The room went eerie quiet, as the teacher gave out the assigments for the day. Fingers flew over the keyboard and all that could be heard was the continual clicking of keyboards from the students focused on finishing their work before dismissal.

 In this flock of students, a certain individual with shifty eyes was constantly looking from the electronic device in front of her to her teacher a few computers ahead. She reached for the mouse and slowly made her way to firefox. The window popped up, and she was now completely determined at what she was about to do. She enjoys playing with this international cyber wonderland, with a single click of her mouse, she could explore any topic that enters her mind.

 The girl licked her dry lips as she clicked the website. Her heart started beating twice as fast for she knew that she would get into deep trouble if she got caught, but the school seemed to have missed blocking out that particular website. And she does not hold back with oppurtunities given to her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the dreadful human full of authority begin to approach her desk. Panic begins to sink in as she quickly aborted every window and began typing random smart sentences in the word processor. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when the teacher past her desk to help out the student beside her and all she needed to do was act cool, calm, composed, and uninterested.

 She opened firfox once again without delay as soon as the teacher left her area. She started to tap on the keybaord and the letters soon turned into words and those turned into sentences. Never before had she enjoyed this class as much as today. She gasped at the time and closed the website with a heavy heart.

 Bring Bring~

 Bodies shot up from thier seats and schoolmates began talking to each other as they left the classroom. So absorbed was she in the website, that she did not notice her friend looking over her shoulder.

 "What the heck were you doing all class?"

 A wave of staicfaction came over her and she smiled brightly to her friend.

 "My blog."

  I was watching tv last night, and I saw how stupid people can get with trying to impress someone. And it inspired me to write a story about it. I just want to throw it out there, that sometimes trying to impress someone just results in a bad ending.

  She held her cell phone close to her chest. “Should I do it?” she wondered out loud. “But maybe he can be—Oh God! This isn’t going to work—But he might for me? — No, they never change—But we could—AHH!” She threw herself unto her bed; the question was too much for her to deal with.

  “Janet!”

  “What!” she shouted as she sat up to see the new visitor.
  “Whoa, didn’t mean to wake you up.”
  “I’m sorry. I’m kinda stressed.  I was in the middle of making a decision.”
 Danielle, Janet’s best friend, examined her thoroughly from her brown, almond eyes to her bright, pink toenails. “Oh yah, return it.”

  “What?”
  “That jacket,” Danielle pointed out, “you should definitely return it. It’s kinda ugly.”

Janet looked over her black sweat pants and purple sweater. “That’s not what I was deciding on!”
  “Oh. Kidding.” Danielle laughed awkwardly.

Janet laid down on her pillows with a dreamy look on her face. “I met a boy…”

      Janet had just finished work and was craving something. She walked into Yomama, a café that had just opened down the street. Her stomach was rumbling so hard that she made a beeline for the yogurt stand, ignoring the brightly painted walls and amateur guitarist playing Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours on the corner.

      She reached over for the mango tart just as a young man went to buy one. Their fingers brushed against one another. He looked up; she looked up. Instantly, their eyes met each other, sparks flew, and they both smiled. All Janet could hear was her heart beating as she gazed upon the man’s sparkling, brown eyes and gelled, spiked-up black hair.

“I mean, he’s the whole package Danielle! He was hot, he was smart, he was funny, he was tall...hot…and smart! He was perr-fect!”
     Danielle was now even more interested in her best friend’s new found man. “Is he, like, model perfect or actor perfect?”
      “Both!” giggled Janet with a dreamy expression.

      “So then, what’s the problem?”
     “Well…We talked, and he gave me his number. Everything was going good, but then, he took out a cigarette and lit it!”
      Danielle started laughing hysterically.

 “Why are you laughing, you jerk!” complained Janet. To further emphasize her annoyance, Janet threw a pillow straight at Danielle’s head.

 Danielle dodged the pillow easily. She got her friend’s point and tried stifling her laughter. “Well, now what?” she asked, fixing up her brown ponytail.
      Janet sighed as she stared at her cell phone.

     Danielle became curious as she saw the sudden change in her best friend’s expression. She grabbed the phone from Janet’s hands. “Is this his phone number?”

  With a dreamy look on her face, Janet nodded.

Danielle grinned. She pressed the call button and threw the cell phone back to Janet. “Have fun!”
 “What are you doing?” Janet cried.  She fumbled with her cell phone, trying to hang up.

  “Now all he’s going to see is a miscall,” said the annoyed Danielle.

 “I was deciding on whether to call him or not!”
 “Well, why not?” Danielle was confused. “You said he was perr-fect!”
 “I told you,” Janet threw her hands up in frustration. “He smokes. I hate smoke!”
 “It’s just a date, big whoop.”

Janet tried to listen to her best friend’s reasoning, but she could not keep the picture of herself choking in cancerous smoke out of her head. She cringed in disgust. “But it’s nasty.”

 “I know,” Danielle teased, “you make him quit. For you.”
 “Forget that! That never happens.”
 “But you can make it happen”
 “No Danielle, I think I would know if I can make it happen.”
Danielle tried explaining her side of the argument over Janet’s voice—even if she knew that Janet will not be listening—like all the other times before.
 “These things just make these kind of—”

Ring! Ring!

The two girls went silent as they read the name. Janet’s heart raced as she slowly reached for the ringing phone and brought it up to her ear.

