The Greenery

Separate Lives 2

2013-04-28T21:32:00.002-07:00

To Ate Sue, after a hundred years *smiles*… I planned on making it longer but then you’ll have to wait another hundred years, torn between time and length, I decided on sacrificing its length. I hope it delivers still, much love, mwah!

She stalked out of the room, leaving you by yourself.

She’s gone, you succeeded in pushing her away.

Now the place that used to cradle you with warmth became a room so vast and filled with icy loneliness, you felt yourself shudder unintentionally.

**********

You saw her the moment she walked in, but even if you didn’t, you’d still know because your heart started its flip-flapping ways, just like always whenever she’s near. You wanted to approach her at that very moment but you know you can’t, she was surrounded by friends, her compatriots, and you very well know that you are now considered an enemy. A frown formed, instinctively.

You waited.

And then finally, she was alone.

“Hye Jung.”

You heard your own voice, it was calm. To bystanders, it looked like you were just acknowledging an acquaintance, a colleague, but a trained and knowing eye could see the throbbing of your pulse.

Silence.

And then, she walked away… without a word, without a glimpse.

You stared, a myriad of emotions floating on your gaunt face.

Until it was just pain, pure and complete.

Ooh, it's so typical, love leads to isolation
So you build that wall (build that wall)
Yes, you build that wall (build that wall)
And you make it stronger

You swirled the amber liquid that your glass holds as you hunkered in a bar somewhere in the posh district of Apgujeong, hoping to drink yourself to oblivion.

‘But I told them that I would never give you up, come heaven or hell. That we are in this together, that nothing and no one can separate us. But I guess, I was wrong, there was you, you did the job, magnificently.’

A recurring thought, no, a recurring memory. You decided, it’s a nightmare, a frequent and periodic one.

You were the asshole who initiated the break-up, you were the one who destroyed the relationship, you were the one who let go, so you should be the one moving on first, that’s how it should be.

But here you are wallowing in your self-made hell hole.

“You either get her back or you get on with your life without her.”

You looked up to see Jaejoong, one of your industry best friends.

“It’s been what, three months…” he continued when you gave no inclination that you understand what he just said, “and you’re still here drinking your sorrows away, like a forlorn lover.”

You didn’t take the bait.

“Shall I drink with you until we are so out of ourselves, we won’t even know who we are, then we can vomit our intestines out and suffer hangover together, and if we are lucky, we can even experience some body-hauling from your security, at least I prefer that than crawling home,” he sneered.

“Leave,” your monosyllabic response.

“You can’t just waste away Hyun Joong.”

“Watch me.”

He let out a guttural laugh and snapped “I know you can mother fucker, but I am asking you not to, you can’t just rot in here and blame it on your being heartbroken. Hwangbo-sshi shouldn’t carry the weight of your ruin.”

He waited… for his words to sink in.

“Fuck me!”

“I could but it wouldn’t change a thing, would it?”

You clamped your jaws so tightly a vein pulsated in your cheek as you bit back your wrath.

He watched as realization and acceptance finally dawned on you, he showed no remorse or pity, instead he heaved a sigh of relief, it has come to an end, YOU are now ready to truly let go.

Well you have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
Some day I might (I might) find myself looking in your eyes
But for now, we'll go on living separate lives
Yes for now, we'll go on living separate lives
Separate lives

Your shoulders began to shake and you caught yourself weep.

The Waiting Game

2013-04-11T17:53:00.001-07:00

Dearest Papercrane,

I tried writing SCR 7, I swear I did, but I’m too tired, and aging a bit *grins*, to do it, I think, I also lack the inspiration, alam mo naman na wala na ko masyado balita sa mundong kinababaliwan ko dati, working sucks, payo ko sa’yo wag ka magtrabaho pag-graduate mo, tambay-tambay lang, hahaha :P

Your birthday just passed, you’re graduating soon and I was late the last time we met, so I thought, I really owe you an efef, but then, I also celebrated my birthday (ilang ulit na simula ng magkakilala tayo), you almost always came late everytime we met and there was even a time or was it two that you didn’t even bother to show yourself after agreeing to a meetup, so yeah, my afterthought, ‘I don’t owe you a thing,’ quits lang tayo, hahaha…

Dearest Lloydie,

I’ll go straight to the point, I envy you! You are a corporate slave, albeit with a ginormous salary *grins*, and you can still write on a whim, how can you do that? Teach me, I wanna write on a whim too :D

In your case, I concede. You just celebrated your birthday, you were sorta, kinda promoted at work and I was, admittedly, late the last time we met; you wrote me a birthday fic, I never came earlier than you do eversince we decided we wanna see each other’s faces, except for that one time, I think we met Marie, Papercrane’s cousin that time, so I kinda really have to give you something in return, ano ba yan, wala akong kawala sa’yo, kaloka ka, be late next time, okay!

Seryoso na, happy birthday you guys, siningit-singit ko ang pagsulat nito habang pinapagawa ako ng executive summary, wish ko lang di nahaluan ng Joongbo ang accomplishment report na nai-submit namin sa DILG, hahaha! Love u both!

Dearest Ate Sue,

Wag mo isiping nakalimutan ko na ang continuation ng Separate Lives, meron promise, di pa lang natatapos, a little bit more patience manager-nim. Love you!

**********

2008

Kim Hyun Joong was working his butt off in Japan, sometime during their 6-months stint as pretend husband and wife in MBC’s We Got Married, when he found out that Hwangbo Hye Jung’s natal day was August 16. That along with other information about her he enthusiastically researched in the internet. He sent her a text message, greeting her, extending his heartfelt wish. He admits that it was wrapped in awkwardness but it was his first and he, of course, expected a bit of leniency.

He made a glorious riposte, as everyone in Ssangchu Land know, he even swore that she fell in love a little at that time, he felt it as per his words. A serenade scented by peaches and regaled by the moon and the stars -

I don’t know you but I want you all the more for that,

Words fall through me and always fool me and I can’t react

And who would forget, the promise of a thousand paper cranes.

2009

Several months had passed after they both bid reality TV goodbye, he became the star that she wanted him to be, a drama actor, a Hallyu celebrity. They parted ways as friends, not that he wanted nothing more, he had made his intentions known, but she was adamant, they started as a fake couple and they ought to end as such, an opinion he didn’t share but he complied nonetheless.

She celebrated her 29^th birthday with a fan event, a thank you present to her avid supporters. He, on the other hand, celebrated it on his own, he was in Hong Kong at that time. They spent a good two hours on the phone that night, talking and laughing about nothing in particular.

‘Saengil chukaha-yo!’

‘Kumao.’

‘Saranghae-yo…’

‘Pabo.’

Click.

They were physically apart but it didn’t felt that way.

2010

Her 30^th was celebrated in the midst of friends and loved ones; he was there, of course.

“I love the watch, it’s very pretty. Thank you.”

“You deserve all things beautiful. You are very much welcome.”

Sigh.

“What’s with the *sigh*? It’s your birthday…”

“It’s half past one, my birthday is officially over…”

“We’re being technical eh, humor me then.”

“I’m thirty…”

A minute of silence.

“And?”

“My parents told me that they wish for a grandchild, and soon,”

“Your oppa’s getting married in a few months and by the looks of it, they’ve already started the

process of making that wish come true. “

“Tsk, you and your runabout thoughts, uhm, hormones…”

“I can help you know… but does it have to be in nine months-time or we can like practice a bit?”

“Ah, molla!”

A couple of wishes could have come true, her parents’ and his, if she had only conceded and accepted his help.

2011

His career skyrocketed after We Got Married, offers abound, projects are aplenty, but 2011 was his busiest. During that year, the barest of necessities seemed like a luxury, he scarcely had the chance to eat or sleep on time. It was exhausting, don’t get him wrong, he love his music, he loves performing, he, even, appreciates all the attention and the limelight but it gets tiring and lonely.

Spending time with her hidden from the watchful eye of fans during his normal days was such a chore but it turned much worse that year. Taking time off work to hang-out, eat out or just plain see her for a while turned to be an indulgence he so craved for but he was allowed to do so rarely.

They celebrated her birthday a week late, in the wee hours of the night, at her apartment’s balcony. They watched the stars come to life and falter in the morn as they talked about each other’s life and career, places and people they want to visit and meet, stuff they long to buy, dreams they still wish to fulfill, and every other thing that crossed their minds.

“You’re off to Japan, again, in a day, right?”

“Yup!”

“Be gone then, you need to visit your parents and drink, at least, a few bottles of soju with your best buds before you go.”

“That I must do.”

“Right, so quickly give me my present… and wish me a boyfriend, and go.”

He gave her a set of jewelry he had carefully chosen at Mont Blanc.

“I wish you’d keep me.”

She just smiled, a smile that warmed his heart up to his very toes.

2012

The year of the London Olympics, the much-awaited year of Ssangchu-fanatics, the year that Park Choong Jae, aka Junjin, came back from the military, the year that he was reduced to just another male best friend. He understood that the latter was the first and original best friend, that he was a mere second, a filler at worst, but man, it sucked, jealousy was such a bummer.

Her 32^nd birthday was spent partying with Junjin, they were born on the same year and just three days apart, and some other friends, while he was away overseas, as usual.

His birthday gift – a week-long trip to Guam , with an extra bonus – himself.

“Thank you, but don’t you think, this is a bit too much?”

“Why are you here then?”

“I don’t wanna offend you,” she teased, “besides, who in their right mind would decline such an

offer, and in my case, it wasn’t an ordinary proposition, it’s a birthday gift, my birthday gift.”

“Then what exactly are we discussing here?”

“Why are you such a grouch?”

“I am not…”

“Yes, you are!”

And it went on and on until the sun shined its hottest and they were forced to leave – the beach and their childish banter.

Their last night was spent playing games and drinking beer, laughing and poking fun at each other, just making the most out of their little rendezvous.

“Hyun Joong…”

“Hmm…”

“If by the time I’m thirty-five and I still haven’t found the man that I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with, I want either you or Choong Jae to just… give me a child.”

Zzzzzzzzz…

He stared, slack-jawed.

2013

Ever since she made that drunk and not-so-decent proposal almost a year ago, he had been on his tippy-toes.

“She’s turning thirty-three in two weeks, and then there’s two more.”

“I beg your pardon sir.”

“Huh?” he looked at the bartender like he just found out he was standing there. “Oh, don’t mind me, I

just have this strange habit of talking to myself,” he smirked.

Waiting is such a pain in the ass.

He was, fortunately, in Korea, the day she turned thirty-three, a small and private affair was prepared by her family, a surprise birthday gift. Food and booze abound and because everyone who were there knew each other well, no one seemed to care how much they had eaten or how much they had to drink, it was merry-making at its highest, a night without a care.

August 17, Saturday, she was woken by the stream of sunlight that escaped the window curtains, it was her room, she was certain. But her bed felt different like there was an extra weight on her side, she also felt differently, like something had changed. She took a deep breath and felt a wave of nausea, “Ah, morning afters.”

She opened her eyes and was startled to see two large, striking eyes smiling up at her, yes his eyes were smiling at her, like he finally won an acting award. She opened her mouth to say something but was distracted by his sudden movement, her nerves must have took the day off for she didn’t felt quite a thing before that or she was just plain dumb to have not realized that she, Hwangbo Hye Jung, and he, Kim Hyun Joong was lying side by side in one bed, sharing a comforter that covered only half of their bodies and they were both splendidly unclothed.

“Kim Hyun Joong,” she roared.

But he just silenced her with a kiss, a kiss that turned into kisses that trailed down her whole body and heated up her whole being.

Several hours later, when both were sated from making love and pleased in discovering each other’s form, he teasingly declared, “Why wait for thirty-five when we can begin at thirty-three.”

Why do tomorrow what you can do today? Aja, Kim Hyun Joong!

Separate Lives

2013-03-11T20:52:00.002-07:00

Para kay Susan Bal, huli man daw at magaling, nahahabol pa rin, I hope it's true, BELATED BLESSED BIRTHDAY!

Thank u sa gifts, super appreciated :) Love you!

“Hye Jung…”

Your name, a name you hear so often, it seems like it doesn’t bear any weight anymore, but tonight, the sound of that name brings back all the burden that you so wanted to forget.

**********

Yours was a story made out of a fairytale book, not the conventional sort though, the one that many are accustomed to, yours was a bit different, a bit extraordinary.

You met at a time when both cannot afford any complication in life, when both were just fighting to stay afloat career-wise. In a way, you met unexpectedly. No plans, no expectations, it just happened, you met, you fell in love, the both of you were once happy… together.

It wasn’t easy, it was one hell of a roller coaster ride, the pride of Everland, the roller coaster that you once rode with him, couldn’t compare to what your relationship had gone through. You experienced the best and the worst with him, together you defied fate, friends, loved ones, each other.

You two almost made it, that’s what you believed anyway… until, he decided that it was time to put an end in your love story.

He just finished dinner, a feast that you prepared with love, after all, it was the first time he was home, the first time he was with you, after a month of being separated, because he need to work, because he need to iron out some things with his parents.

But you weren’t primed to what he was about to say, if you knew, if you only knew, you would have used all your power to delay – the inevitable. You were blinded by then… you were madly in love.

“Buin,” he started.

You had always love the way he spoke that endearment, it was like a balm to your weary soul, your very own magic word, but the way he said it at that time seemed so somnolent, like he was trying to control his own feelings, like he was fighting his own inner battle, like he was hiding something. Yes, that hitch in his voice gave it all away.

“I don’t know how to say this, I really don’t. I’m not even sure if I wanted to but I know I had to, I’ve been raking my brains out these past few days, or is it weeks, hell, I am not even certain about that.”

“Shillang,” you tried to give him back his focus.

