Up and Down, All Around

Back from the dead

2009-06-22T16:38:01Z

So... Here I am, again... After being absent for how long? months? years?

I've neglected writing for a while, and am I ever sorry for that, sorry to myself for depriving her of perfectly nice writing time.

A lot happened in my life while I wasn't writing here... I graduated from high school, entered into college, got over my high school crush (at least I think so), celebrated being a legal adult (oh yeah, the guilt is much less now), lived in a dormitory away from my family, finished reading the Harry Potter series, met different people: some kind some ok, some I prefer not be around me, saw many dreams crash down, saw a few dreams soar, entered into a hiatus for all my fics, passed my freshman year in college.... it could go on, but I don't think I'll go into every little thing that happened....

I'm in college now, and big surprise, the program I'm enrolled in has little to nothing to do with writing. A slight let down because I've always adored writing, but I guess I can still write even if it's not my course right? Yes in some point in my life, I've dreamed of becoming a writer, in fact I don't think that dream's dead, but I can have more than one dream if I want to, and I want to.

Maybe the reason I have gone so long without writing, both here and continuing my stories published somewhere in the www (world-wide-web) is because life got so big for me I didn't have enough time to stop gawking at it and to record my thoughts. I'll try my best to stop that.

So here I am now, posting in my journal after a long time. I hope to continue posting from now on, but I can't even make a promise to myself. Maybe it's enough to know that I have a love for writing and no matter how big life gets, I won't ever forget that.

I miss the days where life wasn't as intimidating and I can take time-off when I feel like it to just sit and write. I wish I can do that again sometime, someday.

Here's hoping life wouldn't get much tougher and allow people to take a breather *cheers!

Now and Then: Here and There (Prolouge)

2007-10-31T10:17:38Z

Hello to evryone! This would be the first time I'll post one of my fics in this site.

Titile: Now and Then: Here and There
Fiction Rating: K+
Author: Emitique (me)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Status: In progress
Summary: If you have a childhood sweetheart whom you loved so dearly, then one day vanishes and is believed to be dead by everyone. How will you deal with it when you find him again alive and well but with somebody else? Comment please?

Now and Then : Here and There

by: Emitique

Prolouge - "Children"

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It was a night just like any other night I’ve come to grow familiar with.

I was sitting on my usual place on the veranda of my room. I know that sooner or later he would show up to pay me one his usual nightly visits where in the two of us would spend a good long time looking at stars whilst enjoying each other’s company. We sometimes talk to each other during our special time, other times we just gaze at the night sky in comfortable silence. It’s been like this since we were both six years old, and now that he’s 12 and I’m on my final moths of being 11 things still haven’t changed. This is the way I like it. I don’t want us drifting apart as we grow up.

I remember when we first met. It was during a gathering of both our families which was held on the Hyuuga main house. We were still small children back then. We were introduced to each other. The expression he had on his face that day seemed to me that he would rather be anywhere except at the boring adult party we were both forced to attend. I don’t exactly remember how we got along. At first I was scared to talk to him because he seemed too grumpy, but as time passed I came to know the real him. He was actually very sweet and kind, there was this time when I was crying because I lost the necklace my grandmother gave me and he looked for it that night and returned it to me the morning after. I could tell that he was out all night looking for it because he still wore the same clothes and he was blemished with dirt and scratches. Ever since that occurrence, I’ve came to know that he is indeed a nice and warm person, but others see him as a cold person which obviously isn’t true. I may be the only one that knows the real him and I’m proud of myself for that. I just wish the others will also see the real him…

My brief reminiscing of our earlier memories was interrupted by a rustle that I heard from the direction of the tree beside my room’s balcony.

I looked at the source of the sound and found out that it was caused by my regular visitor. He and I looked at each other for a brief moment. During that time I was able to look at him and his dashing form, I liked his onyx eyes that contrasted mine. Whenever I look at them I see determination, seriousness, sweetness, and mystery at the same time. Anyone would be lost if they look into his enchanting eyes directly.