“H-hello, Janet?” a deep male voice from the phone asked, “I got a miscall.”
 “Y-yea?” Janet replied feeling tongue tied. “No, that wasn’t me…”

“Umm, are you sure? ‘cause I just saw your name on my phone a few seconds ago.”

 “That’s a funny story, but yah…” Janet laughed awkwardly.

“Huh, what?”

“Umm…Hello.”

“Uh hey, well now that I had you here. Are you free for dinner?”
What?! I still haven’t decided yet! Danielle urges Janet to say yes, but Janet kept mouthing  the words no to her.

“Y-yes. I like dinner.” Janet finally said.

“Cool, I’ll call you later then.”

“Ok, laters.”

Danielle was grinning like crazy as Janet hanged up the phone.

 “Ask him if he has a brother.”
 “Oh geez!” moaned Janet.

  The sky was full of stars by the time Phil and Janet came back from their date. Janet walked ahead of Phil as they reached her doorstep. When she turned around, she saw Phil with another cigarette in his mouth.

“Wow…” Janet said as she watched the smoke float in the air. “So is that like your eighth one tonight?”
 “Yah, I don’t really know.” He replied as he took the half lit cigarette from his mouth and crushed it with his Nike’s shoes. “I lost count. I just love those things.”
 “So tonight was fun. Dinner was great.”
 “Yah, I thought so too. The bread was really good...”

The two stood at the doorstep in awkward silence. Janet watched in horror as Phil started to lean forward with closed eyes and puckered lips.

  His lips are getting closer and closer towards hers, thoughts rushed into Janet’s Head.

Oh God, he looks so cute—wait, no! He used that mouth to smoke—But he’s so cute. I’ll tell him I hate smoke. Should I? Yes .No. AHH! He’s almost here, what should I do?

 Janet’s hand went to her lips in defence, “Ah, what are you doing?”
 Phil’s eyes shot open and leaned back hurriedly. “Oh well, you had fun. And I had fun, and we we’re clicking…I’m sorry that was way too forward.”
 “N-no it’s not that,” Janet started to explain. “Here’s the thing. I like you, a lot-”
 “That’s fun, that’s more than a little.”
 “Yah, but I don’t really like that you smoke. I’m sorry.”

Janet stared at Phil’s smooth olive skinned face, waiting for an answer.

 “W-wait, say that again... So you don’t like that I smoke.”
Janet shook her head no as Phil’s face showed disgust. His tongue went out. He shook both his hands and head. He moaned.
 “Are you ok, Phil?”

 “No!” Phil said sadly, “I thought you like smoking. That’s why I was doing it so much.”
 “No. No. No. Why would you think that?”
 “I don’t know. I thought girls thought it was cool or sexy or something.”
 “No, that’s not true!”
 “So girls don’t like it?”
 “No,” Janet tucked her long black hair behind her ears, “I don’t think so.”
  Janet heard Phil muttered Stupid! What a waste of money. Janet crossed her fingers behind her back. “So does that mean you don’t smoke?”
 Phil stopped muttering and smiled straight at her. “No.”
 Janet’s heart skipped, she wanted to make sure she was hearing well. “So, you’re not a smoker?”
”No.”
Yes! Janet cheered inside. Yes! Yes! Yes! He doesn’t smoke!
 Phil started to say.” I’m glad you said something, or I would have been…”
 “Yah…” Both said as they looked away from each other. Silence once again filled the starry sky until Phil suddenly looked at Janet.

 “So can we kiss now?”

-o- Story inspired by wongfu productions. -o-

Jealousy: a feeling of jealous envy especially from a rival

 You heard those stories about jealousy in a relationship. The partner trying to butt in whenever they find someone getting too close to the other, or even telling other people to stop hangin around them.

 I've seen and heard those problems too many times with other couples. I told myself I will never be like one of them: Obsessive, jealous, bossy...

 I trust him, I have no reason to be jealous. He choose me over many other people from his town. And yet why am I jealous? It bugs me to pieces when he is too friendly with other girls, but I'm not going to let it get to me. I like him too much to risk a chance of us fighting over something stupid.

 So I'll stand by my words. I will not be like them.

  I found this nounai maker after watching Arashi playing with it one day.

      The nounai maker is this site which can read your mind and shows what is inside using a picture. All you have to do is click this link http://maker.usoko.net/nounai/  and write your nickname or fullname. The results will come up in kanji and it will show you what is in your mind.

This is the index for the kanji meanings:

 This is what was in my mind, it is pretty funny how accurate it could be.

I have lies(red), worries( blue) love(pink), food( green), and a lot of escape( semi yellow?).

   Its not scientific but its very fun to use.

  The girl practically lived in her bestfriend's house. Her bestfriend's family knew her like she was part of the family. She'll occasionally help out the parents, look after the younger siblings, or take care of their pet. She used to come over to talk about the latest gossip, to share some of her favourite artist, and just t hang out with her friend. Everytime she visits she'll find herself in a fight with the older brother because of the constant teasing. The years went by and the girl had to move. She found herself missing those moments. Although she woudn't admit it, she does like him. The girl grew older and moved. And by some strange moment, they met again. They started chatting and laughing about the old times. She realized that she still liked him and blurted it out. Turns out he also always liked her.

    I've never really thought, that a similar cliché story could ever happen to me.

Gulay,my heart started beating so fast when I heard from him again. I was in pure shock when he told me

"I like you." Maybe it was just 'the tought of the idea of me liking someone' that made me say yes. But right now, I'm not regretting it.  Although it might be awkward when I'll see my friend.   xP I'll just hope for the best.