“Fuck, I hate myself! I hate being a good son, no, I hate myself for being a spineless dolt! I’m blabbering and I hate that too! I pray that in time you’ll learn to forgive me, I pray that in the shortest possible time, you’ll learn to forget," he paused, sighed and went on, "me and what I am about to do."

You just looked on, waiting for the catchphrase, waiting for that one devastating line.

One deep breath, "let's end this, we need to end this."

You opened your mouth as if to say something, closed it, opened it, closed it again, all the while staring at him, at a loss.

"My parents,"

"I know," you cut in, "they told me."

He didn't say a word, prompting you to continue.

"But I told them that I would never give you up, come heaven or hell. That we are in this together, that nothing, no one, can separate us. But I guess, I was wrong, there was you, you did the job, magnificently," she ended.

It was his turn to stare... and more, he felt empty.

**********

"Hye Jung..."

You've dreaded coming to Jung Ryeo Won's birthday, a former member of Chakra like you, but as she is a dear friend, you've decided to take your chances. And because you're such a lucky girl, your worst fear came to life... he was even talking to you.

You steel yourself, from the onslaught of emotion, from the recurring pain. You feel nothing, that's what you wish to believe and it will happen, not just yet, but someday. Someday, you'll be okay.

You took a deep breath and walked away.

And then it played...

You have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
We can't go on just holding on to time
Now that we're living separate lives

Note: Ate Sue, may continuation ito promise :) Wait lang konti...

Once and Always

2013-02-22T20:22:00.000-08:00

Para sa chinggus, mahal ko kayo! Sa mga nag-birthday na, belated gift ko sa inyo, sa mga magbi-birthday pa lang, advance gift naman, hahaha... Sana magustuhan nyo :) Noimee, singit ka na din dito ha :P

Somewhere in one of those exclusive and affluent district in Seoul, a certain Hallyu star was having his much-needed me time, which he could use to sleep, one of his favorite pastime, or he could drink with his best buds, something he wasn't able to do for a while now, but nope, he decided to mope in his bed and think of the past, a past he so wanted to relive and turn around.

He was a struggling idol leader back then, yes their group have quite a number of doting fans but it wasn't enough to make them afloat in the business. Their company set them out to try their luck in the Land of the Rising Sun, they got noticed alright but not in that immeasurable way that their company hoped for, and they even suffered a fallout in their own home. To save his group, he reluctantly entered the world of Korean variety shows, he became a husband, er, a make-believe husband to Hwangbo Hye Jung. Yes, the drop-dead gorgeous, kind-hearted, ideal woman of all idol-kind, only because mankind would be a bit extreme. He wouldn't claim to have fallen in love at first sight because he simply didn't, his fall was a progression, a continuity of some sort, something he didn't plan nor expect, he didn't even noticed it until he was already off the cliff. He's not complaining or anything because truth be told, being given the chance to love her is his greatest happiness, second to none, even to his music.

It was an exhilarating and satisfying ride with her, from We Got Married-induced lovey-dovey moments to real life intimacy, it was perfect... up until the fool that he is, uhm, was, because he firmly believes that he's all mature now, made a fatal mistake. The green-eyed monster struck him when he chanced upon a text message from Bi, he used to call him Bi-hyung but after that incident, let's just say he wasn't able to get over the fact that he was the cause of his pains *crying bullets*, if he were to tell the whole truth, it was just an ordinary birthday message and dinner invitation from a friend but because he was a jealous freak, he made a hell hole for himself, wait, just look at her, come on, who wouldn't be jealous? So, he flew to Hongkong with Yong Saeng and created a scandal that would ruin his life forever, nothing really happened though, he wanted to, yes he did, you know to let off some steam and a bit of his body heat, but he couldn't, he was, after all, deeply in love with another woman. But there was no turning back, he had to reap what he sow, he was bound to suffer the consequences of his temporary insanity - he broke her heart on the eve of her 29th birthday, tsk!

And now, four years later, he's still hang up with what ifs and could haves.

Kim Hyun Joong heaved a sigh.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the four, or so, corners of MBC, a meeting that may turn his life around was taking place.

"We need to do something, the higher ups already issued an ultimatum," the PD griped.

"We're going to have Taecyeon and Wu Ying Jie soon, they're idols and both popular so I'm sure our ratings will pick up by then," one creative consultant spurred.

"If we aren't sacked yet by then," a bespectacled writer chimed in.

"What are you suggesting then," the creative consultant asked.

The writer shrugged, "beats me!"

"I know! We give the audience what they want, something that they had been asking for" the PD beamed.

The staff and crew of We Got Married looked at each other knowingly, did some eyebrow wriggling and scrambled off to do what they had to do.

Two weeks later...

After a grueling push-and-pull with their managers...

And after an arduous inner battle, Hwangbo Hye Jung and Kim Hyun Joong finally decided on appearing in the show - a We Got Married Special Edition, a reunion of the first season's finest, the Ssangchu Couple reunited.

It was awkward, meeting again after a number of years and greeting each other like they were just colleagues, like they don't have any connection deeper than that of Korean entertainment industry. In all honesty, it actually stings.

But to hell with that, she was there and they were standing in the same stage, breathing the same air and pretending to be civil, friends even... it was enough! Heck, he felt like Christmas came several months earlier and Santa sent him the grandest gift of all.

There was the customary introduction and greetings, a blast from the past video clips, reminiscing and story-telling, discussions and interviews. It was maladroit-ish but he enjoyed every minute of it, and he claims he's all mature now, HA!

"Hyun Joong-sshi," Lee Hwi Jae called his attention, "do you miss Hwangbo-sshi?"

"Of course," his quick reply, "working with her is such a privilege, I mean she is the one and only Hwangbo Hye Jung, and I became his husband, I bet, ani, I know that a lot of men envied me, and some may still do," he grinned.

"Then, persuading you to come back to We Got Married as her make-believe husband will be easy," Hwi Jae commented.

"No! I am quite positive that our stint as a fake married couple in 2008 will be our first and last."

"But you just said," Hwi Jae began.

But Kim Hyun Joong didn't allow him to finish, "Our time together was, IS, magical, with and without the camera rolling, it will never be matched and can never be duplicated. OURS is a once in a lifetime experience but it is for keeps. We met and fell in love once and it will be for always."

The world was at a standstill.

Until she smiled and beckoned him. "Once and always."

The One That Got Away

2012-06-30T02:30:00.001-07:00

currently obsess with Katy Perry's song :)

Beijing, 2012

During one of his interviews:

He took his seat and plastered that dashing smile. The smile that earned him millions.

The usual, more of never ending, question of what his ideal type of girl is was asked of him, he used to count how many times he had answered such a question, of how he gave the same and simple reply but sometime during the expanse of 8 years that he had been in the business, he lost count.

But that interview was unlike any other.

His answer was the same but the way he threw caution in the wind, made it different.

It was a stark disclosure, definitive, bold.

"My ideal type of girl is someone that is like a friend to me, has a good personality, put less make up on normal days, with a plain appearance. A simple, honest character, someone who is able to spend time in harmony with me and my friends."

"When there is someone I love, I will continue my love for her no matter how difficult it is."

"Working with Hwangbo sunbae, we appeared as a couple at that time. We really had a great collaboration back then, I miss those times. However as artists, we are all very busy with our craft, so we can't contact often, but if there’s an opportunity for another collaboration, I am more than willing to work together again."

They were done, the interviewer was about to say her farewell, and it was then she noticed the difference, he's smiling alright, but it wasn't his million dollar smile, it was more vibrant, like he meant it, like he was really happy. And his eyes, there was a certain spark, of relief, of happiness, of being true.

She smiled her own, "I wish you the very best Kim Hyun Joong! I know that it'll make a lot of women, and some men, cry," she grinned, "but I hope you find the one that you're looking for very soon."

A falter in his smile, a crack in his composure, "I had," he whispered.

Call it women's instinct, maybe that was why she knew, "I know. I just," a pause, "I wish you happiness Kim Hyun Joong-sshi."

They share a smile, knowing, sincere.

Korea, 2012

A few days before his interview:

Somewhere around the Apgujeong district, in one of those private and posh bars and restaurants, a certain 4D prince was out and about hoping to have a taste of Korean nightlife before he drown himself in another bout of out-of-country promotion tours. His work and ever-rising career as a Hallyu star hindered him from drinking, playing and hanging out with his friends, he's almost sure he already forgot what chilling out is.

He was seriously having fun in the midst of old friends and acquaintances when his attention was caught by some bellowing and hooting from a group of folks right smack in the middle of the establishment, call him curious or a snoop but something about that group drawn him in. And when his eyes focused on her, he instantly knew why.

The smile that shone in his face could have sold a billion copies had it been caught in film, the sight of her have that effect on him, watching her in the television and from afar give him a certain kind of happiness only she can give, but watching her upfront, smiling and happy, warm his heart, like he did something good and he earned that joy, like he owns it, him.

But cursed his sight for seeing something it shouldn't.

A platinum band with pear-shaped diamond flanked by surrounding pave-cut stones.

He would have loved to live like a fool believing it was just one of her ordinary accessories, if only. If only she hadn't flaunted it like it was the most beautiful ring she ever laid eyes on, if only she hadn't admired what's in her hand like it's the most precious jewelry she ever had, if only she didn't glow like that, like she's the luckiest girl in the world.

'I see you're getting married.'

Beijing, 2012

A few days after his interview:

On his way to another photo shoot, he got a text message, something that he has been waiting for but at the same time was scared to receive.

He drew a sigh - a release of fear, a prayer for strength, a sense of something that is to come.

'Your recent interview created quite a stir, you mention a few words about the show and it made the headlines, something only you can do (insert a smiley). But I thank you, for the nice words... and for remembering, it has been what, four years?'

'Forget? Never! I just don't go wearing my heart on my sleeves (insert a smiley).'

'I'm glad you didn't loose your sense of humor.'

'It didn't matter whether the world knows or not, whether they had forgotten or simply keeping mum, ALL that matters is you, YOU should know, and you do, right?'

'I guess...'

'I'll take that as a yes (insert a cocky smiley).'

He waited for a reply but there came none.

'But, I know, you're waiting for something else, you wanted something bigger, something that you can gamble on, something more real. And I wasn't able to give you that.'

She didn't took the bait, she kept her silence.

'I may not grew the balls that you said I was lacking overnight, but what if I did in the long run, what if I can do all the things that you hope for, now, until whenever?'

He stared at his mobile phone, holding his breath.

'Sorry.'

One word and it was over, everything that was and ever will be, gone.

'Yeah, me too...'

"You just don't know how much," a silent tear and then it was done.

And in another life I would be your girl
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in other life I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away

Deuce

2011-11-07T00:23:00.007-08:00

I began writing this story November of last year, during my first week at work, to those who are clueless, I got back on the working grind that same month. I was still full of (myself *grins*) energy then, I attempted to be a superwoman, it was an epic failure, obviously; being a working mom sure is hard, REALLY HARD. Five months later, DEUCE is finally, finally done. I deserve lots of love, don't you think?

Oh yeah, this is sort of a second chapter of GAME OVER, or not; it can be and can be not. Hmm, I just decided that I'm still undecided, so yeah, uhm, just carry on *grins super-duper widely*.

"Can we talk?"

"Not here Hyun Joong," she answered

"Where then?"

He waited for an answer but there came none.  "Tell me where and when and I'll be off, I'll obey you like a good little pup just give me a chance to explain, to tell my side of the story.  I know you're angry, and I can't damn well do anything if you choose to continue to be so but you have to hear me out sooner or later, so please..."

He paused, waiting... but nothing came.  Not a word, not even a glance or a sigh, and as much as he hate to admit it, he must be turning into an emotional looser, because it hurts, the way she treats him like he's nothing, freaking hurts like hell.

"I had looked for you everywhere, but you're ability to hide surpasses even that of my best security men, after almost a month of hide-and-seek I had finally caught on, I deserve a reward don't you think," he paused, hoping for a response.  He heaved a sigh and continue, "a minute or five of your time would do." 

Silence.  His litany was met with silence.  At that time even a twitch would have suffice, heck, he would have welcome violence, even.

"Aren't you tired of hiding, of running away?" he pressed on.

"Aren't you tired of running after me?" she countered.

"I will never!  I'll go to the ends of the world and run after you for the rest of my life if I have to.  I'm willing to do that, and I am sure I can do that and more.  I need you that much.  I love you that much."

"You ne-"

He didn't let her defer him, afraid that he might loose his nerve.  "But the pain of knowing that I am the one you're running away from, that I can't handle; the mere thought that you detest me that much, that my existence in your world prompt you to hide, is killing me."

He stopped, pain and regret laced his voice, but hope, hope shone in his eyes.  

She gripped the back of the chair, hard, stilling herself from all that she heard, more than his words, his misery.

She was almost in the loosing front of her inner battle but she can't, not just yet, she wasn't ready... to forgive... to forget.

"I can't, I'm sorry," she whispered, drained.

Her answer didn't make sense, but he understood nonetheless.  

"Hye Jung-sshi," an intruder called; they both turned, curious.

His presence painted a whole new picture, a small smile tugged on her lips, which eventually turned into a satisfied smirk.

"Jung Ji Hoon, you know I've been waiting."

He looked at his watch, "Not a minute late, I think a hug is in order," he teased.

She giggled, literally. A bit inappropriate if you'll ask her husband.

"Oh, Hyun Joong-sshi, thank you for lending me your wife."

He stood rooted.

She passed him by, "Deuce!"

He stood still, rooted, AND at a lost.

Game Over

2011-09-23T12:20:00.000-07:00

A short one, may nang-irita lang sa akin kagabi at dahil pinili ko manahimik para di ma-hurt ang feelings nya, eto isang efef, asar lamang, hays... pasalamat kayo sa taong may sala, bigay ko account nya sa FB, hahaha...

They've been married for a year but that doesn't stop women from throwing themselves at him, who wouldn't, he's a real life Adonis who has the world in his hands.

