The Writer's Appetite

A series of glances or accidental caresses is what our romance – or lack thereof – is made of.

Stolen moments together, of hushed voices and barely spoken words in rooms and corners unoccupied.

Fingers intertwined instantly pulling away at a ghost sound of a footstep.
Our kisses land anywhere but on the other’s lips.

Always falling short on ruddy cheeks, on closed eyes, on foreheads, on fingertips, on shoulders, on jaws.

The mouth is always sacrosanct, never touched but perpetually pined for.
Simple darting glances at class, voices strengthen only a timbre so that what we are saying carry across.

We weren’t talking to them. We were having secret conversations in their presence.

When classes end and students head out, we carefully put up airs of nonchalance, heading for our lockers.

He kneels before his but looks up at me. He’s not paying worship to his books, no.

The gesture that I smile at tentatively is for me.

Only for me.

He passes by and cleverly slips a note.

Behind the lifts, inside the balcony of the auditorium. It reads.

And steadily he slings his bag across a broad shoulder and walks away, never once looking back.

I close my locker shut, rising from my position to walk the same path he did, only slower.

He climbs down the stairs, feet barely making any sound.

I head for the lift.

And when I open the door to the auditorium there he is, eyes wanting, longing.

I reach my hand and therein end the pretense of poised calmness.

He murmurs to me, sweet nothings that need no meaning.

I whisper back, reassuringly.

We hold hands, eyes locking perfectly that it was as if we were holding onto a mirror.

We see our reflections on each other’s eyes.

The tamed passion bursting for release but never getting the chance.

There are no words of love, just glimpses of it.

And after the stolen moments we part again.

He reaches for my bag and pats the straps gently onto my shoulders.

I reach for his and do the same.

We never say goodbyes.

One last touch, one last smile lingering on parched lips.

Till the next day we meet again, my dear, my darling.

But never my love.

He watches me leave, waiting for the opportune moment not to be seen.

We part ways and come home, hearts craving too much to be sated.

Till tomorrow.

Till we can play this secret charade.

There are no goodbyes.

- Guia Galvez

I thought I’d post this. Coz well. It was in my drabbles folder.

Wooot finally finished my monologue. A bit more pressure is put on my part because I’m the only one doing the monologue from the guy’s point of view, so Bryan has to choose it xD. This is my first time doing a monologue (I think) so please bear with its noobiness.

My character’s name is Kai, and the monologue is directed to Ariadne. I did a bit of character description (more on Ariadne) and background info as well. As for what terminal illness he’s suffering, I’ll leave that to you guys to figure out ;). I hope it’s tear jerking enough; my eyes got a bit watery as I wrote this haha jk.

So this is Kai’s plea to Ariadne. Enjoy!

Ariadne. I lay here lifeless. Helpless. Lonely. Close to letting go of what I hope to God is your hand grasping onto mine with your tears rolling down your cheeks. I can only do so much as imagine the feelings that are gushing through your body right now; does the thought of my life being taken away from you cripple your heart? Does it hurt you as much as it hurt me after realizing how much emotional pain I put you through? Or are you just sitting there, pondering about how I am deserving of the state that I’m in because I tried giving my heart to another? Are you even in the same room as I, or are you out partying the night away in attempt to erase me and my callous actions from your life? Either way, I deserve any punishment that the world throws at me, and my current state embodies the magnitude of the unscrupulousness and sheer stupidity of my actions.

How could I have been so foolish as to hurt you when you had no intention of doing the same to me? I will not lie, it was my mind that thrust itself onto another; my heart was always with you. My heart always belonged to you. From the day that our childish selves first laid eyes on each other when we were randomly seated together on the Ferris wheel, to the day that we threw up our mortarboards in the air four years ago. And to see all those years of love and embrace shatter, through the heart-piercing expression of sadness on your face is too overwhelming for me to live alongside with. My bed-ridden state; my life threatening constitution are but mere consolations of the dues I have to pay.