 The room went eerie quiet, as the teacher gave out the assigments for the day. Fingers flew over the keyboard and all that could be heard was the continual clicking of keyboards from the students focused on finishing their work before dismissal.

 In this flock of students, a certain individual with shifty eyes was constantly looking from the electronic device in front of her to her teacher a few computers ahead. She reached for the mouse and slowly made her way to firefox. The window popped up, and she was now completely determined at what she was about to do. She enjoys playing with this international cyber wonderland, with a single click of her mouse, she could explore any topic that enters her mind.

 The girl licked her dry lips as she clicked the website. Her heart started beating twice as fast for she knew that she would get into deep trouble if she got caught, but the school seemed to have missed blocking out that particular website. And she does not hold back with oppurtunities given to her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the dreadful human full of authority begin to approach her desk. Panic begins to sink in as she quickly aborted every window and began typing random smart sentences in the word processor. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when the teacher past her desk to help out the student beside her and all she needed to do was act cool, calm, composed, and uninterested.

 She opened firfox once again without delay as soon as the teacher left her area. She started to tap on the keybaord and the letters soon turned into words and those turned into sentences. Never before had she enjoyed this class as much as today. She gasped at the time and closed the website with a heavy heart.

 Bring Bring~

 Bodies shot up from thier seats and schoolmates began talking to each other as they left the classroom. So absorbed was she in the website, that she did not notice her friend looking over her shoulder.

 "What the heck were you doing all class?"

 A wave of staicfaction came over her and she smiled brightly to her friend.

 "My blog."

  I was watching tv last night, and I saw how stupid people can get with trying to impress someone. And it inspired me to write a story about it. I just want to throw it out there, that sometimes trying to impress someone just results in a bad ending.

  She held her cell phone close to her chest. “Should I do it?” she wondered out loud. “But maybe he can be—Oh God! This isn’t going to work—But he might for me? — No, they never change—But we could—AHH!” She threw herself unto her bed; the question was too much for her to deal with.

  “Janet!”

  “What!” she shouted as she sat up to see the new visitor.
  “Whoa, didn’t mean to wake you up.”
  “I’m sorry. I’m kinda stressed.  I was in the middle of making a decision.”
 Danielle, Janet’s best friend, examined her thoroughly from her brown, almond eyes to her bright, pink toenails. “Oh yah, return it.”

  “What?”
  “That jacket,” Danielle pointed out, “you should definitely return it. It’s kinda ugly.”

Janet looked over her black sweat pants and purple sweater. “That’s not what I was deciding on!”
  “Oh. Kidding.” Danielle laughed awkwardly.

Janet laid down on her pillows with a dreamy look on her face. “I met a boy…”

      Janet had just finished work and was craving something. She walked into Yomama, a café that had just opened down the street. Her stomach was rumbling so hard that she made a beeline for the yogurt stand, ignoring the brightly painted walls and amateur guitarist playing Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours on the corner.

      She reached over for the mango tart just as a young man went to buy one. Their fingers brushed against one another. He looked up; she looked up. Instantly, their eyes met each other, sparks flew, and they both smiled. All Janet could hear was her heart beating as she gazed upon the man’s sparkling, brown eyes and gelled, spiked-up black hair.

“I mean, he’s the whole package Danielle! He was hot, he was smart, he was funny, he was tall...hot…and smart! He was perr-fect!”
     Danielle was now even more interested in her best friend’s new found man. “Is he, like, model perfect or actor perfect?”
      “Both!” giggled Janet with a dreamy expression.

      “So then, what’s the problem?”
     “Well…We talked, and he gave me his number. Everything was going good, but then, he took out a cigarette and lit it!”
      Danielle started laughing hysterically.

 “Why are you laughing, you jerk!” complained Janet. To further emphasize her annoyance, Janet threw a pillow straight at Danielle’s head.

 Danielle dodged the pillow easily. She got her friend’s point and tried stifling her laughter. “Well, now what?” she asked, fixing up her brown ponytail.
      Janet sighed as she stared at her cell phone.

     Danielle became curious as she saw the sudden change in her best friend’s expression. She grabbed the phone from Janet’s hands. “Is this his phone number?”

  With a dreamy look on her face, Janet nodded.

Danielle grinned. She pressed the call button and threw the cell phone back to Janet. “Have fun!”
 “What are you doing?” Janet cried.  She fumbled with her cell phone, trying to hang up.

  “Now all he’s going to see is a miscall,” said the annoyed Danielle.

 “I was deciding on whether to call him or not!”
 “Well, why not?” Danielle was confused. “You said he was perr-fect!”
 “I told you,” Janet threw her hands up in frustration. “He smokes. I hate smoke!”
 “It’s just a date, big whoop.”

Janet tried to listen to her best friend’s reasoning, but she could not keep the picture of herself choking in cancerous smoke out of her head. She cringed in disgust. “But it’s nasty.”

 “I know,” Danielle teased, “you make him quit. For you.”
 “Forget that! That never happens.”
 “But you can make it happen”
 “No Danielle, I think I would know if I can make it happen.”
Danielle tried explaining her side of the argument over Janet’s voice—even if she knew that Janet will not be listening—like all the other times before.
 “These things just make these kind of—”

Ring! Ring!

The two girls went silent as they read the name. Janet’s heart raced as she slowly reached for the ringing phone and brought it up to her ear.

