Weekends At Unit 704






KIRA is seen sitting alone in a table for three. 2 bottles are already empty while she holds the third one. She’s watching the band performing. JIN, the lead singer, notices her. He keeps his eyes on her, and she stares back. His expression is half amused, and half irritated. She tilts her head, and raises her bottle to him, then sneers.



KIRA quietly enters the room, slightly bending her body, until he reaches her seat. JIN, seated in front of her, turns his body towards her, and puts his notebook (with the notes she missed) on her desk with a smile, then quickly turns back, just in time when the professor glances at their side of the room.


KIRA opens her locker and the first thing she sees is the packed lunch wrapped with towel. She looks to her side and saw Jin walking away in a distance. She knew.


KIRA, rolling a lollipop in her tongue while playing with the stick with her fingers, just stares at the blinking cursor in her laptop waiting for her type. JIN arrives and sits on the chair beside her, his body facing towards Kira. Kira raises an eyebrow at him.



Tapos na ko sa essay na yan. Gusto mo tulungan kita?


It’s a sunny day. KIRA, wearing training clothes, takes a break from running and stops on a bench beside a tree. She sits down, palms on both knees, as she catches her breath. Seconds later, a shadow appears on the ground. She looks up and sees an umbrella over her head. She turns her head to JIN. He grins at her and raises a bottle of water, then hands it to her. She just looks at him with disbelief and a bit of annoyance.


Rain drops on the ground. A foot steps on a water puddle. Then we see KIRA and JIN seated apart. It’s only the two of them and they both just sit in silence as they wait for the bus. Kira’s playing with her feet while Jin just stares at a distance. After a long deafening silence, Kira, still playing with a water puddle with her feet, finally speaks.


…Why do you keep bothering me?


I like you.


Why would you like me? Di mo naman ako kilala. Or do you have another motive? Wanna get inside my pants then boast to your friends or something?


Syempre hin—



Or is this some kind of bet?



No. Can’t I like you just because? Di ko alam, basta tuwing makikita kita parang gusto kita makilala. I like you because I like you… or maybe there’s something in you.


Nah, you just prolly like the idea of me, and not me. People have these expectations, you know? And sometimes they forget and think it’s the real thing. I may not be who you expect me to be.

Kira looks at Jin who’s already staring at her. Pain and confusion is evident in his eyes. But he’s still determined.


Maybe I’m kinda pretty for you, but I’m actually I’m uninteresting. And to be honest, I don’t like as you as well. I think you’re just as uninteresting. And sometimes, you’re honestly getting annoying. Just… leave me alone.



‘To naman, ang sakit mo naman magsalita.


Okay that came off harsh. I’m sorry. I don’t really mean it. But just quit pursuing me for your own good.



Alam mo, lalo kitang nagugustuhan.


Come on. You don’t like me… yet. Get to know me for real first, then say it again. But the next time you say it, say it sincerely. Say it because that’s how you feel.


Only a few people are left inside the bus. But KIRA and JIN are seated on opposite sides. Kira, with a new hairstyle, is seen staring at JIN, but he doesn’t even glance at her direction. He’s just leaning his head against the window while looking outside.


But he didn’t say it again. Right when I’m starting to like him back, he slowly became distant… and cold. The whole time we would spend our time together, I knew his heart isn’t with me anymore.

Jin finally glances at Kira. He gives him a weak smile, as if he was only obligated to do so. Kira smiles back, but she’s hurting inside. He goes back looking out the window while she doesn’t keep his eyes off him.


Jin never really liked me. He only liked the chase.

IN FRONT OF KIRA’S HOUSE. Jin blandly says goodbye before Kira could enter the house. She stays where he left her and just watches him walk away until he gets lost in her sight in the dark alley.


When I’m finally almost ready to give back my heart to him, he started to drift away. He lost interest. Liking me isn’t as challenging and exciting for him anymore.


KIRA slowly takes her steps around while looking and feeling the texture of the clothes, matching her pace with someone. JIN just quietly follows her from behind. Later, he suddenly halts. Kira also stops and turns to him and just stares at him, waiting for him to speak.


Tigilan na natin to. Hindi, ako pala. Titigilan ko na to.

Kira doesn’t do anything. She just peers into his eyes as if searching for something. She sees nothing.


I like someone else now… I’m sorry.


His chase has come to an end.

They just stared in each other’s eyes—his eyes devoid of any emotion while hers is full of longing. They are frozen in their place. Time has stopped for them while everyone else went on with the passing of time.


And my chase… has just started.