Ariadne, if only your heavenly touch could awaken every limb of my body as it always did whenever we kissed and I would weave my fingers down your curly, black hair. If only my physical response was as blissful as my eternal love for you; if your shining hazel eyes gave me the light to awake from my internal slumber, I would take back all the wrongs I did and win your heart again from where it all began. Though the only thing separating your acceptance from my heart is this hospital bed, my love will always be set to you, whether I am awake; unconscious; even unresponsive. My near death is something I don’t want you to grieve over. I don’t want any more pain to be afflicted upon you. Your time shouldn’t be wasted on an unworthy man like me, I understand. Just know that wherever you are, and wherever I am, my love for you will always kindle within me, and will never be doused.

If only you could hear these all of thoughts racing through what’s left of my mind.

If only I knew if you were holding my hand and pressing it against your chest.

If only we could share one last word. Hug. Kiss.

If only.

Kai.

Zelle hurr. My story is kinda depressing. HAHA But seriously. I wonder if anyone can guess the illness of the girl. There are a few context clues, but here’s a hint that’s not mentioned: it’s not necessarily terminal, but there is no cure for it, and very few people have lived through this illness to tell the tale. Also, something triggered her illness. I wonder if anyone can figure that out as well… In any case, this one is more obvious. Hope it’s all alright. Yes. I am melodramatic XD Here is the story of Xavier and Summer.

Setting – World War II, in the small town of North, South Carolina, USA (Yes, this town does exist.)

Xavier,

Hello, my love. I have missed you dearly. It feels as if we have been apart for so long. Maybe we have. Time does not matter to me anymore. I cannot even begin to imagine how this will all end. The world. Myself… The circus in my head has grown twisted and cruel, beating out ‘til my very last breath is exhaled. Only time will tell…

But enough of that. I am writing this because I have been wanting to express my deepest thoughts. I feel that now, considering the current circumstances, is the best time put these thoughts into words. It is the only time I have left. You see, these thoughts have been fighting their way out of me. I have been battling them desperately, but they have won. I am now consumed. Unfortunately, only now have I gathered enough courage to reveal my innermost thoughts to you. I hope it is enough to quell this chaos. I hope it is not too late.

Love

Love is something that grabs us at the most unexpected moments of our lives, at the times where we would never see it coming. We grow up learning to believe that love can happen at any time, at will, if need be. However, I do not believe this is the case. True love like this is not plentiful. It does not billow through the porch of a home as the wind does, nor does it crash on the sand of a beach as the tide rolls in everyday. It is more like the autumn tree that stays red, yellow, and orange all year round, or like the drizzle falling from the sky on a bright, sunny day. Many will live their entire lives without ever having the slightest bite of the privilege, opportunity, and pure magic that love is. Love’s true power is yet to completely reveal itself to the world.

But for those like us, people to whom love has fully shown itself, love is never ending. Love becomes the water we drink to quench our thirst. It is the blood that flows in our veins. Once we taste the smallest drop, we actively seek it. We learn of its whereabouts and we promise ourselves never to lose this one thing that makes us meaningful. Love is the air inhaled while every breath exhaled is all the negative. It is healing and purposeful. Love is righteous and fulfilling!

Xavier, you are the water I drink to quench my thirst. You are the blood that flows in my veins, the air I breathe, and the reason for my life. You are all that is fulfilling and purposeful, righteous and healing for me…

Alas, my love shall also be the death of me.

I do not blame you. You did not ask of this to fall upon your being as it did. Nor did you ask for my condition to be the end result of it all. It is sad how our love, so newly blossomed, so fresh, so pristine, would have to be brought to an abrupt end such as this. The morning dew was only beginning to settle on our field when it was suddenly trampled and scattered askew. You asked me to go on without you, begged with every last inch of your body to let me be just as well alone. I have tried, my love. I have tried so hard. I surrendered myself to the truth I never wanted to accept, the truth that you would never come back. I tried with all my might to sustain myself. I tried my hardest to believe that I could live without you.

But love can no longer flourish without someone loving back, not when love has become your life. Once you taste love, that sensation can never be reversed. This ironic tragedy that is my life is coming to a close. The last chapter is being written just as I write this letter to you. I know you will never read it. I know it is impossible. But my mind grows weary without the fuel of our love. This is the only way to ease my sick and burdened soul. If only by some miracle, you could have stayed.