Kim Hyun Joong is one of the leading icons of the Hallyu wave and, currently, one of the flag bearers of Korean entertainment's pursuit to stamp their name in the international scene.  He was an idol leader who made a name as a solo artist, both as a singer and an actor, but his boldness made him a star - he had gotten married at the age of twenty-seven with his reality TV co-star, Hwangbo Hye Jung, who is six years his senior.

It wasn't an easy choice, he weighed his chances and gambled.  It is fortunate for them, for him, the age of romanticism lingers, theirs was accepted as one of those twisted fairy tales.

He continued on his path and became a household name not just in Korea but the whole of Asia, while the woman behind him opted to let her star dimmed and focused on her business ventures, charity works and being a wife.

It's not perfect but they wouldn't have it any other way, they were the half of each other's soul, they fill the void in each other's heart, he completes her and she completes him.

It was pure bliss.  Until he made one fatal mistake.

He gave in to temptation.

It wasn't planned, he never ever dreamed of cheating on his wife, it hadn't cross his mind, not ever.  It just effin happened.

He was tired and lonely in a place far from home, and she was there.  He long for warmth in his bed, and she was there, willing to give it to him.  He had a little too much to drink, she was there, and that's all it took.

For him to walk on the path of no return.

He woke up dazed, liquor do that to people, he saw the woman in his bed and panic surged in; he remembered what happened and he felt loathing so powerful, how he hated himself; he thought of Hye Jung, that's when fear crept in.

He knows her too well.  

But the deed is done, he had already sinned against his wife.

He did everything to keep that impropriety a secret, but the guilt, the shame, it's killing him.  Remorse made life a bit difficult each day, he looked as dashing as usual but inside he was breaking apart.

Every time he came home to a sulking Hye Jung, he trembled in fear; every time he had an out-of-town and out-of-country schedule, his trepidation increases; every time she went out to hobnob with her celebrity friends, he feared for the worst. 

But he was able to pull through, he still had his wife by his side, unsuspecting, undoubtful.

But secrets are bound to be revealed, it's an unwritten law of the universe.  It is just a matter of time.

And his came, just when he expected it least.

It was their second wedding anniversary and he gifted her with a beach house in Jeju, she was more than grateful and immediately agreed on a getaway.  A secret rendezvous,a second honeymoon... almost.

They arrived in the island an hour after twelve and decided on having lunch at Seaes, before heading to their new home.  

Wrong move.

They were deflected out of their way when his former PD spotted him at the hotel, it is but necessary to pay his respect, so he asked his wife to go ahead and order for him.

Another wrong move.

He approached the PD and his crew and was aghast to find out who the star of the drama they were shooting is - the woman who had led him to infidelity.  But she was nowhere in sight, so he was forced to ask and then he wished he didn't.

He bowed and strode away, and ultimately made a run for it, but he was too late.

He found them, talking, he walked closer, with muffled steps, midway, he caught her eye and was privy to her un-shed tears.

The deed is done.

Game over.

NOTE:  I have a food blog, Pud Blag ni Ako, and yes I'm shamelessly pimping it, go and give me some love there, puhleese!

She

2011-08-07T08:04:00.000-07:00

Bubuyog, utang muna ung fic na promise ko sau, pwede sana ito pero dahil may mention ng ibang girl, I dare not dedicate it to you, hehe. I promise to do it as soon as I'm able :D Para sa chinggus na tigang sa efef, hope it delivers :D

**********

A man's road to success is never easy, and his is no different, what he have now - the fame, the fortune, the adulation of fans all over the globe - those are but fruits of his hardwork and sacrifices.

To most it is just one of those days, but not to him, today he won't care about anything but himself, it's not often that he was given a day or two of rest, especially after he released his first solo album, he now made a mark on his own, he is and forever will be a part and leader of his group SS501 but it'll be hypocritical of him to say that breaking out and making it through, all on his own merits, didn't send him off to a different kind of nirvana. But he won't dwell on any of that today, today he woke up with one goal in mind - to have a taste of happiness, a glimpse of his heaven.

He cooked himself some ramen, checked the stacks of DV-R, all of which are her shows, recorded by the wife of his manager hyung for his viewing pleasure, grabbed the remote and found himself the most comfortable seat on his couch. It has been a while and he had missed on a lot so he had planned on doing nothing but be high on her, his personal brand of ecstasy, his very own cocaine - his happiness, his addiction.

He was on his last few discs when the door to his condominium unit open, he was too engrossed on watching her to hear the tick of the lock.

She came in armed with meat and soju, she has never been comfortable drinking any kinds of liquor but months of being with him thought her to conform to what he likes. She still lacks the tenacity to go on a drinking binge with him but being with him as he do so is enough for her, any activity that permits them to be together is good enough for her. She took a number of steps in and was frozen in dejection, he was casually seated on his couch watching the woman she knew he loves like the rest of the world doesn't matter, like no one else exist but her.

It felt like an eternity had passed before she got the courage to say a word, she faked a cough to get his attention but even that cost her heartache. It took her three tries, three fake, forceful coughs before he took notice, before he took his eyes away from the television screen, away from her.

"I don't know who among us three has the worst fate, she, for having been robbed out of a happy ending with you; you who had fallen for her, a woman you are forbidden to love and then settling with another woman you knew you can never love; or me, for being that woman. To the world, I, Jung So Min, is your girlfriend, envied by everyone, but in reality, I am just a stranger you, Kim Hyun Joong, had never spared a minute to know and you will never do... am I right?"

She held her breath and patiently waited for a reply, hoping against hope that he'll say or do something to disprove what she had just said but none came. She silently made her way out, battling with her own tears, she had known it since the beginning, she knew that she's in for a heartache but that didn't stop her from dreaming, from hoping... even at that moment, the part of her heart that isn't broken still beats for him.

He stared at her retreating back, willing himself to call her name, to stop her from leaving, to promise her a new beginning, but he just can't, because everything that she had said is true. His heart, his whole being, doesn't belong to him anymore, he had given it to her, to his one true love, to Hwangbo Hye Jung.

They may not be together, but that doesn't mean they can't love each other from afar.

What's In a Name? (Part 3 - A)

2011-06-29T19:42:00.000-07:00

Finally, an update. Don't you just detest my laziness *grins*? Actually, this time, I have an excuse, been sick, was confined for two days, because I am a friggin' glutton *lol*, most of my cyber friends know (read: if you don't know, it just means one thing, we're not, hahaha, kidding!) that I am allergic to certain kinds of seafoods but none the worst than squid and they also know how stubborn and hard-headed I am, eating and sampling a few once in a while. I get out unscathed most of the time, because I am always equipped with the right meds and allergy-busters, but some times I do get punish for all my wrong deeds *grins*, and so I did, but I am fine now, ready to write you a decent enough efef and have a taste of calamari again *tongue out*.

She went out of the restaurant and left, willing herself never to look back, determined to build a life without him.

She sighed, 'Freedom is bittersweet.'

She was welcomed home by the incessant ringing of the phone which she didn't bother to pick up, every ounce of energy she has had been sucked out of her, now all she wanted was to lie down and rest. 'Another failed attempt on an anniversary celebration, third on my list, all with the same man. Oh, why is my future so bleak?' Even her thoughts made her weary.

Her mind and heart had took on a grueling task and was just begging for some repose but the respite that she so desired, was also the respite that she couldn't have, just like Kim Hyun Joong, the only man that she dreamt of spending forever with, the same man who didn't gave her forever a chance.

She was lying in bed prompting herself to win over the ceiling in a staring contest, a battle of will, when she heard the silent creak of an opening door, "Darn, I forgot to change the code again." For every time she seek refuge at her place after a fight, the drat man that she so love was able to sweet talked her to a reconciliation, all because he knew the code to her security lock. She was that easy, she was hopelessly in love.

She rigidly wait, pretending slumber, torn between her will to face reality, to let him go completely, and her wish for a fairy tale ending.

She felt his weight beside her, so she braced herself for an onslaught of tender words, words of repentance, words of endless promises, but she felt like eternity had passed before she heard him whispered, "Hye Jung-ah."

And her heart sung of love all over again, her mere name coming from his lips was enough to thaw the ice that she had been coating her heart with. 'Oh God, give me the strength to resist, please force my heart to understand that I can't live like this, not for long...'

"Hye Jung-ah please... I know that you're awake, I had watched you sleep for a dozen times, for every time I made you wait, for every time I made it home late, for every time I woke up scared that you're not beside me anymore, for every time you fell asleep after we made love, the tranquility in your face, in your form, I know all about it; I'm sorry but your light and constrained breathing gave you away. Let's talk," he pleaded.

She steeled herself from his beseeching voice, willing herself to stay still.

He waited... for a response, a nod, a twitch, any sign that she's listening, that she still care. But he was awarded with none, "I know that you're angry, I know that you're hurt, I know that you've given me a second, third, fourth, fifth, hell, my hundredth chance and I know that I screwed them all up, I know that I am not the best boyfriend, I won't even compare to a regular one" he smirked, contempt on oneself. "Bloody hell, I even know that you can find a man hundred times better than me, someone who will always be at your beck and call, but what do I do, I love you too much to just let you go. I love you too much to..."

"Marry me then," she cut him off, a challenge and a plea.

He was flabbergasted, he didn't expected that, not from her, if it was her way of shutting him up, she succeeded big time.

He looked funny with his mouth ajar, his hand suspended in mid-air, his body immobile, he looked like somebody stunned him. She would have laugh, if she wasn't feeling aggrieve, if she wasn't dying of a broken heart.

Minutes had passed, but it seems like a lifetime to both, "No?", she choked, using all her mental prowess to bind her brewing emotions, to settle the score.

"Hye Jung-ah, you know that I want to, it's been our plan all along... but... it's not yet the time, I am not ready, my career's just taking off, my fans..."

"Arasso," she said, stopping his litany of excuses, "I understand."

"Hye Jung-ah," he called in the tiniest of voice, scared of what was to come, of her verdict.

"Then, we both know what to do," her answer, her voice firm, her face free of emotions.

"Wha-"

"I want something that you cannot give," she continued, blocking his words, unwilling to give him time to think of a rebuttal, of another way out, she was scared, because more often than not, her mind looses to her heart, and her heart doesn't belong to her anymore, he had ruled over it eversince they got together. "And I am tired of being the adult in this relationship, I am tired of being patient, of giving in, of waiting, of hoping... I want a break, I badly needed a break -"

"A break, a space, I'll give it to you, whatever you want, I'll wait in the sidelines, I'll wait until you're okay, I'll wait patiently, until you're able to call me, until you say my name."

"I wanna start anew."

"We will start anew, I will be better and we will -"

"I want out Hyun Joong, I want out," she whispered, drained.

He staggered under the power of her words, 'she wants out, after years of trudging the high waters with me, after years of being together, she wants out, like it doesn't matter, like it's that easy.' He stared at her, his hand balled into fist, pain written all over his face. "I know it hasn't been easy," he begun, "but we... you and I, we belong together, we are meant to -" but he was cut off.

"We are meant to part ways, we are destined to live our lives separately, can't you see, we had tried for three years, but look at us now, we still weren't able to make it," agony laced her voice but her words were firm, she was determined.

"Hye Jung-ah, listen to me..."

But she already made up her mind, his unwillingness to make her a priority just sealed it. "I'm exhausted, you know you're way out," was her reply, an end, to their conversation, to the discussion, to what they had.

She burrowed deeper in her bed, pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned to her side, away from him.

He just looked on, rendered speechless, his heart broken, his fire to live doused off.

Ang chapter 3 - B susulatin pa lang, kung ako sa inyo di na ko aasa, hahaha...

The Luckless is Loving the Lucky

2011-06-22T20:14:00.000-07:00

Dear all,

This song has been on constant replay on my music player since three days ago, I don't know why, I'm just sooo in love with it :D

I know that this song has been out for the longest time already, but just humor me and listen, owkie.

Much love,
ME :)

Don't you think a Lucky-inspired romance story will be nice? Yes? Now we just need to find an efef writer who is willing to write us one. Hmm, who should we bother... lloydie? the bruha? or bubuyog?

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

2011-06-21T02:25:00.000-07:00

ITO GINAWA KO PARA KAY AHJUMMA, WALA LANG GUSTO KO LANG, HAHAHA...

They started as entertainment colleagues who played husband and wife in a reality show. They started as an awkward tandem, who didn't even know how to make a conversation, how to do a show.

Then they became this make-believe couple in the eyes of the public, a make-believe couple who were slowly learning about each other, trying to hold on to the littlest of things to make their relationship, or whatever, work and prosper.

One may credit it to their hard work or to their natural ability to be charming, them being husband and wife was such a hit, even they themselves were torn whether it was still for the show or if it was for real.

The secret looks, the silent stares, the timid smile, those teeny weeny details started it all - they bridged the gap between reality and make-believe... without them knowing. The thing is, it wouldn't have mattered even if they did.

Emotional barriers, personal restrictions, inferiorities, they had thought through that; internal battles, fights in the fore front, those were in their midst; and still they let each other fell. Tried as they might from saving each other, in the end, both fell in love... deeply.

Theirs didn't had a name, they knew that they both love each other, even with all the buts and the ifs, but it wasn't something official, they just felt it with their hearts, and that was enough. Enough to have made them glow, enough to have made them giddy, enough to have made them fly.

It was a private affair, an industry secret, their stint as a married couple is such a success because they weren't acting, they were playing their role for real. Their chemistry on-screen was strong enough to pull in everyone, but the friction and electricity off-screen was way up the grid, television sets would have exploded if their sweet moments were caught on cam.

The playhouse ended, but the characters remain.

Full schedules, rising careers, mobs of fans, breaking traditions, that's what they had gone through, months of not seeing each other, of not hearing any news, but they were able to pull through. For them, no distance, no distractions, no words were needed, because their hearts, what they had, it filled all gaps. What they had was pure, and that had been their leverage against the world.

