The first person Kathleen ran into the next day was Lester. And he was asking about her song. "Ano na? Nag-decide na kayo ni Jeff?" he asked. "Sinong nasunod?"
"Ah, actually, hindi pa kami nag-uusap 'eh," she told him.
"Ano ka ba girl!" he said, slapping the air in front of her face. "Sa Friday na 'yung contest 'ah! This week! Baka nakakalimutan mo. Kailangan n'yo na 'yung song by today, ilalagay pa namin 'yun sa programme."
Kathleen furrowed her eyebrows. "Oo," she nodded. "Kakausapin ko na si Jeff today, promise."
"Mamayang hapon 'ah," he said as he pointed a finger at her, and then went on his way.
Kathleen groaned and went straight to the work station Jeff was at. Or at least she tried to. On the way towards it, she ran into Adam.
"Good morning," he said, and flashed her a smile. "Kumusta ka?"
She smiled politely. "Okey naman," she said. "Ikaw?"
He nodded. "Okey rin, especially ngayon, kasi nandito ka na."
Kathleen hadn't meant to, but she blushed. She just wasn't used to compliments like that. What was up with him anyway? "Thanks," she said, although she wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say. Was what he said considered a compliment anyway? "Um, may kailangan pala ko gawin. Sige," she stepped aside so she could walk past him. And she walked faster, so she'd get to Jeff's work station right away. She did reach it quickly, but it was empty. He probably hadn't arrived yet. She sighed heavily, and turned around to go back to her own work station.
"Uy!"
"Ouch!" Kathleen jumped backwards. She had just bumped into something and her forehead told her it wasn't the padded wall of the cubicles. The low exclamation of surprise told her that it was Jeff.
"Ba't nandito ka?" he asked. "Wala kang mananakaw sa'kin, mahirap lang ako," he said.
Kathleen tried to roll her eyes, but managed to laugh instead. Her hand was still on the spot on her forehead where she'd hit him. She drew her hand back quickly, thinking she must look like a crazy person. "'Yung song ko," she said, "sabi kasi ni Lester, kailangan na daw talagang i-finalize by today."
"Ah, oo nga pala," he said suddenly as if he remembered something, and produced a piece of paper from his pocket. "Ito, nag-lista ako ng mga songs na babagay rin sa boses mo," he handed it to her.
"Ha?" she asked, taking the piece of paper from him. "Paano mo naman nalaman ano bagay sa boses ko?" she said as she read the titles he'd written. There were about 10 songs listed, and most of them were well-known songs. Impressively, he'd listed down songs that she also liked. "Wait," she squinted at one title. "Paraiso?!" she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Bakit?" he asked. "Maganda naman 'yun 'ah, saka bagay na bagay 'yun sa image mo."
"Image ka diyan," she rolled her eyes. "At paano mo naman nasabi kung ano ang image ko? Paano mo nalaman kung anong kaya ng boses ko?"
"Pinakinggan kita sa praktis kahapon, diba? Di alam ko na," he said as-a-matter-of-factly.
Kathleen looked at the list again, and then shook her head. Although they were very good songs, which she would be able to sing well, she still didn't want to change her original decision. She'd already practiced it and everything. "Thanks for the advice, but I think I'm the one who can tell what song goes with my voice best," she said, handing him back the piece of paper.
"Hindi kaya ganun 'yon," he told her. "Hindi naman ikaw ang nakakarinig sa boses mo, kami 'eh," he pointed out. "Ganito na lang, praktis tayo mamaya. Praktisin natin 'yung mga songs diyan, pati 'yung Say It Again kung gusto mo. Tapos saka tayo mamili, okey?"
She shook her head again. "Hindi na talaga, 'yung Say It Again na. May copy ako ng chords kung gusto mo."
"May copy na rin ako," he said, shaking his head.
"Ha?" she said, surprised. "Sabi mo ayaw mo tugtugin 'eh ba't may copy ka?"
"Hinde, 'eh tetestingin nga natin diba?" he told her. "Kung alin ang pinaka-mag-work sa boses mo, 'eh 'di 'yun na 'yung final answer."
She laughed. "Parang lab expirement 'ah."
"Oo, para masabi mo namang natignan mo na talaga lahat ng angles bago ka gumawa ng disisyon," he said.