Now we must both go. What a predicament this is. First, the war. Next, severe losses to everyone. Now I shall be next to leave, but only because my mind has grown disillusioned, fatigued, and somnolent. I blame no one but myself. I knew I would lose all sense of reason without you. It only came too fast, a cancer spreading itself with no remorse. I may not die quickly, but my mind will be lost in a sea of darkness, enveloping all that once was and all that will be. Nothing will be left of me but a body torn by the handiwork of devilish beings. It is a fate I accept. It is a fate that will help me forget the pain and eventually bring me closer to you. I may not have chosen this, but somehow, my disease fits me with the greatest of ease.

Soon, my love, we will be together again. You have all of eternity to wait for my withering mind to encapsulate. Surely, my body will follow soon after. I hope these words reach you, wherever you may be. That was our promise to each other. No matter what happens, we will never doubt the love of one another. We are too strong for that. Our love is too strong not to overcome this bridge. We will meet again. I will find my way back to you. I will not stop searching until I do. We are forever.

See you in the afterlife, Xavier.

The love of your life and death,

Summer

I was listening to Pete Yorn’s “Thinking of You” and Slash feat. Adam Levin “Gotten”

I didn’t specify much on how old the characters are, what they look like and all. I wrote it like a script. Or as close to a script that I could.

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Inside a bedroom, there is a girl setting up a tripod. Near it is a study desk where a laptop is on standby and a wheeled chair is un-slid. She unhooks the tripod’s legs and brings it to its full length. She looks around, momentarily forgetting where she put her camcorder. When she finds it, she sighs in relief and screws it onto the tripod. She turns it on, flips its screen to face her and waits until she saw herself being videotaped. Seeing herself reflected, she becomes self-conscious and attempts to fix her hair and smoothes her blue shirt. She reaches out to adjust the camcorder, but as soon as she holds onto her camcorder she just looks intently at herself. It seems as if she is steadying herself, more than the camcorder. Finally looking away, she gently presses the record button and sits on the rolling computer chair. She massages her chest with a fist, bending inward as if thoroughly pained from the inside. She recovers. She looks straight at the camera, eyes bright.

Remi: Hi Will. I hope you’re sitting down. I have a lot to tell you. I know you prefer standing up but you really should sit this one down.

She takes a moment to compose herself again before continuing.

Remi: It’s unfair to leave you a message like this. But I couldn’t say it in person. Will I was scared. I don’t think I could have said goodbye if I had to face you and see your pain. I’m not a brave person. I’m not the type to face her fears because I have so many of them. I wouldn’t know where to begin. At least in this way, I can hopefully gather myself to apologize and to thank you.

She breathes in again at this point and looks away from the camcorder.

Remi: I have attachment issues. You said it yourself. I am so hard to get close to because I feel no inclination to be close to others. [Looks at the camera] Because they always leave, Will. My childhood has been a blur of wakes and funerals and moving from one place to another trying to escape the tragedies that follow me.  So I learned to leave before I got hurt. I experienced being left far too many times. I don’t think I can handle any more.

Remi looks to her side and reaches out to a wrinkled photo. It is of her and Will, both smiling. She looks at it and tears start to fall.

Remi: You are everything I didn’t want in my life. You’re honest, you’re sweet, and you are real. You are what I have always been afraid to hold onto. You have to understand. It would be too painful to lose you. I knew if I loved you I would not be able to follow through. So I guess what happened is for the best.

Remi: I never told you and I can’t be sorry for not doing so. I wanted to keep you. And the only way I believe I could do that is to never mention it, to pretend I was alright. You knew deep inside I wasn’t. There were too many pills, too many shots, too many absences, too many checkups. If I told you, you would have tried to save me. I couldn’t let you do that.

Remi: I’m sorry Will. I’m sorry for the times I made it hard for you to reach me. I couldn’t accept your love because deep inside I knew I didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused. It eats me up inside when you smile at me. Because I feel so much guilt and happiness at the same time. How could you love someone like me? With all her faults and all her scars. And through it all you stayed. You’re not going to say goodbye. So I have to do this. It’s the right thing to do. I have to say goodbye.