And then, one snowy day, on the 20th month, they decided on taking the plunge, on putting a name, on being official.

They had the easiest of conversations, the simplest of dreams; they shared the hottest of kisses, the grandest of life; it was the greatest of love.

It was almost a happy ever after... sadly, they did not come out of a fairy tale.

The will to keep on fighting vanished, the urge to prove people wrong ceased, the conviction to make it to the end was lost and the belief that they are meant to be together forgotten.

What was left were snippets of the past, of what could have been...

And then, it was surrender!

"Not everyone who fall in love are meant to be together."

What's in A Name? (Part 2 - B)

2011-06-19T00:11:00.000-07:00

ETO NA, WISH KO LANG WORTH THE WAIT ITETCH :P

His effort fell short.

The time he reached the restaurant, she was gone, long gone.

The night when they were supposed to celebrate their third anniversary, turned out to be the night that he broke another promise, the night he broke her heart yet again. The good man that he was, told him to just let her go... to a better place, to a better man; but the man that he is, the selfish and unfair man that he had become decided on holding on, on chasing after her, on promising anew.

And he did, erase that, he tried.

She had gotten wiser after dealing with him, with their relationship for the past three years, because the minute he spewed lengthy and flowery promises, she begun to make a demand of her own. A demand he can readily give now but he was stupid then, he made the wrong choice, he said the wrong words, he messed up. He thought it was a demand so unreasonable, she wasn't serious; he thought he can work his way out and about it, without her taking a notice; he thought it was just one of those demands that a girlfriend would make to have her petty revenge; he thought it was just a means to shake him, to ponder on his mistakes and do better.

But he thought wrong, it was an ultimatum.

It was a part of a tactical game that he didn't realized they were playing, it was one of those crucial moves and he miscalculated, and so he lose. And just like those cliche love stories, theirs ended, with the lead girl leaving her arse of a boyfriend behind, because he lacked the mental capacity to understand her and physiological ability to be in a relationship.

She turned her back and walked away, leaving him heartbroken... empty.

"The usual," he told the bartender.

He is a regular at the club, he usually comes with friends, but that night, those who belong in the entertainment world like him were busy working on their schedules, while those who work with regular jobs weren't thrilled with the idea of getting drunk on a weekday. 'It doesn't matter though, it's not like I still recognize them when I'm wasted,' he smirked inwardly.

He came straight from a photo shoot, he was tired as hell, but he needed his daily dose of liquor to lull him to sleep; if he don't, he'll just end up lying in bed restless, thinking about and missing her.

The bartender smiled and passed him his drink, "Where's the rest?" he inquired.

"Oh, some are busy, most are just sissy," he grinned at his own reply.

"Hye Jung-ah!"

The grin was wiped off his face, he was frozen on his seat.

But in that instant, he felt his heart beating, pumping blood through his veins, his heart heard her name and it functioned back to life.

The past couple of months, he has been living like the walking sculpture that he was dubbed as, without guilt, without pain, without hope, he didn't know when exactly he became numb to it all but all that was left of him was emptiness; he felt restlessness once in a while, when he's sober enough to actually feel a sense of loss, of missing her, but more than that, he was just a shell of what Kim Hyun Joong used to be.

She took it all away with her.

"Hye Jung-ah," the woman who was seated a few seats away from him called, again, while waving her hands up.

He looked at her, an unfamiliar face but he still followed her line of vision, albeit slowly, hoping against hope, that it was the same Hye Jung that he long to see, the one woman his heart beats for.

But he was bound to be disappointed, the lady sashaying her way closer to them was no way near the person she shared a name with. 'I should file a patent on her name, a label only she can have,' he thought, sighing.

His frustration prompt him to drink more than he planned to, "Hye Jung-ah," he breathed. The name brought a smile on his face.

"Hye Jung-ah," he whispered, a little louder, more audible.

"Hye Jung-ah," he huffed, it was loud enough for the few people beside him to hear.

"Hye Jung-ah," he called.

The woman who was lucky enough to be born with her name, came closer and seductively asked, "You call?"

He lifted a fraction of his head to look at her, he drowsily inquired, "Hyeee Juuung-aaah?"

"Yes," she replied, her excitement evident.

"Hye Jung-ah," he smiled, her name a sweet ambrosia to his alcohol bittered-mouth. He stood up, draped an arm around the girl's waist and walked out through the backdoor where his car and driver was waiting.

And that was what started it all, his playing with fire, his playing with her namesakes.

The first wasn't intentional, he even blamed it on alcohol; the second, partly was, he blamed it on being sober enough to had missed her to madness; the third, he wasn't entirely sure anymore; the fourth, fifth, sixth, up to his recent conquest, he had forgotten how to care.

He lost the conscience to give a damn, he forego the need to find a justification on what he was doing. Because every once in a while, he wants to feel his heartbeat, every once in a while, he wants to feel alive... and only she can make him feel that.

For every time he hears her name, his heart comes to life; for every time he says her name, he is awaken from a long and lifeless sleep; and for every time someone answers to his call, it feels like everything has fallen to its proper place, it feels like everything is finally okay. Only her name can give him the pleasure and the privilege of being whole. Only her.

He isn't proud of what he had become, but it was a means to survival. Humans were created with the instinct to survive, and he's just one.

He was actually doing good.

Until he heard the news.

*** Part 1 is here, Part 2 - A is here, in case you missed it :)

*** Chocolates, chocolates, chocolates... hahaha! You want part 3, it's in my folder, I'll post it after I receive my chocolates and caramels, weeee! CHOZ LANG!

I Miss You So

2011-05-24T11:18:00.000-07:00

Di na ko marunong magsulat, pero dahil marami na ko utang na fic, eto sapilitan, hahaha, pagtyagaan nyo na...

Special mentions - the_BRUHA, ellehcar817 (their twitter names), just because i am an absentee twitter buddy and i adore their compliments, it makes my heart flutter *grins*. and to my ff-addicted chinggus, you know who you are, love yah!

You lift the glass to your mouth and let the amber liquid flow and burn your throat, as you stare at the woman who had starred in your dreams the moment she came into your life and haunted it the instant she left. The woman you had promised to love and to cherish, the woman you hurt and pushed away, the woman who for the past hours haven't shown any indication that she knows you, that you were once a part of her life.

You both belong in the same industry so meeting each other was never a mystery, she is the epitome of what a man wants and what a woman wishes to be. You were an antsy youth the first you two met, and her being the quintessence of a dream girl, yours to be exact, didn't help in the matter. The second, third and other random meetings and bump-ins didn't redeem your first impression failure, but still, you must have done something really good in your past life to warrant a chance to work with her... closely work with her. You landed the best job in the world, you played her pretend husband for eight months, you wanted it longer but you were owned by your management company at that time and you had no say in such matters.

But then, the heart doesn't concern itself with trivial matters like time and space, it doesn't know of boundaries, it doesn't measure and weigh, it just beats to let us live... and love.

Being with her was, in your perspective, the closest thing to heaven. Looking back, you were a few steps away from it, but a moment of doubt took all your chances. Your heaven is a grand mansion, a penthouse, a humble room, anywhere she's willing to live, the place you'll remain for eternity; your ambrosia is her smile, her laughter, her stares, sweeter than any a god had ever tasted; your nirvana is her, living with her is a calm no other can give, a balm to your exhausted body and tired soul. It was... almost...

You were young then, the reason you forced yourself to believe, the truth, you were a weakling. You wilted when faced with a problem, you showed fear and hesitation, you let go of her hand and turned your back. You still clearly remember that night.

"A rumor about an idol having an intimate relationship with one of his sunbaes has been on top of every search engine all day, haven't you heard?"

"I did."

"So what do we do? It's obviously about us..."

"Calm down, the writer didn't hint on any names, so it is still relative."

"Calm down? How can I, when the life that I worked so hard on building is on the brink of tumbling down? How can you stand here and tell me to calm down? What do I do if it comes out that we're together, how will I deal with it, huh?"

"I don't know, either. It's too early, how did they find out, I haven't think this far..."

"That's exactly the problem, we didn't think this through, aaah, I don't know, I need to get out of here..."

It was just a moment, but that was all that she needed.

You received a text message from her saying that everything will be okay, and the fool that you were thought that she understands, that you were forgiven.

That was the last you heard from her.

You know that you're unworthy, undeserving, but that didn't stop you from missing her, from loving her.

That was three years ago, you're still the heartthrob that girls and women fantasizes about but you also became one of the most sought after leading man in the industry, a respectable singer and songwriter, one of the brightest multi-media Hallyu star and now is in the process of breaking the international market; while she had gone to conquer Europe - she raised the charts in the UK, she graced countless magazines in France and Italy, and her fashion creations are visible in the whole continent, apparently, she came back to do the same in Asia.

Yes, she came back.

You approach her, hoping she wouldn't run, but the glint of pride you see on her eyes told you that the thought never crossed her mind.

"Anyeonghaseyo," you greeted.

"Hyun Joong-sshi," she quipped, direct and distant.

"You look good, ani, you are beautiful!"

"Komapta, you're not so bad yourself," she smirked. "How are you? Have you been good?"

"Ani..."

"Huh..."

"I miss you so," you confessed, no sweet talk, no lengthy explanations, just a sincere plea for a second chance.

To My Mother

2011-05-04T14:06:00.000-07:00

Like a flower...
you bloom with rare beauty and charm.
Like a bird...
you soar up with such confidence and pride.

Like the sun...
you smile with total warmth and tenderness.
Like the sea...
you create waves of inspiration and love.

I have never seen
a lady as lovely as you;
Nor have I met
a person as caring as you are.

You've thought me everything I know,
You've given me everything I need.
You've done a great job rearing me,
You're the best mother, indeed!

*** I wrote this several years ago, when I still see life as a fairy tale, the way I look at life had changed drastically since then but the way I see my mother remains the same and it'll forever be. I love you omma, Happy Mother's Day!

What's in a Name? (Part 2 - A)

2011-04-02T11:47:00.000-07:00

No.2, still for Lloydie and Papercrane :)

- ay erase, erase, di na pala kasali si papercrane kasi masungit sya, di nya ko binigyan ng choco-caramel, hahaha...

- minadali na matapos kasi bibigyan ako ni lloydie ng 1/4 na bag ng chocolates, weee!

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet... would it really? :P

October, 2012, Seoul, South Korea

"Ma'am," the maitre 'd got her attention, "Mr. Kim Hyun Joong's manager just called, he wouldn't be able to make it tonight, his filming schedule is extended to a few more scenes," he regretfully informed her. "He also said that he's been trying to contact you but you're not picking up."

"Oh," she sighed, "I left my phone at home," she tried her damnedest to smile.

"I shall take my leave now, but please don't hesitate to tell me if you need anything," he told her with an accommodating smile.

"Thank you."

She rid her face of the fake smile the minute the maitre 'd turned his back. She let the mask of a content and understanding girlfriend down, and let herself feel the disappointment, the disillusionment, the pain. And after a long and winding process, she had, finally, decided to throw in the towel and admit defeat,'Funny, how I've been holding on to him these past few years, trying to make this relationship last, when in reality I don't have him to hold onto since the beginning, funny how it took me three cancelled anniversary dates before I realize that... it's even funnier how I kept on saying how funny the situation is when I can't even hold a smile... life really is ironic.'

She is heartbroken, but then again, her heart's been breaking for a long time now, another tore piece, appended pain... for the last time. She can handle that, she has a master's degree in that area. She stood up and left, leaving the love she held dear and the life she had wished and hoped for, without looking back.

If only she had...

"Hyung did you reached her?" the young man agitatedly asked.

"She's not picking up her phone so I decided to directly contact the restaurant and asked them to relay the message to her," his manager replied.

Their last conversation came to mind.

"You have a surprise event for me on our anniversary, chincha? Aren't you filming on that day?"

"I am but it won't take that long so I have all night to celebrate with you, and I promise that it'll be the best anniversary ever. I have everything mapped and planned out, and I'm betting you'll love me even more after that," he stated smugly.

"Jeungmal? Chincha, chincha jeungmal?" she pressed on, more than excited to spend time with him. "Do you wanna know a secret?"

"Hmm, I might" he teased.

"Your presence is enough to make me happy, I don't wanna celebrate an anniversary by myself for another year," she said with a smile but her tone said otherwise.

And he felt it, he needs to be by her side on their special day, he missed the opportunity, no, the privilege to spend it with her the past two years, he shouldn't anymore.

"And to make sure that you won't cancel on me, I will leave my mobile phone home, I won't bring a car, I'll have to ask Euni unnie to send me," she narrated. "With that in mind, would you still dare to do a no-show?"

"Hyung, call them back, tell them to do everything they can to hold her there, tell them that I'm coming but I may take a little while. Tell them to help me stall her, bide me some time..." he commanded. He stared at the older man, uncertain on what to do next, he must have been jolted back to his senses, kicked by an invisible persona, guided by the holy spirit, whatever it was, it prompted him to move, wishing that he wasn't too late, hoping that she'll be there to welcome him.

"Yah, Kim Hyun Joong, where do you think you're going, what am I going to tell the director? Yah!"

"You deal with it hyung, I'll be relying on you," he said, loud enough for his manager to hear, waving a hand in the air as he purposely walked away.

The waiting staff of the posh restaurant were secretly taking a peek at her, trying to see what her reactions will be - will she cry and wallow in self-pity, will she get mad and throw a temper tantrum, will she wait in silence?

"Is she alright?" one of them asked the maitre 'd as he came in.

"Did she asked for anything?" another one butted in.

"Is Kim Hyun Joong oppa coming still, I so wanna see him upfront," the youngest of the bunch dreamily chimed in.