Kathleen stopped laughing. "Ano?" she asked, remembering that she had just said practically the exact same sentence to Adam last night.
"Sabi ko, mas-mabuting matignan mo muna lahat ng angulo bago ka gumawa ng disisyon," he repeated, looking at her.
She stepped back suddenly, not knowing how to react. Why did he just say that? She furrowed her eyebrows and turned to walk away. "Alam ko," she said coldly, and then hurried back to her work station.
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From: Jose, Adam D.
To: Miranda, Kathleen L.
Subject: Uwian
Sa Pasig ka rin pala. Sabay na tayo. :)
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Kathleen read the e-mail she'd just received. And then she read it a second time. And then a third. Just to make sure, she read the exchange of e-mails they had before that latest one, to see if she implied anything along the lines of wanting him to go with her in going home. She didn't. So it was only right that she was surprised. She craned her neck to look at where Adam was sitting, a few work stations away from her, and saw that he'd already shut down his computer. He stood up, and walked towards her direction.
"Tara?" he asked when he got to where she was.
"Ah, sige, mag-shut down lang ako," Kathleen said, figuring she didn't have a choice. There usually wasn't anything wrong with leaving the office with an officemate. It was in fact, normal. But Adam was new, and they'd just met earlier that day. Sure, they'd been exchanging e-mails since then, but still she felt that it was all too sudden. Did people really make friends that easily?
She turned off her computer monitor and stood up as well. She was about to get her handbag from her desk, but he got to it first. "Ako na magdala nito," he said.
"Ha?" she was again, surprised. "'Wag na," she said, taking the bag from him. "Kaya ko naman 'yan 'eh. Next time ka na tumulong 'pag may mabigat akong dala."
He chuckled. "Sige sige, next time," he smiled at her again, and then they started to walk towards the exit. "So, ano nga pala 'yung team n'yo? Hindi mo na nasabi kanina."
"Ah, oo nga pala," she said. "Ikaw rin 'ah, hindi mo na nasabi kung anong song 'yung kakantahin mo."
"Ah," he said and laughed. "'Eh hindi naman kasi seryoso 'yun 'eh. Ano lang, Iris. 'Yung sa Goo Goo Dolls."
"O, maganda naman pala 'eh. Ok 'yung song na 'yun," she told him. "I'm sure si Jeff pumayag agad sa'yo na tutugtog siya nun."
"Ah, oo," he said. "Gusto nga rin daw niya 'yung song 'eh."
Kathleen nodded. "Ganon? Ang daya talaga. Unfair!"
Adam laughed. "Kung gusto mo, tulungan kita maghanap ng ibang song," he offered as they walked towards the bus station.
"Ha?" she looked at him. "Tulungan mo na lang ako i-convince si Jeff na tugtugin 'yung Say It Again, mas-gusto ko pa 'yun."
"Haha, ganon? So talagang mahirap pala baguhin isip mo once nag-decide ka na?" he asked.
She nodded. "Oo. Kasi hindi naman ako gumagawa ng decisions nang hindi ko pa talagang napag-isipan 'eh. So once nag-decide na'ko, 'yun na talaga 'yon. Naisip ko na 'yung mga iba't-ibang angles nung decision na 'yon, kaya 'di ko na babaguhin pa."
He nodded in agreement. "Sabagay, maganda ring principle 'yon. 'Yun lang, minsan hindi mo rin kasi ma-control 'yung circumstances, like 'yan, si Jeff. 'Di mo naman ma-aanticipate talaga na ayaw niya pala 'yung song mo."
"Well, pwede pa naman magbago isip niya 'eh," she told him. "Bakit kailangan ako 'yung mag-adjust?"
He laughed again, and nodded. "Buti ka pa ganyan ka, sana ako rin pwedeng maging ganyan."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
He suddenly heaved a sigh. "Wala naman, it's just that, sa family kasi namin, ako 'yung laging kailangan mag-adjust, I mean, ako lagi 'yung nagi-give way 'dun sa mga gusto nila."
"Ah..." Kathleen nodded, and then she kept quiet. Somehow, it seemed too personal a topic to talk about with a person you just met. Although she was flattered that he seemed to already trust her, she felt a bit awkward. "First job mo ba pala 'to?" she changed the subject. She figured it was the safe thing to do whenever conversations got awkward.