“H-hello, Janet?” a deep male voice from the phone asked, “I got a miscall.”
 “Y-yea?” Janet replied feeling tongue tied. “No, that wasn’t me…”

“Umm, are you sure? ‘cause I just saw your name on my phone a few seconds ago.”

 “That’s a funny story, but yah…” Janet laughed awkwardly.

“Huh, what?”

“Umm…Hello.”

“Uh hey, well now that I had you here. Are you free for dinner?”
What?! I still haven’t decided yet! Danielle urges Janet to say yes, but Janet kept mouthing  the words no to her.

“Y-yes. I like dinner.” Janet finally said.

“Cool, I’ll call you later then.”

“Ok, laters.”

Danielle was grinning like crazy as Janet hanged up the phone.

 “Ask him if he has a brother.”
 “Oh geez!” moaned Janet.

  The sky was full of stars by the time Phil and Janet came back from their date. Janet walked ahead of Phil as they reached her doorstep. When she turned around, she saw Phil with another cigarette in his mouth.

“Wow…” Janet said as she watched the smoke float in the air. “So is that like your eighth one tonight?”
 “Yah, I don’t really know.” He replied as he took the half lit cigarette from his mouth and crushed it with his Nike’s shoes. “I lost count. I just love those things.”
 “So tonight was fun. Dinner was great.”
 “Yah, I thought so too. The bread was really good...”

The two stood at the doorstep in awkward silence. Janet watched in horror as Phil started to lean forward with closed eyes and puckered lips.

  His lips are getting closer and closer towards hers, thoughts rushed into Janet’s Head.

Oh God, he looks so cute—wait, no! He used that mouth to smoke—But he’s so cute. I’ll tell him I hate smoke. Should I? Yes .No. AHH! He’s almost here, what should I do?

 Janet’s hand went to her lips in defence, “Ah, what are you doing?”
 Phil’s eyes shot open and leaned back hurriedly. “Oh well, you had fun. And I had fun, and we we’re clicking…I’m sorry that was way too forward.”
 “N-no it’s not that,” Janet started to explain. “Here’s the thing. I like you, a lot-”
 “That’s fun, that’s more than a little.”
 “Yah, but I don’t really like that you smoke. I’m sorry.”

Janet stared at Phil’s smooth olive skinned face, waiting for an answer.

 “W-wait, say that again... So you don’t like that I smoke.”
Janet shook her head no as Phil’s face showed disgust. His tongue went out. He shook both his hands and head. He moaned.
 “Are you ok, Phil?”

 “No!” Phil said sadly, “I thought you like smoking. That’s why I was doing it so much.”
 “No. No. No. Why would you think that?”
 “I don’t know. I thought girls thought it was cool or sexy or something.”
 “No, that’s not true!”
 “So girls don’t like it?”
 “No,” Janet tucked her long black hair behind her ears, “I don’t think so.”
  Janet heard Phil muttered Stupid! What a waste of money. Janet crossed her fingers behind her back. “So does that mean you don’t smoke?”
 Phil stopped muttering and smiled straight at her. “No.”
 Janet’s heart skipped, she wanted to make sure she was hearing well. “So, you’re not a smoker?”
”No.”
Yes! Janet cheered inside. Yes! Yes! Yes! He doesn’t smoke!
 Phil started to say.” I’m glad you said something, or I would have been…”
 “Yah…” Both said as they looked away from each other. Silence once again filled the starry sky until Phil suddenly looked at Janet.

 “So can we kiss now?”

-o- Story inspired by wongfu productions. -o-

Jealousy: a feeling of jealous envy especially from a rival

 You heard those stories about jealousy in a relationship. The partner trying to butt in whenever they find someone getting too close to the other, or even telling other people to stop hangin around them.

 I've seen and heard those problems too many times with other couples. I told myself I will never be like one of them: Obsessive, jealous, bossy...

 I trust him, I have no reason to be jealous. He choose me over many other people from his town. And yet why am I jealous? It bugs me to pieces when he is too friendly with other girls, but I'm not going to let it get to me. I like him too much to risk a chance of us fighting over something stupid.

 So I'll stand by my words. I will not be like them.

  I found this nounai maker after watching Arashi playing with it one day.

      The nounai maker is this site which can read your mind and shows what is inside using a picture. All you have to do is click this link http://maker.usoko.net/nounai/  and write your nickname or fullname. The results will come up in kanji and it will show you what is in your mind.

This is the index for the kanji meanings:

 This is what was in my mind, it is pretty funny how accurate it could be.

I have lies(red), worries( blue) love(pink), food( green), and a lot of escape( semi yellow?).

   Its not scientific but its very fun to use.

  The girl practically lived in her bestfriend's house. Her bestfriend's family knew her like she was part of the family. She'll occasionally help out the parents, look after the younger siblings, or take care of their pet. She used to come over to talk about the latest gossip, to share some of her favourite artist, and just t hang out with her friend. Everytime she visits she'll find herself in a fight with the older brother because of the constant teasing. The years went by and the girl had to move. She found herself missing those moments. Although she woudn't admit it, she does like him. The girl grew older and moved. And by some strange moment, they met again. They started chatting and laughing about the old times. She realized that she still liked him and blurted it out. Turns out he also always liked her.

    I've never really thought, that a similar cliché story could ever happen to me.

Gulay,my heart started beating so fast when I heard from him again. I was in pure shock when he told me

"I like you." Maybe it was just 'the tought of the idea of me liking someone' that made me say yes. But right now, I'm not regretting it.  Although it might be awkward when I'll see my friend.   xP I'll just hope for the best.