"She's too pretty to be waiting in vain, if I were Kim Hyun Joong -" one of the man started to say but was cut by another. "If I were him, I would give up everything to spend a night, or day, with her, look at her, she's a masterpiece."

"And that's where the problem lies, you both aren't," a sunbae lectured and put them in their place.

The ringing of the phone brought them back to reality and forced them to stand on their respective places. As the receptionist picked up the call, the rest of the staff held their breath as Hwangbo Hye Jung, got up, fixed her dress, picked her handbag, acknowledged them all with a sincere, albeit, somber smile and took her leave.

"Wait," the receptionist yelled in a hurry as she put the receiver back in its cradle. "Run after her, Kim Hyun Joong-sshi is on his way, that's his manager on the phone, they asked us to entertain her while she waits."

"Hwangbo-sshi," they screamed in unison, the others tried running after her but she already hailed a cab and left... without looking back.

*** Next part will be posted when I receive my chocolates, hahaha...

What's in a Name?

2011-03-25T23:48:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LLOYDIE AND PAPERCRANE, LOVE YOU BOTH!

Summer of 2015, Bali Indonesia

Hwangbo Hye Jung was walking along the sandy beaches, serene, contemplative. Enraptured by the beauty that is Bali and reminiscent of the past, a memory that still makes her wonder. She was oblivious of a man, of a pair of eyes that was staring at her, with such yearning and ache. He was watching each step, her every move, like she was someone he knew and he was checking if she still have the same body contours, the same silhouette, if she was still the same person. And the minute he was certain, he made his move.

"Hwangbo-sshi," he whispered as he neared her.

She heard a faint sound, like someone was calling her name, she paid no heed thinking that it was just the wind. She is in a secluded island, afterall, where only the elite and the privileged roam. She is in a country where her name is known to a few, so to claim that someone called her was, in a way, preposterous.

A gust of wind, a gentle tap in the shoulder.

"Hye Jung," a hushed tone. "Hwangbo-sshi," this time he said it full-mouthed. Like the first one was just a slip of the tongue, an endearment only he can hear, a name he was familiar with unbeknownst to all, a secret from her.

"Hyun Joong-sshi," she gasped, a happy surprise. "Annyeong!"

He smiled and bowed, "Annyeong! I never thought we will meet here, of all places," he mumbled.

"Yeah," she sighed. "But it's nice seeing you, you grew up well."

He looked pained, as if he suffered a blow, "Yeah, I grew up, but I was years late, wasn't I?"

His words brought her eyes upon his, she saw longing and regret, though his face remained expressionless, a mask.

"Hyun Joong," she breathed.

Hwangbo Hye Jung and Kim Hyun Joong first met on 2005, she was striving as a solo artist as her group decided on pursuing individual work and he was striving as a member and leader of a newly-formed idol group. Their meeting was inevitable as they belong in the same industry but they never did run in the same circle, until, they both signed that contract, the contract that made them a married couple, the contract that forced them closer, the contract that sealed their fate.

She's everything a man wants and hopes for, she's perfect in every sense; he didn't signed up for a heartbreak so he tried his best to distance himself. But the more he learned, the more he loved... though he fought hard to resist, the spell that she cast he just couldn't withstand.

Their relationship turned into something real, the make-believe newly-wed couple became real-life sweethearts. Heaven was in his hands and he thought it was forever.

It could have been, but his forever was cut short three years later, she had wanted something he wasn't ready to give.

He made his choice, he stuck with the career that he worked so hard for, he stood for the fans that helped him be what he is, and she... she let him go and leave.

By the time that it became clear, she was already gone; when he became sure, it was already too late. One thing he learned - Heartbreak can't kill, and he's a living proof. He is soulless, drifting to nowhere but still alive, hurting, waiting for the time when all will be over.

"I'm sorry," he broke the silence.

"Huh," she said in reply, her mind in a glaze.

"I heard that you got married," he choked. "Is your husband with you?", he added after a while, the strain in his voice lucid.

She didn't expect his inquiry, and she was mulling on how and what to say when a pretty, little girl run excitedly towards them.

"Appa," the child shouted with all her might, in full smile, eyes twinkling.

She caught her breath. 'He has a kid,' her only coherent thought.

Hyun Joong grinned and opened her arms wide, waiting for the little tot to reach his embrace, his joy more than evident. He lifted her up the minute she approached, a proud father; she giggled and kissed him gleefully, a happy daughter.

"Hello," the girl greeted her with a warm smile and a wave.

Something seemed to be stuck on her throat but she managed to smile and say hi. "What is her name?", she directed the question to him.

"Hye Jung," he answered, his eyes never leaving hers.

She just stared at him, loss for words.

"I wasn't able to hold on to the woman to which the name belongs, I wasn't able to keep you," his words were coated with woes. "I had to, at least, have your name, it didn't make my life better, it didn't lessen the pain, it didn't bring back what I had lost but it is better than nothing," he smiled, contrition etched on his face. "And every time I tell her I love her, I feel like you can hear me whisper your name."

"I love you Hye Jung!"

"I love you too, Appa!"

But he was still looking at her, only her...

Soulmate

2011-03-16T20:01:00.000-07:00

No. 5, finally! A little caution though, it's kind of R-18 :P

Kim Hyun Joong was absentmindedly drinking his beer when In Young, unabashedly tapped him on the back, immediately bringing him out of his reverie. "Your soulmate is here," his longtime friend muttered.

He instantaneously turned and looked around, and there she was, exquisite... as always. And for the nth time since he knew her, he wondered, how can she be so magnificently stunning in the simplest of clothes, she was wearing a pair of dark denim boy shorts, vintage white tee and espadrilles accentuated with a few bangles. You put her on a catwalk filled with fashion brand-clad women and she'll still shine, in his eyes at least, perpetually.

"New boyfriend?" In Young's voice cut his more pleasant train of thoughts, his attention suddenly veered at the man who was standing beside her, hand on her back, as if he has the right to.

"No," his terse reply.

"Oh, so we have another one in our throng, he passed the requirements and now is in line for consideration. What a lucky bastard!"

"Aish In Young, suitor, he's just a suitor, why can't you just say that? Why do you have to go on and on and on..."

"To tick you off," he challenged.

"You didn't have to go that far," he said with a smirk on his face.

"I know," his reply, mischief evident in his eyes. "I think, no other person on earth hates the term soulmate more than you."

"And I bet you're wondering why?"

In Young couldn't help but guffawed at his response, "I shall take my leave then, the birthday celebrant needs to welcome his guest... together with her guest," he continuously piqued.

His friend of almost twenty years left his side to attend to his duties as the host of the party, a small but sincere smile spread across his face, it'll be a lie if he say that In Young's non-stop talk about his circumstance doesn't annoy him but as he had served as his shock absorber from three years ago up until the present he just let him be. He's the only person who can talk shit to and about him without getting his face rearrange.

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The party ended an hour ago, Kim Hyun Joong went home alone while the woman he adores left, still, with her date. He spent four hours of his life staring at the unwanted couple party the night away, he was raging like a bull, in silence. No one knew, no one should. He was afterall her soulmate, oh how he detest the word.

They had seen each other in various events and TV programs, they had passed each other on studios and TV channels several times, they had exchanged polite greetings and shy smile, they were colleagues, nothing more, nothing less. Until that fateful Tuesday of 2008, it marked the changing of tides - Tuesdays became his favorite time of the week, getting up and working at the break of dawn became a well-loved routine, playing a make-believe husband became a role he so wanted to be real, she became his addiction and being married to her, legitimately, became a life-long dream.

They clicked, they just did. No false pretenses, no force intimacy, no for TV romance; they started as two totally different individuals in Jeju, the gap between them was so palpable, you can build an entire soccer field in between and not one of them would have notice, that turned into silent but trying their damnedest honeymooners, they started to reached out to each other through her lead and through much cajoling from the variety show staff and crew; they became these awkward make-believe husband and wife who tried to live a normal life as a couple, which was next to impossible as the both of them weren't normal, which then became their saving grace, as their quirky ideas and funky lifestyle soon set the trend to a fun married life; they were these funny on-screen loveteam whose vivacity turns every minute into an exciting memory, they continued to have their moments of silence but it was needed, it equals to their moments of magic, it was during those times when they feel the broken barriers at its best, when there were only them and nothing else mattered; they might had ended the show in a haste but, fortunately for them, their relationship didn't suffered the same fate, they endured the distance, the differences, the anti-fans, they became friends, close friends, bonded for life.

He knows that there was something in-between them, something more than what she's willing to settle for, and he knows that she felt it, too. Their chemistry is so conspicuous, no number of periodic tables or amount of chemical formula can compare to them, he knew, she knew, heck, every goddamn person who saw them knew. But they remain, she said they can never be, he thinks otherwise but what can he really do, back then, he thought it was better than nothing, so a soulmate he became.

Soulmate, in general, is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, similarity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, or compatibility; she's all that to him and his trying ultra hard to prove that he is all that to her. The world views the term differently, each individual uses the word in variations, but he cares not about them as the only person he hold under regard is Hwangbo Hye Jung, the woman who makes him feel all sorts of happiness and perplexity, the woman who turns the colors of his world into rainbows and darkness, the woman who add sprinkles of hope and dashes of faith to his being. She was the one who coined the word for what they are, for what they have, it would have been good if she doesn't have this absurd and bizarre definition of what a soulmate is, for Hwangbo Hye Jung, a soulmate is someone who is preordained by God to be with her, to stand by her, to understand and love her whatever maybe, the twin of her soul, and she, in an effort to protect what God has blessed her with, promised herself that if and when she meets that person, she would do everything in her power to keep him and, with all the hassles that could accompany her pledge, she chose not to have any romantic link with her soulmate. Her adage - "Romance and love affairs are full of complexities that we should not care for and be bothered with, we were one at birth, separated but united again, and I'll do everything in my power to have it stay that way, so I can keep you till the day I meet our Creator." Who could counter that, seriously, who would?

But... it has been years, and he's getting tired, no, erase that, he is really tired. He is tired of pretending that it's okay to remain friends, he is tired of keeping mum about all the men who wants to be with her, he is tired of just looking and dreaming and hoping that someday, a twist or leap of fate will happen between them. He is tired of being a soulmate in words, he wants something better, something more...

And in his book, spending three years, waiting, is quite enough.

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Hye Jung came in after bidding her date goodnight, she threw her purse in the bed and set foot to prepare herself a lukewarm bath. She was stripping out of her clothes when her hand phone beeped, "Home safe?", an inquiry from Hyun Joong.

"Yup, I'll call you in a while," she texted back.

"Soulmate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, similarity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and compatibility," his reply. She read, shrugged, stripped off to her skin and moved to take a bath.

She put a hand in the surface to test the water temperature, turned the faucet off when she was satisfied, climbed on the tub and submerged her body under water. She had a great night, but hours of dancing coupled with the series of action-packed filming she did over the week had definitely taken its toll on her body, she can almost hear her skin sigh as the water sluiced over her, she stretched her sore limbs and tired body as she basked in the clear liquid. The water was acting as a balm to her exhaustion, she was almost off to slumber when she heard a sudden intake of breath.

She swiftly opened her eyes, she live alone, has been for years, and she knew that she's more than capable of defending herself but, she guess, nothing can really prepare a person from the real deal as alarm coursed through her entirety. Her heart was stuck in her mouth as she caught sight of the intruder, her color turned to hot pink as she stared at Kim Hyun Joong.

He was standing by the bathroom door, blatantly perusing her naked body, "Hye Jung-ah!"

"What are you doing here, get out!" she hissed, as she hastily pulled her hair forward to cover her breast and did a semi-fetal pose.

He disappeared for a moment and she started breathing again, she decided to cut her personal time to face her uninvited guest. She stepped out of the bathtub, meaning to put on her robe, when he suddenly reappeared, a towel in hand.

"What the -" she yelped.

"Quiet Hye Jung," he commanded as he wrapped the towel around her.

The thought that she was standing in her birth suit, with just a towel covering her body, in front of one of the most beautiful man in the country made her blushed furiously. She stood there, arms pinned to her sides by the small fabric, stunned; while he was sentient, ready to advance.

He took advantage of her confinement and pressed his lips onto hers, in a kiss that tells of years of yearning.

He nibbled at her lower lip, laving it with his tongue before using her gasp to gain entrance to her mouth. He groaned when he tasted her and she shook in his arms as he held her tightly against him.

He slid his thigh between hers and pulled her forward until she straddled it. With his mouth pillaging hers, he worked her against his thigh until a spiraling heat emanated from deep in her belly. Her cry was swallowed by his lips and she shook at the non-existent steam coming off her flesh.

It went on and on as he rocked her against him, until she whimpered and slumped in his arms.

"What was that?" Her voice was husky and weak even to her.

"Have you never had a climax before?"

She blushed scarlet, "I don't mean that!"

He held her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look him in the eye, he grinned and kissed her full in the mouth, "I know."

His hands were rubbing up and down her spine, warming her with friction and giving her a secure feeling when her life had just spun out of control.

Sighing, she rubbed up against him, the prod of his erection through his clothing finally did what nothing else had managed to... it snapped her out of her sensual haze and sent her stumbling backward. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Mean to what? Drive me insane? I have wanted you since forever, I think, I can handle a few more excruciating minutes of pent up emotions."

He carried and sit her on the edge of the bed, took the towel off and proceeded on wiping her dry. She just let him be, still weak and at a loss.

He then kneel in front of her, "Have you read my last message?"

"Huh," she asked, in a daze.

"Soulmate..."

"Oh... yeah!"

"Hye Jung-ah listen to me," he wanted to explain what he meant, he wanted her to fully understand, but every breath she took was a distraction, every sigh she heaved was seduction, every rise and fall of her bosom made him grew harder, every contraction in her abs arouse him to no end, he was a patient a man, he really is, or at least, he used to be.