“Hey…” it was his usual greeting. He would always say that before he joins me in sitting and gazing at the stars. I smiled a little back at him and said “H-hello…”

Ever since I was little, I’ve had a habit of not speaking straight of stuttering as others put it. But Sasuke-chan never said anything about it, although almost everybody complained about how I speak. Though as I relax and start to get comfortable with the person I’m talking to, my words star to form wholly and so it allows me to speak normally.

Not long later, we were already looking up at the night sky while sitting side by side. By the first 5 minutes we spend together, I already know that something is wrong with my nightly companion. Don’t ask me how, I can’t quite explain it, I just know ‘cause I feel something inside… I couldn’t resist, I asked him what was wrong.

“Sasuke-chan, what’s the matter?”

We were on the first name basis. Because we were so close to each other that is.

“Why do you ask that, Hina-chan? Does it seem like I have a problem?” he answers back without taking his eyes away from the night sky.

Typical Sasuke, he won’t answer you straightly because he doesn’t like being questioned. Instead of an answer he’ll throw you a question of his own. That’s just how he is. That’s also one of the reasons why many people avoid talking to him, most people don’t like the way he answers question.

I gave him a loud sigh and answered “Sasuke-chan, I know you well enough to tell when you are uncomfortable or bothered about something, and I would really like to help you, but how can I help you if I don’t know what your problem is?”

“It’s nothing…Don’t worry about it…” he said still looking up at the stars.

“Nothing wouldn’t make you worry, but you are certainly not ok with something, so it couldn’t be nothing.” I said to him “Besides, you’re not even looking at me when you say those things so how can I trust them? Come on, please tell me what’s wrong.”

He has always helped me out in every problem I came across with and I want a chance to help him back. After all, he is special to me. I can’t just sit and do nothing if he has a problem. I need to help and support him, like how he always did for me.

I see him breathe a deep sigh and turns to face me. Finally, I thought he wouldn’t tell me anything.

“You see Hina-chan, aniki was supposed to come home this earlier this day from his mission, but still he haven’t showed up. I’m, well… I’m starting to worry a bit about him”

Oh, so this is what it’s about. Another little known fact about Sasuke-chan is that he is very fond of his family. He loves them very much even though he doesn’t show it, that’s how he is. He keeps everything inside and tries to act as if he doesn’t care, but those who really know him believe the same as I do.

“Sasuke-chan, you said it yourself to me once.” I started to answer him “That your brother is a strong shinobi right? So I don’t think you need to worry that much about Itachi-san.” and reassured him with a smile.

He looks at me for a moment and the expression on his face lightens to a small smile.

“You’re right Hina-chan.” He said as he looked up at the sky again. He let his gaze linger up to the stars a bit before facing me again and saying.

“Thank you, and sorry for making you worry….”

I blink twice at him. Sasuke-chan really is such a nice person. He’s thanking me for making him feel better when he’s done that favor for me countless times before, and he’s apologizing for making me worry about him when I know that he’s always worried about me. He’s silly but I like that about him.

“No problem, you can always count on me Sasuke-chan.” And I smiled at him again.

He stood up and said “It’s getting pretty late. You better get some sleep now… I’ll be heading back too.”

He assisted me back to my feet and waved a quick bye. I trace him with my eyes until his form is no longer in sight. After that I went to bed.

If only I had known that that night would be the last of the nights we will spend star gazing together, I would’ve told him back then and there how I really felt about him.

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“Hinata!” knock, knock… “Hinata!!! Wake up!” KNOCK KNOCK! “Wake up Hinata!” BAM, BAM, BAM!!!

The sleeping girl awoke because of the noise from the other side of her bedroom door. ‘I wonder what’s wrong?’ thought the now awake girl to herself. She gets up and notice that the sun is barely up in the horizon which meant it was still pretty early.

The girl gets to her door and opens her banging door. Whose banging, gets louder every second. Behind the door stood her cousin who had long black hair and the same white eyes as her. The boy looked like he just ran from a far away distance because he was breathing pretty hard, but what really bothered her was the look of panic on his usually calm cousin’s face.

“What’s the matter Neji-nisan? You look troubled…” she said worried about her cousin and what the cause of the alarmed look on his face might be.