 The room went eerie quiet, as the teacher gave out the assigments for the day. Fingers flew over the keyboard and all that could be heard was the continual clicking of keyboards from the students focused on finishing their work before dismissal.

 In this flock of students, a certain individual with shifty eyes was constantly looking from the electronic device in front of her to her teacher a few computers ahead. She reached for the mouse and slowly made her way to firefox. The window popped up, and she was now completely determined at what she was about to do. She enjoys playing with this international cyber wonderland, with a single click of her mouse, she could explore any topic that enters her mind.

 The girl licked her dry lips as she clicked the website. Her heart started beating twice as fast for she knew that she would get into deep trouble if she got caught, but the school seemed to have missed blocking out that particular website. And she does not hold back with oppurtunities given to her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the dreadful human full of authority begin to approach her desk. Panic begins to sink in as she quickly aborted every window and began typing random smart sentences in the word processor. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when the teacher past her desk to help out the student beside her and all she needed to do was act cool, calm, composed, and uninterested.

 She opened firfox once again without delay as soon as the teacher left her area. She started to tap on the keybaord and the letters soon turned into words and those turned into sentences. Never before had she enjoyed this class as much as today. She gasped at the time and closed the website with a heavy heart.

 Bring Bring~

 Bodies shot up from thier seats and schoolmates began talking to each other as they left the classroom. So absorbed was she in the website, that she did not notice her friend looking over her shoulder.

 "What the heck were you doing all class?"

 A wave of staicfaction came over her and she smiled brightly to her friend.

 "My blog."

  I was watching tv last night, and I saw how stupid people can get with trying to impress someone. And it inspired me to write a story about it. I just want to throw it out there, that sometimes trying to impress someone just results in a bad ending.

  She held her cell phone close to her chest. “Should I do it?” she wondered out loud. “But maybe he can be—Oh God! This isn’t going to work—But he might for me? — No, they never change—But we could—AHH!” She threw herself unto her bed; the question was too much for her to deal with.

  “Janet!”

  “What!” she shouted as she sat up to see the new visitor.
  “Whoa, didn’t mean to wake you up.”
  “I’m sorry. I’m kinda stressed.  I was in the middle of making a decision.”
 Danielle, Janet’s best friend, examined her thoroughly from her brown, almond eyes to her bright, pink toenails. “Oh yah, return it.”

  “What?”
  “That jacket,” Danielle pointed out, “you should definitely return it. It’s kinda ugly.”

Janet looked over her black sweat pants and purple sweater. “That’s not what I was deciding on!”
  “Oh. Kidding.” Danielle laughed awkwardly.

Janet laid down on her pillows with a dreamy look on her face. “I met a boy…”

      Janet had just finished work and was craving something. She walked into Yomama, a café that had just opened down the street. Her stomach was rumbling so hard that she made a beeline for the yogurt stand, ignoring the brightly painted walls and amateur guitarist playing Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours on the corner.

      She reached over for the mango tart just as a young man went to buy one. Their fingers brushed against one another. He looked up; she looked up. Instantly, their eyes met each other, sparks flew, and they both smiled. All Janet could hear was her heart beating as she gazed upon the man’s sparkling, brown eyes and gelled, spiked-up black hair.

“I mean, he’s the whole package Danielle! He was hot, he was smart, he was funny, he was tall...hot…and smart! He was perr-fect!”
     Danielle was now even more interested in her best friend’s new found man. “Is he, like, model perfect or actor perfect?”
      “Both!” giggled Janet with a dreamy expression.

      “So then, what’s the problem?”
     “Well…We talked, and he gave me his number. Everything was going good, but then, he took out a cigarette and lit it!”
      Danielle started laughing hysterically.

 “Why are you laughing, you jerk!” complained Janet. To further emphasize her annoyance, Janet threw a pillow straight at Danielle’s head.

 Danielle dodged the pillow easily. She got her friend’s point and tried stifling her laughter. “Well, now what?” she asked, fixing up her brown ponytail.
      Janet sighed as she stared at her cell phone.

     Danielle became curious as she saw the sudden change in her best friend’s expression. She grabbed the phone from Janet’s hands. “Is this his phone number?”

  With a dreamy look on her face, Janet nodded.

Danielle grinned. She pressed the call button and threw the cell phone back to Janet. “Have fun!”
 “What are you doing?” Janet cried.  She fumbled with her cell phone, trying to hang up.

  “Now all he’s going to see is a miscall,” said the annoyed Danielle.

 “I was deciding on whether to call him or not!”
 “Well, why not?” Danielle was confused. “You said he was perr-fect!”
 “I told you,” Janet threw her hands up in frustration. “He smokes. I hate smoke!”
 “It’s just a date, big whoop.”

Janet tried to listen to her best friend’s reasoning, but she could not keep the picture of herself choking in cancerous smoke out of her head. She cringed in disgust. “But it’s nasty.”

 “I know,” Danielle teased, “you make him quit. For you.”
 “Forget that! That never happens.”
 “But you can make it happen”
 “No Danielle, I think I would know if I can make it happen.”
Danielle tried explaining her side of the argument over Janet’s voice—even if she knew that Janet will not be listening—like all the other times before.
 “These things just make these kind of—”

Ring! Ring!

The two girls went silent as they read the name. Janet’s heart raced as she slowly reached for the ringing phone and brought it up to her ear.