He shook his head. "Actually ok naman 'yung job ko before, 'yun nga lang, mas-malaki kasi 'yung sweldo sa'tin. 'Eh, medyo may financial problems kasi kami sa family 'eh."
"Ah, okay..." Kathleen's voice trailed off. She didn't know what to say. She may have brought up an even more awkward topic instead. "Saan ka pala nag-college?" she changed the subject again.
"Sa U.P. Ikaw ba?"
"Sa University of Asia & the Pacific."
"Ah talaga?" he looked at her. "May kaya pala kayo."
"Um..." she was suddenly dumbstruck. But it wasn't her fault, she thought. What exactly did one say to that anyway? She was still thinking about it when the bus they'd been waiting for arrived. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Tara na."
"O, ba't ka bumaba?" she asked him, surprised. "Diba sa may unahan ka pa?"
"Ah, okey lang, magje-jeep na lang ako. Hatid na kita," he said and smiled.
She just nodded. There wasn't anything else she could do anyway. They headed for the sidewalk, and started walking. The weather was cooperative that night. It wasn't too cold, but it wasn't too warm either. It was just right for walking outside. For a moment, Kathleen wondered if what was happening really was happening.
"Ba't ang tahimik mo bigla?" Adam suddenly asked.
"Huh?" she said. "Wala lang, hindi kasi ako sanay na may kasabay pauwi 'eh," she admitted. The truth was, she'd been feeling awkward all that afternoon, ever since they met in the meeting for the singing contest. She just wasn't used to all the attention he was giving her. She'd never experienced being given that much attention before, and although she had plenty of guy friends, the way Adam talked to her was different. The way he looked at her was different. It was all so very strange.
"You mean, hindi ka hinahatid ng boyfriend mo pauwi?" he asked.
Kathleen looked at him without expression. No, she didn't have a handful of ex-boyfriends to be able to call herself "experienced" in relationships. But she wasn't stupid either. That was definitely a leading question to whether she has a boyfriend or not. And it was definitely a sign that he was interested in her. He wouldn't have asked anything like it otherwise. "Kung hinahatid ako, 'di dapat hindi kita kasabay ngayon diba?" she said as-a-matter-of-factly, and instinctively started to walk faster. For some reason, she didn't like where their conversation was going, and thought of ways on how to make the time go by faster.
He chuckled. "That's true," he said. "Well, natanong ko lang naman kasi ayokong biglang may mag-aabang na lang sa'kin sa office tapos aawayin ako, kasi kasama kita ngayon."
She smiled politely and looked away. She didn't say anything.
"Mahiyain ka ba talaga?" he asked.
"Ha?" she said, still not looking at him. "Hindi naman. Depende sa situation. Minsan. Ewan ko."
He laughed again. "Okey lang, hindi mo kailangan mahiya sa'kin," he told her. "Ang totoo, sa ngayon, I'm kind of glad na pinagtripan ako ng groupmates ko at sinali nila ko 'dun sa singing contest. Kasi I got to meet new people, I got to make new friends," he paused and looked at her meaningfully. "Like you."
"Ah," Kathleen just nodded again. She really felt awkward. Somehow, it felt like things were going too fast. And she wasn't ready for them. "Well, marami pang ibang opportunities to meet people. Mayroong activity na parang ganyan 'yung department every month 'eh. Last time, nagkaroon ng Quiz Bee. Masaya rin 'yung mga ganun."
"I'll bet," he said. "Pero ok din 'tong singing contest. I'm really glad."
She smiled again, and figured that the most polite thing to reply was, "I'm glad too."
They reached the entrance to the subdivision where Kathleen lived, and she insisted that she'd be fine walking alone from that point. "Thanks sa paghatid," she told him, and walked slightly faster, so their steps would no longer be in sync, and there'd be more distance between them. "Ingat ka."
He got the hint and stopped walking after her. "Ikaw din," he said, and waved goodbye. He watched until she had passed the guard house at the entrance, and disappeared around the corner of the street.
Adam was soaking wet by the time he opened the door of the apartment he shared with his 2 cousins.
"O, ano nangyari sa'yo?" the older of his two cousins, Mike, asked. "Naglakad ka ba papunta dito?"
Adam nodded.
"Bakit naman?"
"Wala lang, may hinatid ako 'eh."
"Si Sandra? Akala ko taga-Quezon City 'yun? Naglakad ka mula Quezon City?" his younger cousin, Raffy, called from the kitchen.