Neji suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her once. That panicked look never leaving his features. Hinata was startled by her cousin’s sudden harsh action. She’d never seen him act this way before.

“Hinata! T-the…” Neji started to say with his voice just as alarmed as his looks. He was still holding onto Hinata’s shoulders

“The what, niisan?” she asked as she was starting to fret about her cousin’s behavior.

Neji took one breathe in to steady himself and stop his stuttering in order to deliver the information he has, properly to his cousin.

“The Uchihas… They’re------”

Hinata’s couldn’t believe her ears. After what Neji said she just stood there, unmoving, even her eyes refused to move. She was obviously in shock. Either her mind was not working, or it was working so fast for her to notice what it was doing. Never the less, after the realization sunk in, she tore away from her cousin’s hold and sprinted out of the house.

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Comment?

Stuck...

2007-10-24T09:44:08Z

Anyone outhere know where in the worldwideweb can I find the scanlation of Spiral Suiri no Kizuna manga volumes 12 to 15? I found a site but it got as far as chapter 59 only. I read that there are 77 chapters of this manga and I badly, badly need to read the whole thing. Help? please?

I should really be doing my homework...

2007-09-25T07:31:22Z

but I guess I'm just too lazy at this point of time... Dating gawi, kopya nalang sa kaklase bukas...
I am never in the mood to work during afternoons, especially during hot ones. (This is just an excuse, but who cares?) Ever since the AcaLitMus program ended, we've been bombarded by tons of school work.

There are tons of homework in my bag, so many that I can't even remember how many. At least we've already been given our quizzes, that's one less thing to worry about. -besides my homework, project dues,and uncompleted notebooks. The life of a student isn't so hot, but knowing that you're not the only one suffering kind of eases the pain.

Well, I'm off to find some images of Artemis- goddess of hunt. Wish me luck, in everything...
I still feel lazy...

Blooming: A Place in Your Heart

2007-09-23T10:50:15Z

This'll be the first time I'm going to post in this place one of my works. This fanfiction is one of the stories I have up on fanfiction.net. If anybody's interested in knowing, my penname there is "Emitique".
Hope you read and comment this little fic of mine.

Title: Blooming: A Place in Your Heart
Author: Emina_13 / Emitique
Fiction Rating: T (contains content not suitable for children)
Warning: Shounen-ai (mild)
Disclaimer: I do not, repeat, do not own Weiss Kreuz... No profit was made from this story...
Published: September 23, 2007