He moved closer, still kneeling, but in perfect position between her thighs, he loosened his hold on her waist and began to glide his hands up until he reached the tips that were begging for his attention, he saw her close her eyes and heard her sharp intake of breath; he lightly circled both tips with his thumb and earned a moan from her, she lurched her head back and arched her chest forward giving him more freedom to do what he wanted; he gave one nipple a slight pinch, willing her to open her eyes and she did as she let out a gasp; he locked his eyes on hers, "You're mine, all mine," he whispered before he took one crown on his mouth, beginning their journey, sealing their fate... as soulmates.

The End

(Oh yeah, use your imagination, they didn't stop in the crown sucking, they went all the way, baby, hahaha).

Note: Some parts recycled :P

I'm finally done, happy birthday ulit manager-nim, till your next birthday :) Nga pala, can you share 1/3 of the fic to buyog, alam mo na kung anong part, hahaha.

I hope you enjoy the S-series peeps, till next time :)

That's When I Love You

2011-03-13T20:05:00.000-07:00

Me: I come in peace *grins*.

You: Boo!

Me: I know that I'm a little behind schedule... alright, a lot, but you see, life is somewhat hindering me from writing. Stuff happened and my creative juices and penning mojo was suddenly cut, drained, lost, etc., etc.

You: Boohoo!

Me: It's true, swear!

You: Excuses, excuses...

Me: Aish... you do the writing then and I'll read your work, a swap in position, let's do that huh *smirk*.

You: We love you *lifting up a big tarpaulin with my name and pic on it*!

Me: That's more like it, I love you too my lovelies!

Hahaha, don't mind that...

Isn't this song beautiful? I remember watching a Joongbo MV with this song, it was done by rikki or nikki margaret but I think her account was suspended, does anyone know her, she's one of the pioneers in this ship, I reviewed the whole of Joongbo Soompi *grins proudly*, can you ask her to upload it back with the rest of her MVs, I so miss watching those, please...

I need more Joongbo MVs to pull me out of my drought *sigh*.

Oh, Soulmate, where art thou?

Serendipity

2011-03-03T23:03:00.000-08:00

Number 4, happy reading!

Serendipity, how do one describe thee?

Merriam Webster disclosed that it is the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for.

Wikipedia explained that it denotes the property of making fortunate discoveries while looking for something unrelated, or the occurrence of such a discovery during such a search.

I, based on what I had found and read, thinks that it is a lucky occurrence, interchangeable with fate and destiny in literary pieces but in the real sense, the three words are distinctly related but cannot replace the other.

But to one man, those academic references nor my point of view doesn't matter, to him, serendipity equates to her. To Kim Hyun Joong, serendipity is Hwangbo Hye Jung.

He is not a sucker for romanticism so thinking that he reached that conclusion in a short span of time is reckless and a bit presumptuous, it took him years before he finally caught on and a few years more before he finally understands.

Most of you will have questions, some will draw their own conclusions, others will just read and accept the story as it is, but it doesn't matter, whether you belong to the most, to some or to others because we are but observers, onlookers, spectators, okay, I'll go as far as witnesses to his tale, to their story, it just happened that I got a better deal as I am the storyteller.

Shall I begin?

Kim Hyun Joong traced back his link to Hwangbo Hye Jung way back in 2004, their first connection, his first lucky occurrence - their serendipity.

He was just a struggling trainee back then, and aside from the usual non-stop vocal and dance training; learning about public presence, fan service and media relations; strict diet, muscle toning, skin care and all that aesthetic hullabaloo, they were also instructed to familiarize themselves with the other idol groups and their members. DSP handled three of the more known idols of that time - Fin.kle, Scheskies, Click B, but there were more and for the tired and stubborn Hyun Joong, that was unnecessary.

The day of their oral examinations came, he was agitated but as he had long practiced the art of being expressionless, no one guessed, no one found out.

His turn came, a smorgasbord of pictures were scattered in front of him, he uninterestedly looked at each, he knew nothing about anyone, he was sure he will fail and he saw no point in pretending. But one photo caught his eye, he had no idea who she was but there's something about her that's drawing him in, he reached out, meaning to take a closer look, he was so focused on her that he didn't hear a word out of their instructor's mouth, imagine his surprise when the man in front of him yelled that he was right while the other trainees jeered. A smile stretched across his face when he regained his senses, thinking that she save him.

Being an idol trainee wasn't easy, they were put in hell and back just to go through the same process all over again, the woman might have stolen a piece of his mind and heart but he never had the time to really mull about it.

Year 2005, a few months before SS501's debut, he sneaked out of their dorm and together with some non-showbiz friends visited a studio filming of a variety show which had Bi (Rain) as a guest among others, they snapped a pic and scrambled away. To those who do not know, Hyun Joong is a big fan of the international star who then was just an idol like him. When the film was developed, he was astonished to see more than what he hoped for, behind him was her. The woman who saved him was having her make-up done and she looked more beautiful, if ever that is possible.

His second fortunate discovery - their serendipity.

He then found out that she was the forehead-bejeweled member of the defunct girl idol group Chakra, "She was pretty as an Indian woman in their music videos but she is hella prettier without all those dark make-ups and layers of clothing."

How can he not know that when they are working in the same industry, you may ask, well, it is quite simple, he just didn't give a damn. For him, only those that are of consequence should matter. That's just how he is.

Their debut was a success, their group was a hit, and soon he was dragged in the waves of the entertainment world, he drowned in the privileges and responsibilities that accompanied the money and popularity and she was again forgotten.

But serendipity must have mistook them as guinea pigs as it continuously played a crucial role in their love story, serendipity put them on the spot time and again, observing, waiting.

He was dubbed as a 4d prince by the public, the result of being dazed on most interviews and TV/radio appearances, his group members often reasoned out that it is his personal concept, a little white lie to pacify everyone. The truth, he was just in it for the music, to sing, to write songs, to play his guitar, he wasn't ready to deal with the rest, he even wondered if he'll ever be.

Year 2006, his third and fourth agreeable phenomenon eventuated - their serendipity on a roll.

On one of his earlier guesting in a variety show, he chanced upon her, he didn't know that she was a mainstay of the program, but he was more that happy that she was. I told you serendipity was using them for her own amusement, as he was tasked to faced her, to tease and pick on her for the sake of the viewers, of ratings. It was such a hard task, looking at her up close, all pretty and dolled up, smiling, inviting, she was captivating and preventing himself from stuttering was difficult enough, he made it through though, but he couldn't help but apologize in the end, they both knew that what had transpired between them was scripted but in his mind, it was wrong still.

They are in the same line of work so the two of them seeing and meeting each other from time to time is but ordinary but them always ending up in different teams and being rivals, he didn't think so. Actually, he did, he just changed his mind and his outlook a couple of years after, when he was already in too deep.

Next they met, they were to beat each other in kai bai bo (rock, paper and scissors), they both came as guests but they end up in different teams yet again, he won, she lost, but it didn't matter because by that time, undistinguished to him and unknown to her, she already had him, she won him over.

Days passed, seasons changed, but that littlest of feeling remained.

Year 2007, he had the opportunity to host a music program, his very first. In the list of individuals and groups that he introduced throughout the show, one name stood out, one special person made it truly memorable.

Another valuable phenomenon, his fifth - their serendipity, he's beginning to think it's endless.

That same year, he and another member were invited to graced one of the longest running talk show in Korean entertainment, he was jittery because he found out that his ideal woman was going to be there with them. Gaiety barely describe what he's feeling on the day of their taping, but when another woman showed up and sat an arm away from his seat, he's emotion reached new heights - euphoria, nirvana.

Her laughter spread warmth to his being, her stories brought smiles to his face, her sense of humor elicited chuckles from him, her easy-going personality drove him to know her better. He sort of envied her friends in the studio, the way she talked to them, the way she laughed at their jokes, the way she hit and slapped them mirthfully, the way she looked at them, he, actually, wished that he'll experience being one someday.

His sixth fortunate discovery - another one in the list of their serendipity.

Year 2008 marked the greatest in the list of serendipity that linked the two, they worked and acted as fake husband and wife in a TV program. Hwangbo Hye Jung was initially chosen to be partnered with another artist, someone on the same age bracket perhaps, but she was nowhere to be found, she was on a career hiatus and she hid herself well. Kim Hyun Joong, on the other hand, was supposed to be coupled with a female singer who shared the same 4D personality, but that plan never came about. In the end, the two got together and gave Korea, heck, they gave the world one hell of a show. They showed everyone how awkwardness, silence, laughter, out-of-this-world way of thinking, peculiar way of caring equates love.

You wanna know a secret, by their 3rd filming, he, Kim Hyun Joong, already realized that she, Hwangbo Hye Jung, fits the description of his ideal woman... to perfection, from her physical beauty to her boyish demeanor, from her wayward friendliness to her wifely attributes. She is the one.

Another fortunate discovery, his seventh valuable phenomenon, the ultimate lucky occurrence - their serendipity, their story.

Do you believe?

ANNOTATION:

I know that not everyone will get what I'm trying to say, any other day, I wouldn't have cared, hahaha, but because I'm all sorts of nice this midnight, here's an annotation for everyone.

1st - i think this one is self-explanatory, if picking a random photo of a woman who you knew nothing about but was pulling you like a magnet, which turned out to be the answer to the question you didn't even knew was asked of you is not considered as serendipity, I don't know what is. This, however, is a by-product of my imagination.

2nd - isn't it lucky and beneficent that the woman who caught his eye but lay forgotten on his mind popped out of a picture that was taken without her in thought. Imagine yourself taking a selca and when you print it out, a ghost was sitting beside you, hahaha, unfortunately for you, you caught a ghost on cam, fortunately for Hyun Joong, he caught a goddess, hurhur. Sadly, this is another by-product of my wild imagination.

3rd - This one sort of laid the groundwork for their reunion years later as a make-believe husband and wife. The two meeting in a show is quite ordinary, he being chosen as his riling partner still counts as ordinary but them using the same jokes and crap they threw each other on 2006 when they met again in 2008 is, I think, extraordinary. If that is not serendipity, then do tell me what it is?

4th - Kai Bai Bo is a trademark Ssangchu game, it solved most of their problems, clarified a number of misunderstandings, brought out much fun and laughter. Them, meeting and battling it out in Rock, Paper and Scissors way before WGM with Hwangbo on the loosing end was like deja vu in reverse. It's like the force of nature were preparing them for what to come. Third and fourth, really happened, the guesting I mean, but the story around it, is as usual a telltale from me.

5th - Korea invest a lot in their entertainment industry and to say that their singers, dancers, idol groups, actors and actresses, host, gagmen and women, etc. abound and overflowed is no exaggeration, so Hwangbo being present and introduced by Hyun Joong on his first hosting gig spells serendipity. It's like having your hair done in the most splendid way and then you accidentally bump to your long-time crush, that's serendipity in motion. The hosting and singing happened in real, the story behind it, I made it up, haha.

6th - who doesn't know about the CTP episode that I am pertaining to, if you don't, stop reading and go watch it first, it's fun, I tell you. Hyun Joong was expecting to see Lee Hyori, he actually prepared himself to do so, but to his surprise and satisfaction, Hwangbo was also present and she was at arms length, very pretty, deliriously funny and appetizingly witty, and she more than swallowed the presence of the other girl in his eyes. I'm telling you, that is serendipity. The guesting happened, Kim Hyun Joong's thought is just a fantasy, or maybe not, who are we to know anyway.

7th - WGM! Need I say more? If you don't get this one, go jump out of this ship, you don't belong, hahaha!

A lot of my brain cells imploded and exploded because of this one, so you better show me some love :P

Shoelace (and a little dedication)

2011-02-28T23:12:00.000-08:00

i think a little explanation is necessary, teehee, you see, i was on hiatus but then, i realized that the person who persuaded, prompted, coaxed, cajoled and brainwashed me to being an ff writer is going to celebrate her birthday soon (you're 21 this year, am i correct? *wink*) so the ever-loving me decided on writing her a few one shots as a gift, but then, my son stepped on my laptop causing it to go into sudden and premature death, so here i am, sort of late but still trying to deliver *grins*.

i dubbed the project, the S-series, simply because all the title starts with an S, and why, do you ask, well, the birthday celebrant's name starts with that letter and because this is for her, i'm doing it all the way, hurhur. i already post the first one a few days ago, entitled Starstruck, the second one was put up yesterday morning, entitled Speechless, the third one can be read below, it's Shoelace baby, expect the fourth (working title - Serendipity) and fifth (working title - Soulmate) in a few days. there, i think, i've explained enough.

Have a rockin' birthday Ate Sue, may you have more years to grow (tall and not wide), more blessings to share (to the worthy and kind), more kisses to give (to your husband not mine)[hahaha, sorry, I can't think of anything to rhyme], more thoughts to ponder (yeah, go wonder and yonder) and may you have lots of love in your life (you see, I can only give you so much, hahaha). Love you this big *lookie, I'm stretching my arms wide*!

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It was the grandest ball of the year and the who's who of the entertainment business were all present, from gagmen and women to the more serious variety show hosts, from the striving starlets to the A-list actors and actresses, from the young and budding idols to the old and still shining ones, drop a name and you'll surely find it in the guest list. Stars stunned in their Elie Saab, Dolce and Gabbana, Vera Wang, Monique Lhuillier, Valentino, Giorgio Armani, Rodarte, Chanel and Versace ball gowns and suits, parading and strutting in the ballroom, engrossed in their particular tete-a-tete.

The whole place dazzled, people glowed, the mood vibrant, but two gorgeous young men were heedless of that fact. Both looked dashing in tuxedo and bow tie, both holding a glass of brown liquor in their hands, both leaning casually on their sides, looking at the entrance hall, staring at the huge oak doors, both waiting, hoping that the woman they both long to see would come. To the rest of the attendees, the two just looked aloof, swanky and a bit bored, if they only knew the truth. If they only knew that the two have something in common, more than being good-looking and dapper in a suit, more than being Hallyu stars and leaders of highly-popular five-member idol groups, more than being the most sought after bachelors in all of Korea, and more than being rich and famous, both happened to like the same woman and both were planning on taking dibs that night.