"Ha? Hindi si Sands," he said.
"Weh?!" Mike asked, surprised. He stood up from the couch he'd been sitting on and walked to where Adam was. "Sinong hinatid mo? Ikaw chickboy ka 'ah!" he punched him lightly on the arm.
"Sino? Sino? May bago kang syota, kuya?" Raffy emerged from the kitchen, still holding a spoon.
"Wala," he told them and rushed into his room. He shut the door after him and locked it.
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TORN BETWEEN TWO LOVERS
(This is just a working title)
PROLOGUE
"Dalawa lang: Either 'yung happy-go-lucky funny guy na walang sineseryoso, or the emo sensitive angsty dark and brooding guy na lagi namang serious. So, alin ang pipiliin mo?" Michelle posed the question to her officemates who all looked keenly interested.
They were all having lunch together at the office pantry. Most of them had finished eating but since there was still some time left on their breaks, they made use of the time to socialize. Sometimes their conversations were about the current TV shows and celebrity gossip. Other times, it was about work-related issues and deadlines. But more often that not, probably because they were all girls who had lunch together, their conversations inevitably ended up being about guys.
"Ako mas-gusto ko 'yung serious guy, para alam mo agad kung anong meron sa inyo, kung nanliligaw ba siya, or may balak na ba siyang pakasalan ka or what. Mas-mabuti na 'yung malinaw," one of them, Jenny, immediately said.
"Ay ganun? Ako nga mas-gusto ko 'yung funny 'eh, para hindi boring. Saka para hindi predictable. Parang mas-masaya 'yung maghuhulaan kayo kung anong tingin n'yo sa isa't-isa tapos mag-aasaran pa kayo 'pag nalaman n'yo na," another one, Grace, countered.
There were two left in their table, and all three--Michelle, Jenny and Grace looked at them. "Kayo?" Michelle asked.
"Ay ayoko nga," the first one, Andrea, spoke up. "Hindi ako naniniwalang two lang. Marami namang kinds of guys sa mundo 'eh."
"Hindi hindi pwede 'yung sagot na 'yun," Grace told her. "For this conversation lang, if you had only two choices, which one would you pick?"
Andrea furrowed her eyebrows, and then shook her head. "Hindi talaga, hindi ako makakapili. Or wala, none of the above. Iba pa diyan 'yung gusto ko," she said firmly.
"Ganon? 'Eh kung pwede 'yun, 'eh 'di sa'kin pareho na lang. Ok lang naman pareho 'eh," Michelle said.
They all laughed. "Ano ba 'yan, 'yung isa none of the above, 'yung isa all of the above," Jenny pointed out.
"Oo, tapos tayong dalawa, magkaiba rin 'yung sagot," Grace said.
"In fairness, apat kayo at nakuha n'yo lahat ng permutation ng sagot," the last one in the group, Kathleen, noticed. And they all laughed again.
"Permutation? Yuck, math term 'yun 'ah," Grace said. "Puro ka talaga numbers. Geek! Geek!"
"Oo nga," Andrea said, looking at Kathleen. "Ikaw hindi mo sinabi kung alin sa dalawa 'yung gusto mo!"
"Oo nga," Michelle and Jenny both agreed. "Alin sa'yo, Kathleen?" Michelle asked.
"Ha?" Kathleen looked confused.
"Kathleen!" somebody called from outside the pantry. They all turned. It was Lester, from the Billing team. He was standing at the doorway and gesturing for Kathleen to come with him. "Meeting na."
"Meeting?" Jenny asked, looking from Lester to Kathleen, and then to Lester again. "For what?"
Lester raised an eyebrow at her as if to say that she should've known what it was about. He walked closer to their table and forced Kathleen to stand up so she could follow him. "'Eh 'di sa singing contest, ano pa?" he said, and then shut the door behind him.
Merely three weeks after he was hired as a billing coordinator for a multinational company, Adam found himself at a briefing meeting for the contestants of a singing contest. He looked around and saw some girls at the other end of the table, talking to a curly-haired guy who was strumming a slow song on a guitar. On the other side were a guy and a girl, rehearsing opening lines for an event that would happen at the end of the week. He looked around and saw everyone paired up, or maybe in groups of three or four. He was the only one not talking to anyone in the room. He was the only one not doing anything. He sighed. It was tough being the new kid. When the door opened and the Department Manager walked in, he was actually relieved. It meant that the meeting was about to start. Everyone around him arranged their seats and turned their attention towards the front of the room.
