lt;/i&gt;I saw her get shocked. &lt;i&gt;"I'm so sorry, it was a mistake, I didn't mean to, I don't know how, we're both drunk, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry..."&lt;/i&gt; I said crying so hard now, I am not even sure if she understand a thing I said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Instead of getting angry at me, as I expect her to, she didn't. She comforted me instead and told me I don't have to say sorry, it was not my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She told me, Chris already told her, and that everything's fine. That she completely understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and that we'll all just forget about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Days later, I just found out she and Chris broke up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I asked her why, she just smiled and told me, &lt;i&gt;"Well I realized you were right, its such a long relationship already. I want something new." &lt;/i&gt;Then she left, to continue cooking in the kitchen. &lt;i&gt;I knew she was lying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hated myself that day. I was so mad at myself for doing what I have done to her. For doing a thing that will hurt Krisha, the person who have loved me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After that incident we didn't talk about it again. Like it never really happened at all. That nothing is wrong, when we both knew to ourselves that everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wanted to talk to her, to ask her for forgiveness once more, but I didn't. 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212322534460200967-6578266092654484150?l=ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6578266092654484150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212322534460200967&amp;postID=6578266092654484150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/6578266092654484150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/6578266092654484150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-2-lies.html' title='CHAPTER 2: LIES'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967.post-8238687008653281471</id><published>2009-12-28T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:26:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5 GENIE FRANCESCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="arial" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHAPTER 1.5: GENIE FRANCESCA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 nn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As expected he was sitting there at the corner of the restaurant, his favorite place, wearing my favorite smile that makes my knees go jello-id. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started walking to where he was seated, my heart beating triple times with my every step. From where I was, his place is just like steps away, but it seems like forever before I finally reached him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stand up to greet me and to give me a big bear hug,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I miss you my cutie"&lt;/span&gt; he said hugging me tighter. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I miss you more"&lt;/span&gt; I replied, tears forming in my eyes. Yes, I miss him so much, more than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I remembered when we first saw each other personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK 6 YEARS AGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'll meet him today. My virtual best-friend for almost 4 years now. I am so nervous. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"there's no going back now"&lt;/span&gt;, I told myself, letting out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet in the park, near the ocean, because he loves anything that says "water". I am the opposite, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was running late already, but can't do anything about it because my knees are trembling so much that I can't seem to walk normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5pm when I already reached the ocean, and saw him at a bench near the fountain, smiling and gazing at the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw him on pictures before, but I was sure that's him. For some reason, my heart knows him, my self recognize him, my best-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began walking towards him, stop at his side and held out my right hand and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi my Travis, I'm your Francy"&lt;/span&gt;, I said proudly with a naughty smile. We always call each other that when we're teasing each other. He then looked up with the most beautiful smile and gave me a hug instead of shaking my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I hug him back, even though its our first meeting personally, and you know, I was raised conservative, but somehow I've felt, as if I've miss him all my life. My soul, mind, and heart knows him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes passed, he still wouldn't let go, but feeling awkward already, I was the one to release from the hug. He didn't complain, and just led me to the bench where he was sited before, and held my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like an eternity passed and we're still not talking, but surprisingly, I still felt comfortable and safe beside him. Beside the man that I love, my best-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home, and was running late for my dinner date with Carlo. I immediately changed my business attire to a cute dress I bought last week, retouch my make-up, and sprayed some perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs, and saw Carlo already waiting there and talking to my brother about Avatar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;. I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;I greeted him and kiss him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still continue talking for about 20 minutes, until I sent a warning look to my brother, and finally let us go with our date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to his place, I thought about my reunion with Travis. It was nice and comforting, and yeah, I wont deny that it was also confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hugging me, we sat down, ordered, and he asked me about my life, what's new, what's going on and all that. I answered truthfully with details, I told you, he's like this journal, then asked him the same questions. We talk for almost 5 hours, but still can't get enough of each other. That's how we are when we are together, it feels like there's no tomorrow. And I was afraid that there will no really be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that 5 hours we didn't even had a chance to  talk about what we're supposed to because our time was wasted chatting about our lives, though I wouldn't really call it wasted. I had fun, and I really miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now working as the president of their business. Our meeting would be about the project we're about to conduct together. They would be promoting condominiums, and they chose our company to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so happy that we set another meeting to talk about the real deal, another mistake, another lie, but another joy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing that down in my journal, when Carlo interrupted me saying we've arrived already. He didn't even complain that instead of talking to him, I was busy doodling and writing in my journal. That's how much he loves and respect me. And so I feel guilty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He open the door for me, while I suddenly cursed myself, for not being fair and honest to him. This was the first time that I kept something big from him. I didn't mean to, but I was scared that if I tell him, things would go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will tell him in the right time, just not now. Please. I wasn't ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212322534460200967-8238687008653281471?l=ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8238687008653281471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212322534460200967&amp;postID=8238687008653281471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/8238687008653281471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/8238687008653281471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/15-genie-francesca.html' title='1.5 GENIE FRANCESCA'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967.post-4247129566765555205</id><published>2009-12-28T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:22:28.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter1: GENIE FRANCESCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHAPTER 1: GENIE FRANCESCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my office&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 years since I last wrote in this journal. I remember what I promise before, way back in high-school, that whatever happens, I will always be true to this diary, it will serve as my closest friend. The friend I can tell everything to, and that change when he came.&lt;br /&gt;He came into my life 10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hi hon!"&lt;/span&gt; said Carlo interrupting my thoughts. Carlo is my boyfriend for almost 3 years now. He gave me a kiss on the cheek then asked&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "why are you early?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my thoughts and stand up to gave him a hug&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,"because its mom and dad's flight today, and so I had to wake up early to see them off, then headed straight here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh yeah, sorry about that.  