And as if heaven heard their hearts innermost wish, the lady that they were waiting for finally regaled the ball in a nude, crystal-encrusted Marchesa corset gown, charming everyone that she passed through, enthralling men, young and old alike. One would think that the men who had been counting the minutes till she came will run to her side and worship her, but they didn't, neither moved buth both were openly staring at her, eying her every move, in a way a predator does to its prey.

But not just because Kim Hyun Joong and Jung Yunho lacked in the action department didn't mean that the other males in the event were the same. Men flocked around Hwangbo Hye Jung like she's throwing pheromones to lure, she hobnobbed with friends and colleagues, danced with those who besought, drank as she pleased, bewitching everyone and enjoying the night away.

Everything was going great, people were making connections, the newbies were getting drunk, the elites were getting high (in attention) and even the elders were lively and having fun.

Until...

The sweet melody of DBSK's Mideoyo floated in the air and men of all ages rushed, hoping to sway to the music with their chosen partners. Oh Ji Ho looked around, compelling himself to find her and when his eyes laid on the beauty that she is, he strode quickly to her side. He smiled and stretched out his hand, "May I have this dance my lady?"

Hwangbo Hye Jung laughed at his effort to sound like a noble Englishman, slapped his upper arm in that sweet way of hers, put her hand on his and tried her best not to giggle as she said, "Of course, kind sir."

But even before Ji Ho was able to hold and enclose her hand on his, they heard a forced cough behind them, making them pause and look.

"I'm sorry hyung," an apology to begin. "But I believe this dance belongs to me," a bold statement from Kim Hyun Joong.

The pair gaped at the young man, wondering if he was drunk or smoked something he shouldn't. She didn't utter a word but confusion clear on her face, while he couldn't wait to ask and rebut, "And how is that so Hyun Joong? I think it is but a common courtesy in these kind of affairs that the first person to ask and be granted the permission," but he wasn't allowed to finish.

"Hyung," he bowed. "I already know what you're going to say but you see, I beat you to the finish line."

She was plastered, 'What the hell was that,' she thought to herself. He was annoyed, but he couldn't help but be amuse at the young man's reasoning.

"My apologies, but I may have drank a little more than I should because I can't comprehend what you're trying to tell us," he said, trying to hide his amusement and a tad bit of irritation.

Hyun Joong grinned at the man and begun to explain, "I'm not sure if you knew this Hyung, but we," he motioned to her and himself, "we already got married."

Hye Jung was thankful that she wasn't drinking any wine or she might have sprayed it out on him, 'What is this man thinking?' Ji Ho stood in shock, his last statement rendered him speechless.

"We went on our honeymoon on April 29, 2008 at Jeju, we lived in the same house, she made me a scarf and a vest, she cooked me onion soup and ginseng chicken, among others, we went to the amusement park, I piggybacked her a number of times and we already kissed."

He waited for their comments but she just looked at him like he was crazy while the other man looked at him with amusement and nodded in understanding.

He nodded in response and showed his appreciation by bowing respectfully, "Thank you, hyung, sunbae-nim."

Oh Ji Ho shook his hand, "I wish you well lad." He then looked at Hye Jung, kissed her hand and bowed gracefully, "I am relinquishing my claim for the night." He then turned around and took his leave.

"Ready to dance, buin?"

"Hold it Hyun Joong-sshi."

A voice stopped them from moving further, her hand on the air, his, stalled from holding it.

"Good evening Hye Jung-sshi," the third man greeted.

"A good evening to you too Yunho-sshi," she replied with a smile.

"Hyung, can I dance with my buin first before you engage her in a chitchat?"

Yunho bowed to her, "Please excuse us for a while."

He faced the other idol leader and addressed him seriously, "I heard what you just said to Ji Ho sunbae, you used the Right of First Claim, we seem to read the same book," he smirked. "You may hate me for this but I have the first claim and I'm gonna secure what is mine."

She stayed still, masking her amusement, willing him to continue. He, on the other hand, was taken a back but he stood his ground, "Yunho-ah, we got married," he stressed each word, "how can your claim be better than that?"

"But we tied the knot a few years before you filmed We Got Married," he straightforwardly said.

"Huh," she sighed, both in question and exasperation, 'These guys are proving to be weirder than I thought.'

"As I anticipate, you don't remember, but it's alright, I'll just have to refresh your memory," he grinned. "Remember when you celebrated your birthday during our X-Man days, I surprised you with a cake and the whole of us wore party hats and sang you a happy birthday in the dressing room..."

"Yeah," she affirmed.

He gave her a boyish grin and continued, "Remember me telling you to be careful when you're finally cutting the cake for everyone to share? And you jokingly asked me if I put a bracelet or something in there that you shouldn't scratch or ruin?"

"Ne," she smiled recalling the incident.

"And because there was none and I kinda feel down because I didn't know you want a bracelet for a gift - "

"You had gotten your extra shoelace and tied it in my wrist, promising me that you'll get me the most beautiful bracelet when you're rich and able," she cut in, now cognizant of his tale.

"Yes, and you helped me tie it, while telling me that you appreciate everything and you'll never forget that day or my gift."

"The shoelace," she breathed.

"I can now buy you that beautiful bracelet that I promised, I would even throw in a ring, if you will let me," he declared, tall and proud though his heart is beating faster than his luxury car can ever run, in anxiety and nervousness.

Hwangbo Hye Jung was stunned into silence.

And Yunho took advantage of that pause and faced Kim Hyun Joong, "We read the same book and I presume we learned similar principles, in becoming a gentleman and accepting defeat. She helped me tied the knot in that shoelace, we did it together. WE TIED THE KNOT years before you GOT MARRIED to her in that show and according to the Right of First Claim, she belongs to me!"

Kim Hyun Joong was obviously angry but what the older idol said was true, they read the same book and learned the same principle, so he needed to back down though it is killing him to do so. He took flight, without saying his goodbye, he might have loss the battle but the war was far from over, he just needed to regroup and change tactics.

"Hye Jung-sshi," he shook her a little, in an effort to wake her from her trance.

She blushed when she realized what had transpired, "Where is Hyun Joong-sshi," she asked and fanned her flushed cheek.

"He already went on his way, he had accepted his defeat, like the gentleman that he should be," he explained.

"Uhm, may I ask you something?"

"Of course," he beamed.

"What do you really mean by that?"

"By what?"

"What you just said, what is that?"

"Hye Jung-ah, I'm pretty sure I said a number of things, what part are you pertaining to," he teased.

"Aish... you buying me the beautiful bracelet that you promised years ago plus a ring if I want to," she gushed.

"I mean that exactly, that I will buy you the promised bracelet anytime you are free, I could buy it without you tagging along but I would really like it if you will come so you can pick the one that you like most. The ring, it might take you a little while to accept that but I hope you would."

"Okay, taken that I agree with you, how come I'll have the bracelet now and the ring for later, why not at the same time?"

He chuckled at her question, tickled both by her obvious irritation and undeniable thirst for answers. "I'm just thinking that you might want to prepare a little, settle some issues, finish up your scheduled projects, talk to your parents, explain to friends and fans and those other things in between."

She looked at him, in profound contemplation.

"And though I have been preparing for this all these years, I knew that there are stuff that I still have to settle and I think, I need to prove to everyone who loves you that I am worthy of their princess," he continued, looking deeply at her eyes, trying to read what she wants to convey.

She was frozen, mouth a little agape, eyes opened wide as his meaning finally sunk in, her heart beating fast; she felt like her lungs was out of air but her brain's ballooning, she felt a tight knot in her stomach but she also felt the fluttering butterflies in it, her back was rigid but her legs were weak and she was scared she'll loose all her strength and she'll be on her knees any second, she was confused but at the same time her heart felt overjoyed, she felt light and soaring.

"Ehem," he faked a cough to get her attention. "Relax, I will not pound on you to hurry, just know that I already laid my claim and you can't do anything about it anymore," he stated. "For tonight, I just wanna hold your hand and take you in my arms while we dance to our song," he finished. He plucked his hand phone out of his front pocket, press a number and said one word, "Now!"

And as if on cue, the scent and sound of love mix in the air as Mideoyo played, "Shall we?"

She reached out to his outstretched hands and firmly placed hers, "Thank you," she whispered.

"No," he answered, "I thank you, for letting me fulfill my promise and for giving me the chance-"

They reached the middle of the dance floor, he twirled her around, looked her in the eye and mouthed, "I LOVE YOU... ALWAYS!" before he took her in his arms and waltzed to the song he had dedicated to her the moment his heart knew and recognized that she's the one.

Speechless

2011-02-27T03:07:00.000-08:00

Less words, more actions, yup, that's ssangchu!

Hye Jung was awaken by the incessant ringing of her home phone, she was never a heavy sleeper but with the opening of the restaurant she co-owned with Shim Tae Yeon and her hectic working schedule, her body was just yearning for a long and peaceful rest. She had planned on sleeping till eight as she has a ten o'clock call-time, and she set the alarm on the dot, she even turned her mobile phones off to avoid any disturbance, her plan was actually working right until the phone call, she didn't count on someone calling her on her land-line. She opened an eye to peek at her bedside clock and an inaudible curse leave her dry mouth when she read that it was just five in the morning, "Who the hell would call me at this ungodly hour, oh god, this better be good!"

She half walked, half crawled her way out of the room and picked up the phone, "Did someone die? Is there any accident, fire or war that I should know of? Is this call really, really important, as in, does your life depend on this? If not, kindly hang up," she started a monologue.

But her caller was unfazed, he even threw his own question unceremoniously at her, "Why aren't you here?"

"Huh? Who is this?" The voice sounds familiar but as her brain was still foggy from sleep, or from the lack of it, she couldn't seem to place a name nor conceive a face.

"I got back to an empty apartment," the man behind the unnamed voice continued. "I rushed home hoping to find you asleep, hoping to sneak in bed beside you, hoping to embrace and cuddle you, hoping to see and feel you again, after one long, infuriating month of separation, but you are not here. Why?"

She had kept her silence but his litany already woke her dozing consciousness, she felt horrible - first, she had forgotten that he's returning home that day, second, she rambled on about someone being dead and the call being unimportant, and last, she didn't even recognized his tired and weary voice. What a good girlfriend she is, she sighed and whispered the only words she can utter, "I'm sorry Joongie! I'm really, really sorry."

She waited for a reply, a snide remark, a temper tantrum, a poke at her conscience, anything, but all that was given was complete silence. She wanted to talk, she wanted to depend her case, beg for forgiveness, submit to his every demands, whatever may work, but he knew the man, he's as stubborn as she is and if he decided on keeping mum, she just have to accept it as it is and wait for the verdict. When the five minute mark passed, she quietly walked to the couch, the receiver still pressed on her right ear and settled herself, she already knew the drill, and because she was at fault, she's more than willing to suffer the long, soundless hours. But even before she got comfortable, the doorbell rang followed by several loud pounding on the door.

She opened the door to a flushed and panting Hyun Joong, her face must have asked the question on her mind as he answered, "I drove like crazy to get here as fast as I can and run up the stairs because the elevator is taking a damn long time to descend."

She was speechless.

As well as he.

She gently grabbed his hand, her goal to pull him inside to rest, but the moment his skin touched hers, something in her awakened, a primal hunger that was ascertain by the budding heat inside her. He was no different, he had wanted to jump on her the minute she opened the door, he's been wanting her, craving for her, her feel, her smell, her taste and her hand on his drove him to no return.

He whirled her around and conquered her lips, in a kiss that set their blood on fire. He kicked the still ajar door to a close and unintentionally pummeled her on the wall as their desire enveloped their beings. He nibbled on her lower lip laving it with his tongue and gained his entrance on her mouth as she gasped in pleasure. A hoarse sound escaped him as he tasted her, the kiss deepened and their touch heated up, searching and grabbing onto each others bare flesh, it has taken all his might to control himself until he couldn't no more, he let a groan of unreleased passion out of his lips as they breakaway from each other to breathe. He held her face with one hand and stare at her, letting her see his burning need to be inside her, to be one with her, all the while pressing his swollen manhood in that gape between her thighs. She shook in his arms, from the intensity of their foreplay and raw hunger in his eyes.

She unknowingly licked her lips and he was beyond his limit, he dove in a frenzy with one sole thing in his mind, to capture that pink little tip and let it play with his own. He ran his hand on her left thigh, lift it and cradle it on his hip, he upwardly traced her firm and soft thigh until his philandering hands reached her apex. He rubbed his thumb on her love-button which he knew was covered with her lacy underwear, and teasingly plunged his middle finger to feel her wetness, all the while pillaging her mouth with his. She drew herself away as she moan sensually, she pressed her face on his neck, breathing, nibbling, giving the signal that she's ready. He lifted her up and she snaked her legs on his hips, moving and grinding, driving him to madness.

"Did you miss me," Hye Jung managed to asked just as they reached the bedroom.

"Me telling you that I miss you would be an understatement, I would just have to show you," he stated, looking carnal and sensuous.

And so he did...

Starstruck

2011-02-23T21:22:00.000-08:00

To the six-member group, love you guys...

"On position everyone, let's do some blocking before we roll," the current executive producer of Muhan Girls wailed.

The group of six got up and lazily walked back to their previous spots, they are usually a rowdy bunch, full of life and laughter but even superheroes experienced power drain and at six in the morning, human power outage is just inevitable, they had been working for twenty-seven hours straight, filming two episodes in a row as a national holiday is coming and if they want to spend some precious time with their families on that day, they have to pay and sacrifice a little, err, a lot. Whoever said that the entertainment business is all glitz and glamor will sink in shame if he or she see the girls at that moment.