-Blooming: A Place In Your Heart-
By Emitique
The sun is colored golden orange as it started its descent from the sky after a long day… Yet despite the sun signaling the end of the day, I’m still out here on the streets, walking around…
And maybe hoping to find him…
Who is “him” you ask? Well it’s none other than my regularly cheerful bestfriend: Tsukiyono Omi… although he had tears in his eyes and was balling his fists earlier…
Oh, what is that? Why am I looking for him?
Well, he left all of a sudden earlier and he hasn’t come back since. And let me tell you, the sun was still up quite high in the sky when he left. I got a bit concerned because he hasn’t returned yet, so I came out here looking for him…
Well of course, things aren’t just as simple as that. We um… I umm kindda… And he um, well…
ARGH! Who am I kidding?! This whole thing is making my brunet head ache…
Maybe I should tell you what exactly happened before. I hope that then you would understand why I am currently out here during this sundown.
Well you see, Omi and I have always been close to each other. Closer to each other than with any of our other teammates-slash-coworkers-slash-friends, so we naturally hang out more together, and spend a lot of time together.
I come to him when I want to ask someone to play soccer with me. He’s always the first one I invite to watch the new DVD movie I just rented out of the store with me. I ask for his help whenever my motor bike won’t start after I’ve tried everything to make it start, and I am the one he turns to when he just wants to complain about all the shitty things making his life horrible, like tons of homework, lots of information research, or just how he always misses his favorite TV shows. I of course, try my hardest to help him through all those problems. That’s just how we are, I come to him, he comes to me…
But recently those things are beginning to change… and I do not like it.
Why are things changing you again ask?
Well, it’s because of that blue haired, snobby, bossy fangirl of Omi’s.
Yes, I know she’s already passed away… Who could forget? Omi was crying so hard on the night of her death. Heck, he was crying in my arms when we finally got home after returning Ouka’s body to her mother.
So how could one that’s no longer here be the reason for the changes I said?
Well, she might not be here, but her plant still is…
That’s right her plant. And I don’t mean that figuratively. If you have been paying attention to things while that girl was still alive, Omi promised to give her a plant she was bitchin’ to have when it was mature enough to bloom.
So it’s been a while after the little girl’s death, and finally, Omi seems to be over the whole thing. Or at least that’s what I thought.
Sure, now he wasn’t spending his day locked up in his room while doing god knows what. He’s getting out now and was also joining in on the work at the flower shop, he was also attending school again, and was joining the three of us like how he used to.
Everything was coming back to normal, except that, whenever I come to ask him for some of the usual stuff we do, he always turns me down. Like that many times when I asked him if he wanted to go to the park with me to play soccer, or that many movies he missed out on. And what is the reason why he’s rejecting all of my offers to him? It’s because:
“I’m sorry Ken-kun, I’m busy taking care of Ouka-san’s plant… Maybe later ne?”
I have heard that line everytime I ask to spend time with him. One time I actually offered my help in tending the said plant, just so I could spend time with him, but he refused strongly, saying that it was something he decided on doing on his own. Not long, I’ve grown to get irritated of Ouka’s plant.
Finally earlier this afternoon, I’ve come to him and asked him if he’s coming out with me. Well, it was the 20th day of the month, and everytime on that date, we head out for dinner, most times with Yohji and Aya, sometimes just the two of us. It’s officially named by Omi as “Family Day of the Month” He says it’s important for all families to have time for each other, and that the 20th day of every month was ours. Even though Yohji, especially Aya, sometimes doesn’t make it on our family dinner appointments, Omi and I always put that first on our priority list so sometimes we end up having dinner with just the two of us.
I found him by the window of the greenhouse, he was watering a plant, and I don’t have to know calculus to formulate that it was that plant.
“Hey Omi.” I started out greetingly
“Oh, Hi Ken-kun” he said after briefly looking me over, then going back to his task at hand.
It suddenly made my chest ache when he took his eyes off me
“So, you’re going right?” I asked hopefully
‘Please say yes’
“Going? Going where?” he asked with confusion evident in his voice. It intensified the pain in my chest even more.
“You know, it’s the 20th…” I said trying my best to contain the pain I felt so it wouldn’t reach my voice.
He stopped what he was doing suddenly, seeming almost stunned.
‘He forgot, figures…’
“It kind of slipped my mind just now. I’m sorry” He said with out even turning back to face me.
“Oh, that’s alright…” I could feel that I was lying through my teeth, but I didn’t loose hope that easily “So...”
“Hmm? So what Ken –kun?” He said as he grabbed the fertilizer next to the pot of the plant and started working with it.
‘Could you at least just face me when I talk to you?’