She fidgets and takes time to compose herself.

Remi: I could have told you. Then you could have saved yourself from all the pain. You wouldn’t have said you loved me. We wouldn’t have spent time. I wouldn’t have become so close to your family. I was selfish Will. I’ve always been selfish. But please believe that I gave you as much of myself as I could. You are the only person I so wanted to keep. Leaving you is and will be the biggest regret of my life.

Remi: I’m going to remember everything, Will. I’m going to remember how you look just before you fall asleep. How you smile at me when you know you’re right about something. How you whisper in my ear just when I need someone to assure me. Those will always stay with me. And thoughts of you will be the only things that fill my head on my every waking moment. I’m going to love you and dream of you when I sleep. I was wrong to try and slip my way through your life. But it’s not a mistake. I needed you. Just for a while, I wanted to know what it felt like to really be here to really be alive.

Remi: They say that it is a tragedy to die young. That’s not it. It’s not the part of dying that scares me entirely. It’s the thought of losing you completely. The tragedy in my heart is having found you and having to say goodbye. You’ve always been mine. I can’t bear the thought of you loving someone else, of holding someone else.  It’s inevitable, though. It would be best if you do so.

Remi pauses and clutches onto her chest, massaging it in circular motions. It’s hard for her to breathe. She continues when the pain subsides but she massages her temples with a hand, her thumb and middle finger spread over her forehead to reach the two points.

Remi: I love you Will. There are so many things I lie about and deny to myself. I’m the queen of deprivation. You know it’s true. But I love you. My heart hurts at every turn. My doctors say it is part of my illness. It’s never going to get better. It’s just going to get worse. Don’t worry; it doesn’t hurt so much though. It hurts more when I think about you. When I think of how I wronged you.

Remi: You know what I learned from all my practice of being left and leaving? It’s never going to get any easier. Whenever you think about it, about them, the pain isn’t lessened. As time goes by, you just think of the people you lost much less. You try to think not of the times you held their hand just before their last breath leaves them. You think of the times you sat beside them when they were well and you were both smiling. That’s what should run through your head.

Remi: Think of me in the carnival, pleading to you to ride the carousel with me. Think of me trying to fit in with your parents and your siblings on that last gathering. Think of me telling you over and over again how much I love you because that’s the only truth that matters. Think of me thinking of you. And then set yourself free. Goodbye Will.

- Guia Galvez

Oh uhm. I’m sorry. This is a hardcore-made-for-a-chick-flick entry.

hey guys, I edited the original monologue I wrote because I thought we just had to keep it short, but Bryan said he wouldn’t read it half baked so I edited the monologue I made so anyway,here it goes:

-Kretchen Montalbo

 

John… I…I…can’t hold on anymore. I just can’t…No…Not anymore. I’m sorry. You heard what the doctor said right? I hate this! I hate my life! Why?!Why!? What did I ever do to deserve this, John? I don’t want to die! No! No…I…I love you, John…I love you…*tears slowly dripping* Do you know why I love you, John? Do you remember the first time you asked me out? Everything that could have gone wrong just went wrong, so you were probably wondering why I still agreed to go out with you. Well, it’s because I saw how you didn’t let the bad things happening affect you. When you accidentally tripped and pulled the skirt off an old lady and got slapped, you just kept apologizing until the lady’s hand was too tired from slapping you. And then when we ate at dinner and you forgot to bring your wallet then the waiters were making us wash the dishes you stood your ground for me and insisted that only you wash the dishes. After that even though you were sore from washing the dishes, you still walked me home. I could never forget that day, April 27. Yes,*smiles* April 27…the night of our first kiss.  As our lips entwined, I knew at that instance that it was love. Yes, it just was, because after that kiss…Amidst the hundreds walking past us at goodbye, all I could see was you. Maybe even then, you already had me at hello.And remember when I was first diagnosed with lung cancer? I cried knowing that I was going to lose my hair. Yes, I know that it was a shallow reason to cry but instead of laughing you simply hugged me tight. There I simply laid numb thinking whether or not you would still love me the same if you saw me bald. I never told you anything about how I felt, because…because I was scared, John. I was scared…That day…that was the first time I’ve felt naked. Being naked not because of nudity…No, I was naked because I was vulnerable to fear…death…but mostly because I was about to lose you. I felt emptied of everything. I could hardly hear myself breathe. Every thought that raced my mind was slowly slipping my sanity away. I tried holding back my tears, but eventually like sand where as you try harder to grasp it, the faster it slips away.  The next day I couldn’t believe my eyes, sitting right next to me was a bald John. *smirks* That was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me. And*Coughs and sees blood with it* I still want to tell you a lot of things…but I don’t think I have enough time to so *inhales deeply while removing the ring from her finger* I want you to forget about me…I’m sorry for being selfish, John*pulse on lifeline weakens* but thank you…just…Thank you for having hold on to me*breathes difficultly and holds John’s hand* but now I have to let go.*lifeline dies*