I was really busy last night that I forgot"&lt;/span&gt; He said with his pleading look while playing with my hair,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "that's okay, I know what you're going through, and they understand too " &lt;/span&gt;I said giving him a peck on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo Maniago&lt;/span&gt; is the next heir of their family business, the Maniago's Incorporated. Being the only son, all the pressure was on him. I met him 4 years ago, while I'm at the stake of finding a job. Actually, I never thought we would be together. He is a billionaire's son, a real gentleman, the boy next door. Every girl want him, and so I never thought he would actually take notice of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, of all the supermodels out there who's already offering themselves to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I never really thought that we'd actually be together, He's all that, but to be honest, he was not my type at first, I always thought he's too gentle or something. But because I saw his determination, I accepted him, because I saw that he loves me a lot, 10 times more than I love him actually.&lt;br /&gt;And I actually feel guilty about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hon, don't forget our lunch date later, okay?"&lt;/span&gt; he asked breaking my thoughts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't honey, I have a lunch meeting with a client"&lt;/span&gt; I said, then added, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how about dinner?"&lt;/span&gt; because I saw him frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay then, I'll pick you up at 6 okay? I have to work now. I love you"&lt;/span&gt; He kissed me on the forehead then headed to his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"love you too.."&lt;/span&gt; I whispered too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty alright, its true that I have a meeting with a client later, but what I didn't tell is its with my long lost best-friend. The one I'm thinking about when Carlo interrupted my thoughts. The one who knows every little thing about me like this diary. The one I've been secretly in love with 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason why I decided to write in this journal again. I don't know why, but it seems that he's connected to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see him not because I'm still in love with him, but because I wanted to prove to myself that what I felt before for him was just a deep infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK 10 YEARS AGO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:10 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so what do you think?"&lt;/span&gt; my cousin Krisha asked me while showing the new dress she bought for her date tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"its cute"&lt;/span&gt; I said taking one look at her then continue reading the 5 people you'll meet in heaven by Mitch Albom, I bought it in the mall this afternoon while she's so busy shopping for a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that's all that get? two syllables? its cute???? after spending the whole day looking for this freakin dress, that's all you have to say??" &lt;/span&gt;she said looking like she's about to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"alright alright. don't be so melodramatic cousin, it really looks good on you, and I'm sure your prince charming would love it. ooh wait, He does love it.."&lt;/span&gt; I said pointing at her back, where Christopher, her longest boyfriend ever was standing and carrying a big bouquet of blue roses, my cousin's fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, you can't deny that after their 5 years of of being together, they're still in love with each other, the spark they felt for each other just never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're walking together now, hand in hand, while my cousin is smelling the roses, and Christopher is grinning like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"they're beautiful, thank you. I bought something for you too",&lt;/span&gt; Krisha was saying then handed Christopher the gift she bought, the one we search all day in the mall together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wow, you didn't have to. you were all that I need babe"&lt;/span&gt;, Christopher said, then Krisha handed him the gift then kiss him in the lips, they made out for like a minute, like I wasn't there. They still wouldn't stop if I hadn't just interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left after that, for their "candle light dinner" date, and at last once again, I was alone and in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:45 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes got tired from reading so I decided to go inside my room to check if I have any e-mails from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;there were three.&lt;br /&gt;One from my parents, one spam message, and another from an unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I read my parents' first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To: iwanttorawr@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Subject: Hi baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;From: elizabethgomez@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hello sweetie! how are you? your dad and I are having a great time here! Its fall, so sadly we won't experience snow, but that's okay! your uncle and auntie, and your cousin Hero, remember him darling? anyway, they are all very nice and even toured us around here! we went to San Francisco this morning, it was so beautiful in there! I just wish you and Henry were here with us. We miss you darling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't forget to lock at night and be safe okay? tell your Nan to be careful always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to their message right away, telling them me and my brother were okay, not to worry and that they should have fun there, and that Nan is taking care of us, and that I miss them so much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the spam message, then read the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To: iwanttorawr@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Subject: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;From: partymaster@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hey there.saw you in my contacts, and I was just wondering who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious who was this person too, so I replied.. telling him I am Francesca, and asking him if he know me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, He was also online at that time, so he replied telling me He don't know me, and its a mystery how he got hold of my email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied its okay, and that I was glad to actually meet him out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also replied, asking for an intro about myself, and if he can get my cellphone number.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my number, and told him to just text me tomorrow because I should sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed and said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:45 am&lt;br /&gt;driving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about that while I'm on my way to our meeting place.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS WHEN I MET HIM. At that moment, I didn't know, had no idea at all, that I already met my Soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what I'll call him, my soulmate, because he was never meant for me, but 10 years ago, I was willing to be meant for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the restaurant he told me to meet him, I got out of the car headed to the restaurant, and saw him smiling beautifully at me.&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment, I was not sure anymore if what I felt before was just an intense infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212322534460200967-4247129566765555205?l=ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4247129566765555205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212322534460200967&amp;postID=4247129566765555205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/4247129566765555205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/4247129566765555205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter1-genie-francesca.html' title='chapter1: GENIE FRANCESCA'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212322534460200967.post-474723906920471939</id><published>2009-12-28T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:25:04.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when im with you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saw you walking to the room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought i tried and talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;babe am i ever glad, YOU WANTED ME TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9212322534460200967-474723906920471939?l=ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/feeds/474723906920471939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9212322534460200967&amp;postID=474723906920471939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/474723906920471939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9212322534460200967/posts/default/474723906920471939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceedee-rawrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-im-with-you.html' title='when im with you..'/><author><name>~secretwriter~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636462721622844323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYJylnMAojs/SzhaLr2vw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQTyqy1L9Hk/S220/sbobMU+(16).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