“Thanks everyone for coming,” Department Manager Josephine Picato said. “I know this isn’t the usual type of activity we have, but there’s always time for a little fun and games. Of course we shouldn't get carried away, but anyway...” she went on to talk about the mechanics of the event, its objectives, how the program would go… official stuff. She was in the middle of telling them the contest rules when Adam felt someone sit on the empty seat beside him.
“Um, marami na ba'kong na-miss?” he heard a soft voice say. He turned and found himself looking at the sweetest face he’d ever seen. He shook his head. “Hindi naman,” he said, and saw her smile.
When the speech ended they were left to talk amongst themselves on how they would go about the program. The two emcees, who introduced themselves as Janice and Lester, took the lead. They discussed about what songs the contestants were going to sing.
“Ikaw ba?” Adam asked the girl sitting beside him.
“Kathleen,” she said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
Adam looked confused, and then realized that she must’ve misunderstood his question. “Oh, Adam,” he said, holding out his hand and giving her a smile. “Actually, I was asking what song you were going to sing.”
“Ah sorry,” Kathleen realized her mistake and laughed. She shook his hand quickly and replied “Say It Again, 'yung kay Marie Digby.”
"Talaga?" he asked. "Gusto ko 'yung song na 'yun."
She chuckled. “Really?”
“Oo,” he nodded. “Bakit?”
“Wala naman,” she said. “You just, don’t look the type,” she smiled at him again. “Anyway,” she continued. “Ikaw ba, ano kakantahin mo?”
“Ah, hindi ko pa alam 'eh," he shrugged. “Actually, hindi ko nga alam kung bakit ako nandito 'eh,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “I think this is my team’s idea of a joke.”
She laughed. “Well, ganyan talaga 'pag bago.”
He laughed, and then nodded. “Ha, halatang-halata ba na bago ako?”
"Oo, 'eh wala ka kasing katabi kanina 'eh."
"Ganon?" he shrugged. "Wala pa'ko masyado kilala 'eh."
She nodded. “Okay lang 'yan, sa simula lang naman 'yan. Magiging at home ka rin eventually.”
He smiled. “Thanks,” he said. “Ano nga ba pala 'yung team mo?” he asked.
Before she could answer, one of the emcees, Lester, called her attention. “Kathleen,” he started. “Meron ka na bang copy ng song mo, or gusto mo tumugtog na lang si Jeff?”
“Ah... 'Yun pala,” she started, turning away from Adam. “Wala akong mahanap na instrumental version nung song 'eh.”
“'Eh ano ba 'yung song mo? Baka alam na ni Jeff,” Lester said.
“Say It Again,” Kathleen replied. “Marie Digby.”
Someone snorted.
Lester turned to the guy beside him who was holding a guitar. “Alam mo ba 'yon?” he asked.
The guy chuckled. “Oo,” he said. “Pero hindi ko tutugtugin 'yon.”
“Ha? Bakit naman?” Lester asked.
Kathleen looked at him questioningly as well.
The guy wrinkled his face in disgust. "Pambabae 'eh."
“Ano ka ba, dapat matutunan mo 'yung mga ganun,” Lester told him. “Lahat kaya ng contestant babae."
At that point, Adam cleared his throat loudly. He didn’t want them to know he was listening to their conversation, but felt he should speak up. “Hindi naman lahat,” he said.
Lester turned sharply at him with raised eyebrows. “Sino ka?” he asked loudly.
Adam felt everyone in the room look at him. “Um, ano, uh…” he stammered. “Adam. From Billing. Bago lang ako,” he said. “I’m singing, uh… I’m singing something.”
Half the people in the room laughed, the other half rolled their eyes.
“Contestant ka ba talaga?” one of the girls at the other end of the room asked. “As in?”
“Ah, ano... Ano kasi 'eh... Um..." he stuttered.
“Oo naman,” Kathleen spoke up. “Maganda nga 'yun 'eh, may variety.”
“That’s true,” Lester agreed. Everyone else seemed satisfied with his answer. Without another glance at Adam, they turned back to what they had been doing. Lester looked at Kathleen again, and then at Jeff. “So ano, hindi mo talaga kayang tugtugin 'yung song niya?”