cooxncookies:

This Field

This field. This football field of De La Salle University. This one historical piece of open space; soon to be destroyed for the sake of constructing a new building for the newly formed College of Law. Now I’m not hating on this idea; it’s good to see DLSU-M expanding its opportunities, but at the expense of having to witness this piece of beauty be demolished is really disheartening. I’ve only been on campus for well over a year so I still have yet to uncover everything else that makes DLSU-M what it is, but it’s a definite fact that this football field has made its mark on the school.

In related news, on October 1 there’s going to be A Final Kick-off at the DLSU Football Field. Like a huge fun-filled bazaar and concert (kinda like our university week celebration) to welcome the new building. Bittersweet.

Congratulations Guia!

Goes to show that there are no limits when we express ourselves :)

(Source: guiastar)

- “I.feel.handicapped”

- “I should really consider living next to a 7/11 store”

- “Microwaved meals are great for lunch”

- “Lasagna in a box tastes better than those in most restaurants”

- “I have no idea how I paid P70 for something the cashier said cost P120”

- “Go away. These are my donuts”

- “I’ve just been mauled by a mob of kids on the street. These are still my donuts”

- “She be givin’ out bonus points like a pimp throws out money”

- “Cherry slurpees shouldn’t have meaty aftertastes”

- “Telling me that you’ll be done in 10 minutes does not equate to me waiting for 40”

- “I don’t want a new phone?!”

- “Globe, you have some sh*tty care centres”

- “At least whoever has my phone now knows good music”

- “Willow Smith has more swag than I do”

- Robin

Being the music junkie that I am, I enjoy any song that is, well, good regardless on whether it’s mainstream or underground. But the problem that lies with mainstream music is just that; it’s mainstream music. It gets aired EVERYWHERE. On the radio, TV, movies; basically any outlet for music. It gets aired so much that the liking for a song dies really quickly. For example; the other day I was listening to Wave 89.1 when “Airplanes” started playing. Having heard that song a number of times, I changed the station to Magic 89.9.

Can you guess what song was playing?

Yeah at that point I took out the car radio and chucked it out the window.

The annoying thing about overplayed mainstream (the phrase is in a way redundant xD) music is that some REALLY GOOD songs, or at least songs that I really like, get killed by overexposure. Like when I first downloaded Billionaire (a month before it aired on radio) I was hoping to goodness it wouldn’t go mainstream.

*sigh.

Having said this though, I don’t understand why people say mainstream songs suck AS SONGS. I mean, a lot of them are amazing but because of how overplayed they are it just dies for people. This may lead you to think; what do people really hate? The fact that the song really does suck, or the fact that they’re just sick of listening to it? For me, I take the latter part. I don’t hate mainstream music in general (I do hate some mainstream songs), but I start to “hate” them because of how I hear it every hour.

This is why I’m happy to have a tonne of underground songs in my library. :)

- Robin

Hey all!

This is a Tumblog for us scriptwriters of GMG to post any bursts of creativity we have jumbled up in our heads. So expect a lot of randomness, humour, fun…anything!

So sit back, relax and enjoy reading. :)