“A-are you coming?” I ask, before my voice starts to break.
“Ummm, well there’s still a lot of work I need to do. So maybe the three of you-”
‘Oh no, please stop, don’t say it!’ I thought pleadingly despite know how useless it was.
“-will just have to go without me.” He finished saying while still not looking at me.
“…” That was when I snapped
“I hope you understand.” He said as a follow-up.
“No.” I said firmly.
He jerked and finally turned to look at me. When our eyes met I just felt the need to tell him how all those things he was doing were making me feel. I could my eyes forming a glare at him.
“No I don’t understand Omi. Ever since that girl died, you’ve been all messed up! First you were locking yourself inside, now you do nothing but take care of that damn plant of hers!” I yelled at him. And he looked shocked.
“I’ve had enough Omi! You’re always pushing me aside! All of that time that was rightfully mine to spend with you, all of those moments when I could’ve been with you… You had to go and blow it off with taking care of THAT!” I shouted and pointed to my source of frustration behind Omi.
“Is that how you want things huh Omi?! You want to stay with that precious plant of yours forever?! Well that can be arranged. From now on I’ll stop trying to make you do things you don’t want! I’ll stop inconveniencing you and your crappy plant! You can stay with that, that thing for all I care!!!” I said and was starting to breathe heavily because of all that shouting.
Omi was just standing there, his eyes shielded from my view by his honey blond locks. I was starting to regret what I did, but before I could make my next move, I suddenly felt force colliding with my left cheek.
I was thrown back by the force and was soon sitting with a bunch of fallen pots and plants on one side of the greenhouse. Omi was standing over me with his beautiful eyes filled with tears and his gentle, but at the same time deadly hands balled into tight fists.
“KEN-KUN NO BAKA!!!” he said before dashing out of the greenhouse and out of the house.
I’ve spent hours just sitting at the place where Omi left me. I looked to the table where Omi placed the plant he was tending. If it could talk, it might be mocking me right now. A bit later, Yohji came in already dressed for family night.
“Hey where’s the chibi? It’s getting pretty late…”
And that is why I am currently walking here, hoping to find Omi.
The skies darkened earlier than it’s supposed to, grey clouds hover above and soon cold piercing rain started to pour.
‘Great Omi is out here, in the rain with no umbrella. And I was the reason he ran out. I guess he was right, I am a baka.’
I sped up my steps, pretty soon I was already running... Where could Omi be? It’s not good for him to be out on the rain. Why did I have to chase him out of the house like that? I’m such and idiot!
After some time, my feet led me to the park. The park where we always played soccer together.
‘What am I thinking? Omi’s mad at me, there’s no way he’ll be on a place that reminds him of me.’
But I was wrong. He was there, under a tree. He was shaking, with cold or with his crying, I don’t know. I came up to him. Not sure how to face him.
“O-omi…”
He looks up to me, his eyes still filled with tears. I came closer, and sat myself beside him. The silence feels so awkward. I don’t know what to do next. How would I know what’s the right thing to do? So far all my decisions have been wrong today.
But it seemed that I don’t have to be the one to make the first move.
“I-I’m sorry Ken-kun…” I heard Omi’s voice say.
I can’t believe it, he’s saying sorry? Why? He didn’t drive me out of the house to let the rain soak me, last time I checked, I was in the wrong.
“You’re right, I am all messed up. I was just trying to hide my pain behind that plant, I was waiting so impatiently for it to bloom, maybe hoping that once it does, I won’t feel so bad anymore…” I felt him put his hand over mine. I looked at him and he looked at me.
“But I was wrong… I shouldn’t have forsaken our time together for such a fake reason. I should’ve just accepted the fact that she was gone, and it was because of me. I’m sorry about hitting you earlier too.” He finished saying while still looking at me.
This was getting all too confusing, but I forced myself to understand, and to my luck it seemed like I did. And I can’t let Omi put all the blame on him alone.
“I’m sorry too Omi, I should’ve known better than to snap at you like that. I should’ve explained things better to you, not suddenly yell at you things you might not have even noticed. I guess I was just so caught up in your absence that I wasn’t able to think straight anymore.” I said truthfully to him.
His eyes softened and he went closer to me in a hug. I placed my arms around him, I felt his warm body against mine, and I suddenly remembered that it was raining.
“I’ll wait for the plant’s flower to bloom Omi. I’m sure by then, all would be fine. Now let’s go home. We might catch a cold at what were doing.” I said while we embraced each other.
I felt him nod against my chest. And we slowly got up and walked home hand in hand.
The next days, I didn’t bother Omi when he was tending the plant. Even though he still hardly spends time with me, I forced myself to wait.
Because once the flower of that plant blooms, it’ll leave Omi’s heart forever. Maybe then, I’ll have a permanent place in his heart. Please let it bloom soon…
-OWARI-