 JIN together with his bandmates are putting back their instruments at the back of his van. KIRA approaches them. Jin is now aware of her presence but he ignores her while his bandmates hesitantly walks away to leave the two alone.


Hi, Jin.

Jin shuts the door and finally faces Kira. The way she carries herself exudes with so much confidence, that he feels slightly intimidated but he tries to hide it.



Anong ginagawa mo dito?



I still like you.


Look, sorry kasi bigla na lang akong nawalan ng nararamdaman para sayo. You don’t deserve a guy like me na hindi ka kaya panindigan. Kaya kalimutan mo na lang ako. May gusto na kong iba.


You think I’ll believe that, huh? Back when you were trying to pursue me, you were really persistent. Pero pano ba yan? Persistent din ako. What Kira wants, Kira gets.


Okay. Wala talaga akong gustong iba. Pero wala na talaga akong nararamdaman para sayo, Kira. Siguro tama ka, maybe I just like the idea of you. O baka hindi lang pala talaga ako ready. Siguro napressure lang din talaga ako sa mga kaibigan ko na ligawan ka nung nalaman nilang may gusto ako sayo. Gago ako e. I’m really sorry.


…what if I tell you that I can wait for you? As I said, I’m just as persistent as you.

Jin takes a step closer to Kira, both hands on his pockets.


Remember when we kissed once? Yun na yung cue ko. Hindi na tama to kasi wala pala talaga akong nararamdaman para sayo. O baka meron noon, pero nawala na.

Kira just looks straight into his eyes with a piercing stare as a tear escapes her eye.


Let‘s stop now. Let’s just forget each other.

Jin squeezes Kira’s shoulder for the last time and walks away. He walks over to his bandmates smoking while waiting for him. He doesn’t notice Kira sobbing where he left her. But a moment later she walks back inside the bar. Jin continues to talk to his bandmates as if nothing happened—unbothered. But his bandmate, GIO, witnessed everything. He’s been observing the whole scene from a distance. No one else but him noticed Kira stomping her way to the bar.

After some time, Jin invites everyone to go to the car and go home. Gio refuses, and decides to stay. Jin just shrugs and they all go inside the van. Gio watches the van disappear in his sight before he goes back inside the bar.


GIO looks around as he enters, searching for Kira. He spots her in the bar counter drinking alone. He sits in a table not far from her to watch over her. Her shoulders shake from sobbing, but she still continues to take shots and sometimes drink straight from the bottle.

Gio has seen all of it. So he finally decides to leave his table to sit in the chair beside her. Kira glances at him once then completely ignores him. He does the same. He just stays beside her, pretending to mind his own business but secretly watches over her.


Kira is already drunk, a few men have tried hitting on her but she has intimidated them all away. She then leans her head against the counter table, facing towards Gio’s direction. Gio glances at her, their eyes meet but he avoids her gaze. But she continues staring.



Why is your friend like that? Ang labo. Why did he pursue me when he didn’t even have feelings for me to begin with? I hate him. What was that? A free trial? Parang tanga.

Gio turns toward her again. He rests his chin in his hand, not saying anything as he listens to her.


I hate him because left me hanging right when I’m starting to like him back. I hate him so fucking much.


Kira, still mumbling, tries her best to keep her eyes open but her head is spinning and her vision is getting blurry. When she’s finally too drunk, tired and sleepy, she finally stops talking. It’s his cue to take her home—his home, because he don’t know hers.


KIRA already passed out beside GIO. Meanwhile Gio, gets his phone from his pocket. He texts Jin that Kira’s sleeping at his place but hesitates to send it so he just deletes the message and puts it back in his pocket.


Eyes still closed, KIRA squirms in the bed and pulls the blanket closer so her body is fully wrapped. A moment later, she lies her back again, and softly opens her eyes. She notices the different paint and light in the ceiling. She looks around and realizes she’s not in her own room.

The room is accented with brown and green, with small plants around. The curtains are widely opened so the sunlight is striking directly at her. There are two beds inside the room.  The bed she’s lying at is close to the wall while the other bed is few meters away, with a table in between.

She gets up and puts her palm against her throbbing head. She then notices her sleeves—she’s wearing an oversized brown sweater which is not hers. She pulls the neck hole and sees that she’s still wearing the same clothes she was wearing last night.


Okay. So I’m still wearing my clothes from last night, and the room is strangely neat and organized. Nothing happened last night. Right. Nothing happened last night.

She gets up from bed and straightens the blanket before she leaves the room.

The living room is just right in front of the room. And there she sees the back of a man sitting on the sofa watching TV. She looks over to table near the kitchen. Nothing was prepared for her to eat.

