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What I Did When I Realized I Can’t Be a Rock Goddess

I dreamed of being one once. I got my dad to buy me an acoustic guitar, and I brought it along to school to learn the chords to Leaving on a Jetplane and Ako’y Sayo, Ika’y Sakin. Today, I still know the intro to Parokya ni Edgar‘s Harana. But that’s the most it amounted to, really. I quickly learned that I preferred watching other people play, mesmerized by how their fingers made love to the guitar. Soon my humble acoustic instrument was passed along at school, borrowed by my more talented and persevering classmates. They may not have grown up to be rock gods, but they did learn to play more than the intro to Harana.

So I was left with the dream, which transformed into an active daydream. The daydream sprouted characters, and eventually, a story.

Jill is the lead vocalist of the indie rock band Trainman. She also plays guitar–rhythm and lead, depends on the song, depends on how she, Kim, and Miki decided. They usually played it by ear, specially during live shows at Commute Bar.

Kim is Jill’s ex-boyfriend, the one she has been with for seven years since she was fourteen. The one who broke her heart just two months ago and hasn’t looked at her properly since. That’s a hard job to do, since they share the stage nearly every night.

Miki is Jill’s best friend, and he says that every breakup has a three-month probation period. Jill is on the last month of hers and Miki is patiently keeping her company.

Shinta is a hot Japanese celebrity. He is also Jill’s what-are-you-having-for-breakfast, call-me-if-you-can, cross-ocean friend. Now he is here, physically present, and together he and Jill go through old lyrics, vivid memories, walks in the rain, and bottles of beer. Together they try to answer the question: what do you do when forever ends?

Obviously, I daydream a lot.

You can share my daydream, Songs of Our Breakup, soon 🙂

 

Photography by Mark Christopher Bayot, featuring Ace Tria.

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What I Did When Hanazawa Rui Didn’t Get the Girl

Years before the civil war between Team Edward and Team Jacob, Makino Tsukushi had been torn between Domjouji Tsukasa and Hanazawa Rui. In a dramedy with a wild premise and many unlikely plot twists that only a Japanese dorama can pull off, Makino and Domyouji’s love prevailed, leaving Rui in the shadow as the soulmate who doesn’t get the girl.

So what is a fangirl (moi) who fell in love with the introverted millionaire bishounen to do?

I did the only logical thing. I created my own introverted millionaire bishonen. He is also a snob, and had fair hair that made his head glow. But I also made him a genius; the smartest and most popular boy in school. I gave him his quirks, his own strong, warring parents, and his personal conflicts. Thus I created Takeshi Hinata and made him my own. Takeshi became a unique and active figment of my imagination.

I gave him Hikaru Saito, a wallflower who preferred whiling her time away inside a manga store over trying to understand boys, or trying to be liked at school. She doesn’t even try hard enough to keep herself in school. So she flunks her English exam, which leads her to tyrant tutor himself, the beautiful genius Takeshi.

I created Tetsuya Sakuishi, because what is a Japanese drama if you only have one beautiful boy? He is a young teacher-in-training in Takeshi and Hikaru’s high school. Hikaru quickly notices his pretty eyes and his distracting smile. Tetsuya quickly promises to protect Hikaru and always be there for her.

Several years and many, many drafts later, Takeshi, Hikaru and Tetsuya’s story has been channeled from brain to written word. You can read about their high school romance, Blossom Among Flowers, soon.

Maybe then there will be some debate between Team Takeshi and Team Tetsuya too. That would be cool 🙂

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LSSing: Beautiful Goodbye

I guess it started with a plot bunny, that multiplied into two. Then lunch made me sleepy, and I had to have Adam in my ear. And now it’s Sunday and it’s raining outside. In any case, I’m LSSing, and I can’t complain, really.

And let them go, let them fly
Holding back won’t turn back time
Believe me, I’ve tried

Your eyes were so bright
And I remember your eyes were so bright
And I remember your eyes were so bright
When I first met you, how in love were we that night?
And now I’m kissing your tears goodnight
And I can’t take it, you’re even perfect when you cry

 

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