Over-worked, Exhausted, Missed a Physics Lesson, Been Accused of Forgery... Such a nice day

2007-09-17T11:40:30Z

Our school's AcaLitMus program is really fast on the way.

Just so you know, "AcaLitMus" stands for Academics, Literature, and Music. It's basically this program where our school holds different contests in the fields of Academics, Literature, and Music, squint Art if you will, there's a poster making contest after all. The thing is, I'm in one of the contests there, well, two actually.

The first one I've decided to sign up to is the thing we call "Sabayang Pagbigkas" I don't know the english term for it, but it's this thing where there are a lot of people who are delivering a literary piece, usually a poem, at the same time with a bit of choreography. I joined one of those contests before, and I liked it, so I figured why shouldn't I join this time? And so I joined... The problem is, the program is on Thursday and our group haven't properly practiced yet. Being one of the seniors, I have the most responsibility among my other co-seniors, and so we worked like crazy only to finish less half-way the piece.

We had to skip some classes to make way for the practice sessions... Then my classmates decided that we should skip all the classes after the second period.Lucky me our third period happens to be "PHYSICS" (note sarcasm) Our teacher continued with the lesson despite more than half of her students are missing from the room, and I missed the whole lecture about "projectile motion" which I'm sure will help me gain a very low score this coming midterm.

So the day went from bad to worse, but I guess since the day as only half-over then, so were my misfortunes. Before I went out with a friend for lunch, we stopped in room 1 to drop something off to the teacher there. That teacher was the adviser of our school paper staff, so of course she's an English teacher.
Now, me and my friend are both part of the school paper staff, actually my friend is the editor-in-chief of half of our school paper. I'm just a stuffer.

Suddenly, our teacher said to me that she'll be entering me to the "essay writing contest": Of course I felt a bit happy, only the best students get entered into contests by teachers, most students need to volunteer to enter a contest, only some are picked by teachers to join on their own account. My happy feeling was repressed when I heard the next words that came out from her mouth...

Didn't I mention I am part of the school paper staff? Well, I passed two of my compositions to her. One being a short story, the other an essay. She said that the short story I passed to her was almost perfect, in short, it was good. I was pumped with more happiness until she opened her mouth again. Then she complained that my article is of very far standard than my short story. Saying that it seemed that I had a lot of difficulties in writing my article, that it seemed that I was having a lot of difficulties "constructing" my sentences and I was going round and round on my topic... In short, my short story is far better than my article and she's doubting if I really made it. In a way, accusing me forgery.

The last one is the worst disaster of my day... I have no choice but to enter that contest and prove her wrong, after all she did say that "I would like to test you" and test me she shall. Of course I know I'll pass with flying collars. I AM NOT A FRAUD....

ACET, yup it's almost time....

2007-09-15T05:58:31Z

Can't believe that it's alomost here... The Ateneo College Entrance Test is currently on going, and my exam schedule is tomorrow. Should I feel nervous? Because I think that's how I'm feeling right now...

This time, unlike when I participated in UPCAT, I'll be alone... My classmates won't stand in line with me like they did in U.P. because they won't be there. I guess that's part of why I'm nervous. And I've also heard rumors that the ACET is the most difficult entrance test among the universities. You think it's true? I hope not, the UPCAT is barely bearable, how much more could I take if the ACET is harder than that?

Oh well, just gotta cross my fingers and pray... very hard. I hope I'll pass.

It's not much, but I won't complain

2007-09-13T10:35:39Z

The results are in, and I passed... Barely, but I did, and that's enough, for now...
Prelims are over, thank goodness. But that only means that we have the midterm to worry about next. Maybe I should consider doing better next time, same old, same old.

Tomorrow should be interesting. I hope community service won't be too much of a drag. Last time they made us sweep the campus. I didn't quite understand why it was called "community service" when all we did was clean our own school. But they said it was like, before we can move out to clean other places, we should first make sure our own backyard looks presentable. I think it had another, deeper meaning, but my head will hurt pondering about it. I won't complain....

I still have an essay to finish up for school. It's about mothers. I started my work already, so I'm hoping to finish up real soon. I'll keep it a bit simple so my mind will have a break after that heinous exam. I just hope my teacher won't complain

First one...

2007-09-12T04:22:34Z

Just a beginner, I'm having some tumbles but I think I'll be used to it pretty soon (give me two minutes, kidding!)

So, I better do what I can to make my journal all nice and presentable.

After that, I should pray that I'll pass our second prelimenary exam...

I was able to answer number two correctly at least, I hope.

Gotta go, write more later...