“Hindi sa hindi kaya,” Jeff said, “okey lang kasi 'yung songs nung iba kasi medyo common na, marami nang rendition, so matutugtog ko na nang maayos. Pero 'yung Say It Again...” he turned to Kathleen. “'Di ka ba pwedeng magpalit na lang ng song? Iba na lang kantahin mo.”
“Ha? 'Eh 'yun na 'yung pinaka-bagay na song sa boses ko 'eh," she reasoned.
“Ows, imposible. Singer ka 'eh, dapat marami kang songs na alam kantahin."
“'Eh 'yun na nga 'eh," she said. "Hindi naman ako singer 'eh."
He rolled his eyes. “Oo oo gets ko na,” he said. “Nagkukunwari kang 'di marunong para ma-underestimate ka nila. Hustler ka pala 'eh.”
Kathleen rolled her eyes. "Hindi 'no. Hindi talaga ako singer, promise."
"'Eh kung hindi ka singer 'eh anong ginagawa mo dito?" Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Diba singing contest 'to? So lahat ng nandito, singers."
“Hindi kaya,” Adam suddenly said.
Lester, Jeff and Kathleen turned to him again, as if he’d interrupted their conversation which, he actually had.
“Ay, wala, sorry,” he said softly, and swiveled on his seat to look out the window.
“Hinde, alam ko na,” Lester said looking from Jeff to Kathleen. “I’ll leave it to you to decide. Either i-convince mo siya na tugtugin 'yung song mo,” he said, looking at Kathleen. “Or i-convince mo siya na palitan 'yung song niya,” he said to Jeff. “Basta give me your answer by tomorrow, okey?” he finished, and walked off to talk to another contestant.
Kathleen looked at Jeff with narrowed eyes, expressing her disdain at the situation. Jeff just grinned at her, and then went on to follow Lester to talk to the next contestant. Kathleen sighed. "'Pag minamalas ka nga naman..."
"Bakit?" Adam suddenly asked, turning his chair to face her.
"Ah, wala lang," Kathleen said. "Naisip ko lang kasi, ngayon kailangan ko pang problemahin 'yung song ko. 'Eh hindi naman talaga ako 'yung dapat na contestant namin in the first place."
"Oh?" he asked.
Kathleen nodded. "Kasi 'yung isang teammate namin, naka-leave siya for two weeks so ayun, no choice. Ako na lang 'yung sinali nila. Pero hindi talaga ako 'yung dapat. I mean, substitute lang ako."
Adam laughed. "I guess pareho tayong wala sa tamang lugar," he said.
Kathleen nodded.
"Although at least ikaw substitute, ako napag-tripan lang."
They both laughed.
"So we should stick together, right?" he asked her, and then smiled.
For a moment, Kathleen paused. She didn't know what to say. Maybe he was making friends. Or maybe he meant something else. It didn't help that he was kind of cute when he smiled, and that his smile this time was slightly different than how he smiled before. It wasn't just a friendly kind of smile this time, it seemed... expectant somehow. Thinking that too many seconds have already passed for her to give a reply, she just nodded and smiled at him as well. "Yeah." she said, her voice soft. "We should do that."
***
So I normally start my blogs with an entry like this, where I tell you what my purpose of creating this blog is. Because I have way too many blogs for my own good. But gah, the internet is this neverending black hole, and I eventually find purposes to do things here.
This blog is where I will post some of my stories. Yes, I know. I already have Fiction Press, and fanfiction.net and my main blog and my scratch blog, but well, I kind of needed a place to write this certain story, and maybe there will be others after it, and I remembered I had all this space on Vox, so I might as well use it.
So that's it. This blog is for the stories I'm currently writing. Since it's a bit of a hassle to uplaod unfinished stories in Fiction Press, and a recurring story would just make my other blogs a bit, er... disorganized. Hopefully, this will help me be more creative as well.
Thanks for reading! Enjoy the story/stories then! :)
So goes the life of blogger me. I actually had no intention of making an account here, as I already have so many accounts, but gah, I really really really wanted to comment on that one blog I saw, and darn it, to be able to comment you just had to make an acccount.
Now, I don't actually have any use for this so I really don't know what I'm going to do. Really. I really really don't know. Hopefully, something good will come to me soon.
on Another Day, Another Blog