"Come on girls, the faster we move, the better for us, we can all, finally, go home and have some much-needed rest and sleep, and we won't be seeing each other till next, next week," the executive producer tried to pump up his system and cajole his stars.

Everyone's exhausted, but they all knew what they had to do, they are professionals and the instant they entered show business, they all knew what they had signed up for, so, with big smiles plastered on their faces, they bounced back to life, though the effort was taking all the remaining energy that they have.

Song Euni, Baek Boram, Ahn Young Mee, Oh Ju Eun, Han Ji Woo and Hwangbo Hye Jung are the season three Muhan Girls and they were proving to everyone that they justly deserve to be called so.

The six of them were on their designated locus while the production staff were busy preparing for the final set and last round of filming when Hwangbo's manager came in sight and handed her her cellphone mouthing 'It's HIM!'

"Yoboseoyo?"

"Aren't you done yet?"

"Good morning to you, too! And nope, we're not through yet but we're on the last part so it'll be just an hour or two more."

"I fell asleep waiting for you," the man on the other end of the line whined.

"I know and I am sorry, I'll rush home after this and I'm all yours for the entire week," she cooed.

"Really? You're not going to work for the rest of the week, nor would you go out of the house? We'll stay bundled up together in bed all week without any distractions? And without any clothes on..." he teased, his tone a notch happier.

"Hahaha, yes on all three questions, about the last one, let me get back at you," she teased back, oh how she miss this man.

Her manager caught her attention and signaled that the filming will commence, "I'm gonna hang up and do my work, go back to sleep and I'll be there in a while, I'll wake you up with a kiss my prince," she tried to lighten up their goodbye.

"I don't like!"

"What?"

"I don't wanna sleep and I don't wanna stay home... I want to see you asap," he stoutly declared.

"Well, as much as I want to grant you what you want, I can't, unless you want me to run out of here, creating a havoc or I have a superpower I am not aware of wherein I can be at two places at one time."

She heard a dejected sigh on the other line before he spoke again, "It doesn't matter, I'll just have to ask my alien friends for help," his tone serious, not a hitch in his voice.

She wanted to laugh at his crazy idea but as she didn't want to rub salt on his wound which she knew she was the cause of, she held her horses and whispered affectionately, "Okay shillang, just surprise and humor me."

"Ooo-kay," his monosyllabic answer albeit longer than it should be. "See you in a jiffy, buinnie!"

She sighed, she wants nothing but to spend all her time with him but in their line of work, that just can't be. But she hadn't taken more than ten steps when she caught sight of a blue Porsche Cayenne, she had to do a double take to make sure, and a glimpse of that personalized plate number, which is a code only the two of them know, sealed it, "He's really here," she softly breathed. "Another magic, another surprise," she smiled, touched the glass window as if he was there and left to resume filming.

An hour and a half later, Muhan Girl's two-episode shoot was finally done, all of them rushed outside, unwilling to delay their respite a minute longer. The gang filed out saying their goodbyes and having their last minute chitchats while waiting for their managers and own source of transportation when he came out of his car without a care in the world, winked and smiled that million-dollar-smile of his to one woman in particular and swaggered directly towards her. Hwangbo Hye Jung was speechless, he never fails to make her heart go ballistic, in that love-fool kind of way; he never fails to turn her knees into jell-o thus standing on her feet becomes a chore; and he never fails to make her life turns into a slow-mo, just by his mere presence, just by being there. The sweetest smile was curved on her lips, the deepest of love was mirrored in her eyes and the purest of longing was visible in their brief embrace.

"Surprise," he whispered. "I miss you so my love," he added before giving her an intimate but exiguous peck on the lips.

Everyone, including all the production staff, crew and hosts, with the exclusion of Song Euni and Baek Boram, were starstruck. Who would have thought that their sleepy Wednesday morning will turn in full three-sixty with the appearance of Kim Hyun Joong. Who would have thought that they'll meet the Hallyu star in his capri shorts, wifebeater and beanie, who would have thought that he's that sweet and caring. Everyone was starstruck, they were all in awe, they couldn't believe that the three-year rumor of a ssangchu coupling is real but everyone are sure of one thing, the two of them would give the royal couple a run for their money.

"So it is true, unnie Hye Jung and Hyun Joong-shi are together," the maknae murmur, to no singular person, still unmoving, unable to tore her gaze away from the loving couple who were oblivious of everyone.

They were all starstruck not just by their unexpected visitor but by the flame and passion that the two obviously shared, who would have thought that the boyish general and the snob 4D prince fit each other like they were mold in the same cast.

Who would have thought... and who wouldn't be starstruck...

A Writer's Note

2011-01-19T17:32:00.001-08:00

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A NOTE NOT FROM THE SO-CALLED WRITER BUT
FROM A GOOD SAMARITAN WHO HAPPENED TO PASS HER BY

Eh... the so-called writer seems to have lost her ability to write, as proven by the non-descriptive visuals that those three-period series may or may not offer you. Me, I am a nobody, I just happened on the non-writing writer while she's tapping the keyboard of the computer shop's server, which I happen to adore, so in my not-so-well-thought-of attempt to save the keyboard and rid the shop of a nuisance, I cajoled her to let me do the yapping (technically, I am typing, but I am, really, yapping just the same, well, I function like that, it works for me, not that I need to explain or you need to know, it's just that I am obsessive-compulsive like this, hurhur). So yeah, I'm here, doing this writer's note, err, nonsense, without any idea as to why I need to, seriously, does this writer wannabe that far out on reality, thinking that she has readers to attend to? I mean, seriously!

Oh well, as brilliant and as beauty queen-ish I think I am, I know that I need to have at least a minor flaw, nobody should be perfect, that's kinda like super unfair to those who are not-so-blessed, and I am totally for that, so yeah, be ready for this, writing is not my forte. Aaah, I just had to be here at the wrong time *mentally rolling eyes at herself*.

So anyway, this is the best I can come up with at this time (or any other time, I wouldn't know though and I kind of do not want to know, hurhur), don't get me wrong, I still don't believe that she *cautiously pointing at the dazed woman beside me with my uber kissable lips* have to go and make an effort to address her non-existent readers, but if that's her thing, I'll let her be. I do float on my own bubble from time to time so if this is her pink chimera, who am I to deny her. Come to think of it, I think my chimera comes in rainbow colors, aah, what a pretty!

This will, like, bruise my ego for a good thirty minutes, but I need to say it - I distressingly suck at this... so I'll stop, let's limit the agony into a minimum. I need a favor though (I'm kinda like pretending that a person, a real, human being and not-the-robotic-spammers the internet is corrupted with is going to read this), don't go snitching on me, let the woman beside me believe that I had written a masterpiece of sorts here so she can be all happy and fulfilled. Dare and I'll hunt you down, hahaha, I'm kidding, I'm made out of sugar and spice and everything nice, I'm like Bubbles, Buttercup and Blossoms rolled into one sans the superpowers and obviously, better looking.

So yeah, have a good life people! Go and be merry!

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Hahaha, to those who didn't get the sickening humor (you have no idea (*_*)v) and the ultimate message of the note, I AM ON HIATUS until the Earth stop rotating on its axis like a hundred times faster. You see, I think my Earth is spinning and not just rotating, I'm seriously dizzy.

So long... *waving*

P.S.

Just kidding *chuckles*, I'll be posting soon...

Expiration Date

2011-01-05T23:42:00.000-08:00

Call me a pessimist but I've always believe that love has an expiration date.

There is always a reason why boyfriends and girlfriends break up, why some men or women get jilted on the altar, why a decade-long marriage crumble, why my, yours or our parents split up and succumb to divorce or any legal means of separation; one simple reason, there is no love everlasting.

Don't get your hopes up, just because Cinderella found her Prince Charming doesn't mean it lasted, the author never really let us in on what happened after they got married, right? Don't get any ideas, just because your neighbor marries her childhood sweetheart doesn't mean they will last forever, they may just be those few chosen ones whose love have a longer shelf life. Don't be fooled, just because a friend of yours has been happily married for a few years doesn't mean it will last, give them a few more years and you'll see what I mean. And don't be mistaken, just because you're in love today doesn't mean you'll be eternally, I'm giving you a year or two max.

Call me a pessimist if you must, but love REALLY has an expiration date.

You think, the grandmas and grandpas that live together till they die stayed because of undying love for each other, nah, they do it for companionship. You think, that hardworking moms and dads live together for the longest time because they still feel tingly when they are near each other, no sirree, they do it for the kids. You think, battered (insert names here, i.e, wives, girlfriends) stay with their partners because of love never-ending, nope, it's because of their stupidity and masochistic tendencies. You think, you are staying in your current relationship or your marriage because you are in love, nah-ah, you are staying because it is comfortable and you've grown dependent on it.

You see, love never stays, it lingers for a while like an anesthetic but eventually, it fades.

Call me a pessimist if you still wanna, but I'm telling you LOVE has an EXPIRATION DATE.

I am not telling you to sans away from love and relationships, oh God, please don't be a naive reader and think that, I am just giving you an itty-bitty dosage of reality. Fall in love, experience all the hullabaloo, happiness, sadness, madness, anger-ness (teehee) and all that, just be smart cause no one can fall forever, you have to land back on reality, sooner or later, that's the law of gravity.

Now repeat after me, LOVE HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE.

Oh yeah, before any of you get sassy on me, I want to reiterate that I am talking about love between a man and a woman (same sex love affairs is also considered *grins*). Don't go raining on my parade with the love of God, love of mother to her child crap because hello, I also know that, okie *smiles*.

One more thing, please no haters, I don't wanna hate you back...

How's that for my first official 2011 post?

A Touch of Some PERFECT-ness

2010-11-19T04:14:00.000-08:00

To the non-Pinoy readers, I suggest, you pass on this one, it may not be worthy of the risks as you may suffer from headache, hypertension, bleeding of various body orifices and even stroke. But if you dare and sail through it, then it is bloody PERFECT!

Here's the deal, I do multiple tasks when I write, it kinda makes my mind swirl and work in the process, but tonight when I got tired on working with SCR 6, no distraction was available, I had no movie or TV series on the ready, I have nothing to read, I don't have anyone to chat with, even Twitter is deafeningly quiet and YT vid was loading oh so slowly, so I decided on another means to keep myself afloat. And I swear, I had a grand time, bwahahaha.

Take this as you will but I want everyone to know that I'm just playing around, and it, personally, works as a brain stimulator, you may want to try it sometime.

English Trans courtesy of Perfect, oops, I mean Google Translator.

2006, the vast grounds of Hwangbo occurs a luxurious celebration for the 30th anniversary of one breast by G. and Mrs. Hwangbo. In such a feast first to cross the road by Hye Jung, the only child to marry, and of Hyun Joong, the only heir to the Kim family. Magkababata best friends and their father only natural to be so close to the two families. Neither consistently meet the two lights of home, that does not hinder the durability of their organization, per say a tree, too deeply rooted to their overthrow of the season. But because of their age, differences of interests, including studying abroad, there was no chance their offspring to become friends or even magkapalagayan inside.

Otherwise fantastic, this is the first meeting of the two before they introduced each other - with Hwangbo Hye Jung was 26 years old, a writer, romance novelist, slender, tall on average, with dark and long hair, beautiful eyes, mapupulang lips, sharp nose, a clean heart and good personality, Kim Hyun Joong was 20 years old, currently studying law in a famous university in America, tall, muscular, handsome man, If a modern Adonis ills.

Dream of their parents that they maselyuhan magkatuluyan to the unification of two families, but have they imposed that they wanted their children?

Catch the next chapter ...

Taong 2006, sa malawak na bakuran ng mga Hwangbo ay nagaganap ang isang marangyang pagdiriwang para sa ika-30 anibersaryo ng pag-iisang dibdib nina G. at Gng. Hwangbo. Sa nasabing piging unang nag-krus ang landas nina Hye Jung, ang nag-iisang anak ng mag-asawa, at ni Hyun Joong, ang tanging tagapagmana ng pamilya Kim. Magkababata at matalik na magkaibigan ang kanilang mga ama kaya't natural lamang na maging malapit ang dalawang pamilya. Hindi man palagiang nagkikita ang dalawang ilaw ng tahanan, hindi iyon naging hadlang sa tibay ng kanilang samahan, kumbaga sa puno, masyado nang malalim ang kanilang ugat para maigupo ng panahon. Ngunit dahil sa kanilang edad, pagkakaiba ng hilig, kasama na ang pag-aaral sa ibang bansa, hindi nagkaroon ng pagkakataon ang kanilang mga supling na maging magkaibigan o magkapalagayan man lamang ng loob.

Hindi man kapani-paniwala, ito ang unang pagkikita ng dalawa na naipakilala sila ng harapan sa isa't-isa - si Hwangbo Hye Jung ay 26 na taong gulang, isang manunulat, romance novelist, balingkinitan, matangkad sa karaniwan, may maitim at mahabang buhok, may magagandang mata, mapupulang labi, matangos na ilong, malinis na puso at magandang personalidad; si Kim Hyun Joong ay 20 taong gulang, kasalukuyang nag-aaral ng abogasya sa isang sikat na unibersidad sa Amerika, matangkad, matipuno, magandang lalaki, isang makabagong Adonis kung susumahin.

Pangarap ng kani-kanilang magulang na sila ang magkatuluyan upang maselyuhan na ang pagkakabuklod ng dalawang pamilya, ngunit maipipilit nga ba nila ang kanilang nais sa kanilang mga anak?

Abangan ang susunod na kabanata...

I've had enough, it's hard to write in full Tagalog, I, actually, had a nice plot in mind but putting it into words, Tagalog words at that, is very hard, so I'll stop here, I had fun, that's enough for a day, bwahahaha.

Be cool and keep rockin`!