“H-hello, Janet?” a deep male voice from the phone asked, “I got a miscall.”
 “Y-yea?” Janet replied feeling tongue tied. “No, that wasn’t me…”

“Umm, are you sure? ‘cause I just saw your name on my phone a few seconds ago.”

 “That’s a funny story, but yah…” Janet laughed awkwardly.

“Huh, what?”

“Umm…Hello.”

“Uh hey, well now that I had you here. Are you free for dinner?”
What?! I still haven’t decided yet! Danielle urges Janet to say yes, but Janet kept mouthing  the words no to her.

“Y-yes. I like dinner.” Janet finally said.

“Cool, I’ll call you later then.”

“Ok, laters.”

Danielle was grinning like crazy as Janet hanged up the phone.

 “Ask him if he has a brother.”
 “Oh geez!” moaned Janet.

  The sky was full of stars by the time Phil and Janet came back from their date. Janet walked ahead of Phil as they reached her doorstep. When she turned around, she saw Phil with another cigarette in his mouth.

“Wow…” Janet said as she watched the smoke float in the air. “So is that like your eighth one tonight?”
 “Yah, I don’t really know.” He replied as he took the half lit cigarette from his mouth and crushed it with his Nike’s shoes. “I lost count. I just love those things.”
 “So tonight was fun. Dinner was great.”
 “Yah, I thought so too. The bread was really good...”

The two stood at the doorstep in awkward silence. Janet watched in horror as Phil started to lean forward with closed eyes and puckered lips.

  His lips are getting closer and closer towards hers, thoughts rushed into Janet’s Head.

Oh God, he looks so cute—wait, no! He used that mouth to smoke—But he’s so cute. I’ll tell him I hate smoke. Should I? Yes .No. AHH! He’s almost here, what should I do?

 Janet’s hand went to her lips in defence, “Ah, what are you doing?”
 Phil’s eyes shot open and leaned back hurriedly. “Oh well, you had fun. And I had fun, and we we’re clicking…I’m sorry that was way too forward.”
 “N-no it’s not that,” Janet started to explain. “Here’s the thing. I like you, a lot-”
 “That’s fun, that’s more than a little.”
 “Yah, but I don’t really like that you smoke. I’m sorry.”

Janet stared at Phil’s smooth olive skinned face, waiting for an answer.

 “W-wait, say that again... So you don’t like that I smoke.”
Janet shook her head no as Phil’s face showed disgust. His tongue went out. He shook both his hands and head. He moaned.
 “Are you ok, Phil?”

 “No!” Phil said sadly, “I thought you like smoking. That’s why I was doing it so much.”
 “No. No. No. Why would you think that?”
 “I don’t know. I thought girls thought it was cool or sexy or something.”
 “No, that’s not true!”
 “So girls don’t like it?”
 “No,” Janet tucked her long black hair behind her ears, “I don’t think so.”
  Janet heard Phil muttered Stupid! What a waste of money. Janet crossed her fingers behind her back. “So does that mean you don’t smoke?”
 Phil stopped muttering and smiled straight at her. “No.”
 Janet’s heart skipped, she wanted to make sure she was hearing well. “So, you’re not a smoker?”
”No.”
Yes! Janet cheered inside. Yes! Yes! Yes! He doesn’t smoke!
 Phil started to say.” I’m glad you said something, or I would have been…”
 “Yah…” Both said as they looked away from each other. Silence once again filled the starry sky until Phil suddenly looked at Janet.

 “So can we kiss now?”

-o- Story inspired by wongfu productions. -o-

Jealousy: a feeling of jealous envy especially from a rival

 You heard those stories about jealousy in a relationship. The partner trying to butt in whenever they find someone getting too close to the other, or even telling other people to stop hangin around them.

 I've seen and heard those problems too many times with other couples. I told myself I will never be like one of them: Obsessive, jealous, bossy...

 I trust him, I have no reason to be jealous. He choose me over many other people from his town. And yet why am I jealous? It bugs me to pieces when he is too friendly with other girls, but I'm not going to let it get to me. I like him too much to risk a chance of us fighting over something stupid.

 So I'll stand by my words. I will not be like them.

  I found this nounai maker after watching Arashi playing with it one day.

      The nounai maker is this site which can read your mind and shows what is inside using a picture. All you have to do is click this link http://maker.usoko.net/nounai/  and write your nickname or fullname. The results will come up in kanji and it will show you what is in your mind.

This is the index for the kanji meanings:

 This is what was in my mind, it is pretty funny how accurate it could be.

I have lies(red), worries( blue) love(pink), food( green), and a lot of escape( semi yellow?).

   Its not scientific but its very fun to use.

  The girl practically lived in her bestfriend's house. Her bestfriend's family knew her like she was part of the family. She'll occasionally help out the parents, look after the younger siblings, or take care of their pet. She used to come over to talk about the latest gossip, to share some of her favourite artist, and just t hang out with her friend. Everytime she visits she'll find herself in a fight with the older brother because of the constant teasing. The years went by and the girl had to move. She found herself missing those moments. Although she woudn't admit it, she does like him. The girl grew older and moved. And by some strange moment, they met again. They started chatting and laughing about the old times. She realized that she still liked him and blurted it out. Turns out he also always liked her.

    I've never really thought, that a similar cliché story could ever happen to me.

Gulay,my heart started beating so fast when I heard from him again. I was in pure shock when he told me

"I like you." Maybe it was just 'the tought of the idea of me liking someone' that made me say yes. But right now, I'm not regretting it.  Although it might be awkward when I'll see my friend.   xP I'll just hope for the best.

 The room went eerie quiet, as the teacher gave out the assigments for the day. Fingers flew over the keyboard and all that could be heard was the continual clicking of keyboards from the students focused on finishing their work before dismissal.

 In this flock of students, a certain individual with shifty eyes was constantly looking from the electronic device in front of her to her teacher a few computers ahead. She reached for the mouse and slowly made her way to firefox. The window popped up, and she was now completely determined at what she was about to do. She enjoys playing with this international cyber wonderland, with a single click of her mouse, she could explore any topic that enters her mind.

 The girl licked her dry lips as she clicked the website. Her heart started beating twice as fast for she knew that she would get into deep trouble if she got caught, but the school seemed to have missed blocking out that particular website. And she does not hold back with oppurtunities given to her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the dreadful human full of authority begin to approach her desk. Panic begins to sink in as she quickly aborted every window and began typing random smart sentences in the word processor. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when the teacher past her desk to help out the student beside her and all she needed to do was act cool, calm, composed, and uninterested.

 She opened firfox once again without delay as soon as the teacher left her area. She started to tap on the keybaord and the letters soon turned into words and those turned into sentences. Never before had she enjoyed this class as much as today. She gasped at the time and closed the website with a heavy heart.

 Bring Bring~

 Bodies shot up from thier seats and schoolmates began talking to each other as they left the classroom. So absorbed was she in the website, that she did not notice her friend looking over her shoulder.

 "What the heck were you doing all class?"

 A wave of staicfaction came over her and she smiled brightly to her friend.

 "My blog."

  I was watching tv last night, and I saw how stupid people can get with trying to impress someone. And it inspired me to write a story about it. I just want to throw it out there, that sometimes trying to impress someone just results in a bad ending.

  She held her cell phone close to her chest. “Should I do it?” she wondered out loud. “But maybe he can be—Oh God! This isn’t going to work—But he might for me? — No, they never change—But we could—AHH!” She threw herself unto her bed; the question was too much for her to deal with.

  “Janet!”

  “What!” she shouted as she sat up to see the new visitor.
  “Whoa, didn’t mean to wake you up.”
  “I’m sorry. I’m kinda stressed.  I was in the middle of making a decision.”
 Danielle, Janet’s best friend, examined her thoroughly from her brown, almond eyes to her bright, pink toenails. “Oh yah, return it.”

  “What?”
  “That jacket,” Danielle pointed out, “you should definitely return it. It’s kinda ugly.”

Janet looked over her black sweat pants and purple sweater. “That’s not what I was deciding on!”
  “Oh. Kidding.” Danielle laughed awkwardly.

Janet laid down on her pillows with a dreamy look on her face. “I met a boy…”

      Janet had just finished work and was craving something. She walked into Yomama, a café that had just opened down the street. Her stomach was rumbling so hard that she made a beeline for the yogurt stand, ignoring the brightly painted walls and amateur guitarist playing Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours on the corner.

      She reached over for the mango tart just as a young man went to buy one. Their fingers brushed against one another. He looked up; she looked up. Instantly, their eyes met each other, sparks flew, and they both smiled. All Janet could hear was her heart beating as she gazed upon the man’s sparkling, brown eyes and gelled, spiked-up black hair.

“I mean, he’s the whole package Danielle! He was hot, he was smart, he was funny, he was tall...hot…and smart! He was perr-fect!”
     Danielle was now even more interested in her best friend’s new found man. “Is he, like, model perfect or actor perfect?”
      “Both!” giggled Janet with a dreamy expression.

      “So then, what’s the problem?”
     “Well…We talked, and he gave me his number. Everything was going good, but then, he took out a cigarette and lit it!”
      Danielle started laughing hysterically.

 “Why are you laughing, you jerk!” complained Janet. To further emphasize her annoyance, Janet threw a pillow straight at Danielle’s head.

 Danielle dodged the pillow easily. She got her friend’s point and tried stifling her laughter. “Well, now what?” she asked, fixing up her brown ponytail.
      Janet sighed as she stared at her cell phone.

     Danielle became curious as she saw the sudden change in her best friend’s expression. She grabbed the phone from Janet’s hands. “Is this his phone number?”

  With a dreamy look on her face, Janet nodded.

Danielle grinned. She pressed the call button and threw the cell phone back to Janet. “Have fun!”
 “What are you doing?” Janet cried.  She fumbled with her cell phone, trying to hang up.

  “Now all he’s going to see is a miscall,” said the annoyed Danielle.

 “I was deciding on whether to call him or not!”
 “Well, why not?” Danielle was confused. “You said he was perr-fect!”
 “I told you,” Janet threw her hands up in frustration. “He smokes. I hate smoke!”
 “It’s just a date, big whoop.”

Janet tried to listen to her best friend’s reasoning, but she could not keep the picture of herself choking in cancerous smoke out of her head. She cringed in disgust. “But it’s nasty.”

 “I know,” Danielle teased, “you make him quit. For you.”
 “Forget that! That never happens.”
 “But you can make it happen”
 “No Danielle, I think I would know if I can make it happen.”
Danielle tried explaining her side of the argument over Janet’s voice—even if she knew that Janet will not be listening—like all the other times before.
 “These things just make these kind of—”

Ring! Ring!

The two girls went silent as they read the name. Janet’s heart raced as she slowly reached for the ringing phone and brought it up to her ear.

“H-hello, Janet?” a deep male voice from the phone asked, “I got a miscall.”
 “Y-yea?” Janet replied feeling tongue tied. “No, that wasn’t me…”

“Umm, are you sure? ‘cause I just saw your name on my phone a few seconds ago.”

 “That’s a funny story, but yah…” Janet laughed awkwardly.

“Huh, what?”

“Umm…Hello.”

“Uh hey, well now that I had you here. Are you free for dinner?”
What?! I still haven’t decided yet! Danielle urges Janet to say yes, but Janet kept mouthing  the words no to her.

“Y-yes. I like dinner.” Janet finally said.

“Cool, I’ll call you later then.”

“Ok, laters.”

Danielle was grinning like crazy as Janet hanged up the phone.

 “Ask him if he has a brother.”
 “Oh geez!” moaned Janet.

  The sky was full of stars by the time Phil and Janet came back from their date. Janet walked ahead of Phil as they reached her doorstep. When she turned around, she saw Phil with another cigarette in his mouth.

“Wow…” Janet said as she watched the smoke float in the air. “So is that like your eighth one tonight?”
 “Yah, I don’t really know.” He replied as he took the half lit cigarette from his mouth and crushed it with his Nike’s shoes. “I lost count. I just love those things.”
 “So tonight was fun. Dinner was great.”
 “Yah, I thought so too. The bread was really good...”

The two stood at the doorstep in awkward silence. Janet watched in horror as Phil started to lean forward with closed eyes and puckered lips.

  His lips are getting closer and closer towards hers, thoughts rushed into Janet’s Head.

Oh God, he looks so cute—wait, no! He used that mouth to smoke—But he’s so cute. I’ll tell him I hate smoke. Should I? Yes .No. AHH! He’s almost here, what should I do?

 Janet’s hand went to her lips in defence, “Ah, what are you doing?”
 Phil’s eyes shot open and leaned back hurriedly. “Oh well, you had fun. And I had fun, and we we’re clicking…I’m sorry that was way too forward.”
 “N-no it’s not that,” Janet started to explain. “Here’s the thing. I like you, a lot-”
 “That’s fun, that’s more than a little.”
 “Yah, but I don’t really like that you smoke. I’m sorry.”

Janet stared at Phil’s smooth olive skinned face, waiting for an answer.

 “W-wait, say that again... So you don’t like that I smoke.”
Janet shook her head no as Phil’s face showed disgust. His tongue went out. He shook both his hands and head. He moaned.
 “Are you ok, Phil?”

 “No!” Phil said sadly, “I thought you like smoking. That’s why I was doing it so much.”
 “No. No. No. Why would you think that?”
 “I don’t know. I thought girls thought it was cool or sexy or something.”
 “No, that’s not true!”
 “So girls don’t like it?”
 “No,” Janet tucked her long black hair behind her ears, “I don’t think so.”
  Janet heard Phil muttered Stupid! What a waste of money. Janet crossed her fingers behind her back. “So does that mean you don’t smoke?”
 Phil stopped muttering and smiled straight at her. “No.”
 Janet’s heart skipped, she wanted to make sure she was hearing well. “So, you’re not a smoker?”
”No.”
Yes! Janet cheered inside. Yes! Yes! Yes! He doesn’t smoke!
 Phil started to say.” I’m glad you said something, or I would have been…”
 “Yah…” Both said as they looked away from each other. Silence once again filled the starry sky until Phil suddenly looked at Janet.

 “So can we kiss now?”

-o- Story inspired by wongfu productions. -o-

Jealousy: a feeling of jealous envy especially from a rival

 You heard those stories about jealousy in a relationship. The partner trying to butt in whenever they find someone getting too close to the other, or even telling other people to stop hangin around them.

 I've seen and heard those problems too many times with other couples. I told myself I will never be like one of them: Obsessive, jealous, bossy...

 I trust him, I have no reason to be jealous. He choose me over many other people from his town. And yet why am I jealous? It bugs me to pieces when he is too friendly with other girls, but I'm not going to let it get to me. I like him too much to risk a chance of us fighting over something stupid.

 So I'll stand by my words. I will not be like them.

  I found this nounai maker after watching Arashi playing with it one day.

      The nounai maker is this site which can read your mind and shows what is inside using a picture. All you have to do is click this link http://maker.usoko.net/nounai/  and write your nickname or fullname. The results will come up in kanji and it will show you what is in your mind.

This is the index for the kanji meanings:

 This is what was in my mind, it is pretty funny how accurate it could be.

I have lies(red), worries( blue) love(pink), food( green), and a lot of escape( semi yellow?).

   Its not scientific but its very fun to use.

  The girl practically lived in her bestfriend's house. Her bestfriend's family knew her like she was part of the family. She'll occasionally help out the parents, look after the younger siblings, or take care of their pet. She used to come over to talk about the latest gossip, to share some of her favourite artist, and just t hang out with her friend. Everytime she visits she'll find herself in a fight with the older brother because of the constant teasing. The years went by and the girl had to move. She found herself missing those moments. Although she woudn't admit it, she does like him. The girl grew older and moved. And by some strange moment, they met again. They started chatting and laughing about the old times. She realized that she still liked him and blurted it out. Turns out he also always liked her.

    I've never really thought, that a similar cliché story could ever happen to me.

Gulay,my heart started beating so fast when I heard from him again. I was in pure shock when he told me

"I like you." Maybe it was just 'the tought of the idea of me liking someone' that made me say yes. But right now, I'm not regretting it.  Although it might be awkward when I'll see my friend.   xP I'll just hope for the best.