She procceds to sit beside GIO. She plops on the sofa, which surprised him.





Di ka pa ba magp’prepare? Take a shower or something so you can leave now.


I just woke up, and you’re asking me to go already? Tapos wala man lang breakfast or soup or anything.


Nice. Thank you nga pala, Gio, sa pag-uwi sayo nung lasing na lasing ka. Pero sana nagluto na rin ako ng breakfast ‘no? (Sarcastic) Nakakahiya sayo e.


I’m kidding. But where did you sleep last night?


Syempre sa kama ko.


What about the other bed? Kaninong bed yung tinulugan ko? You have a girlfriend?


Wala. Sa kapatid ko yun.

Gio stands up and heads to the kitchen just beside the bedroom. Kira’s eyes just follows him. She adjusts in the sofa to face towards the kitchen area where Gio is making coffee.


Does she still sleep there?


…hindi na.


Can you be my friend?




Whatever. I consider you my friend now.

Kira turns her back at him and grabs the remote to switch the channel as she places her feet on the table. Gio watches her in disbelief. He goes back to the sofa and places the coffee on the table but Kira assumes that he made it for her so he moves it away from her. Kira snorts at him.


Di sayo yan. Di ka pa ba mag-aasikaso?


Let me stay here a little longer. Hmm?



Kung si Jin lang ang habol mo, hindi siya pumupunta dito. At hindi tayo magkaibigan, okay? Pinatulog lang kita dito dahil baka may ibang mag-uwi sayo at may gawin pang masama sayo. Nagmagandang loob lang ako. Pero huling pagkikita natin to.


My head hurts but I remember everything. You stayed with me all throughout the night. But you’re obviously not interested in me and I feel the same. So see? We can be friends.


Di na kailangan. Siguradong ang daming mo nang mga kaibigan. Di mo na ko kailangan idagdag.

Kira ignores him. Instead, she looks around to pay more attention to the interior. The place is just enough for two. It’s kinda small but so homey because of the wood decorations and small plants. There’s also a small balcony that is left opened so wind can pass through inside. She leans her head and closes her eyes, smiling from ear to ear–looking peaceful.

She opens her eyes again and turns to Gio.



Can I come here again next weekend? I like your place.


(Sighs deeply)

Alam mo, kung ayaw mo mag-asikaso, sige na umuwi ka na.

Gio gets up and lightly pushes her until they reach out the door. Kira slaps his hands and frowns at him, which eventually turns into a huge grin. Gio raises his brow, wondering.


Next weekend. 7pm. Wait for me here. Okay?

Kira pats Gio’s shoulders and turns his back to him. She raises an arm and waves her hand while walking away.


Seeeeee you!





(Kemeng title lang ang “Weekends at Unit 704. Wala pa talaga akong title.)



I always knew this about myself but it was only a few days ago that I realized and put it into words: ambitous. I just have a lot of goals and dreams in life, and for some reason, despite everything, I believe in myself. I believe that after all these failures and slow pace in catching up with everyone else, I’ll get there. I trust myself a lot and I don’t even know where it’s coming from.

We went to Star City after our requirement to watch in Ballet Manila. We tried this thing called Star Frisbee. It turns and sways as it goes higher, and when you reach the top, you’d be turned upside down. But at the peak of the thrilling ride, I just heard myself screaming “magiging successful ako! (I will be successful!)”. And that’s when I fully realized that it’s my top desire in life. I want to be successful. Of course it’s still a long way to go and I still have to experience a lot. But I’m really happy and proud of myself for being more patient these days. I’m slowly starting to enjoy the process. And where else will I learn this? Of course it’s from Day6’s Jae. That dude is such a meme on Twitter but he’s really inspirational when he speaks sincerely.

But going back, I realized a new interest lately: advertising. I’m not sure when exactly it started but I just realized that I’m so passionate and interested when it comes to advertising. It’s the field that I really want to take for my internship. Perhaps for now that’s the goal I have in mind. But my dream is still to be a screenwriter or maybe a movie director. I’m scared though. My passion, interest, and skills match advertising but my personality. Work’s supposed to be 24/7 because you have to be ready anytime of the day. But the whole world knows I hate checking messages; I hate chatting; I hate online conversations. Once I’m home, I want all time for myself. Human interaction is done, I’ve done my part. But then again, the world won’t adjust for me. No more considerations. That is just one of the many things I have to prepare for if I wanted to work in an advertising agency. 

We also have an upcoming project in our Adver class which is making Ad Campaign. I’m really excited to work on it. My groupmates aren’t exactly close with each other but I hope it will be easy to work and collaborate with everyone.

Slowly But Surely

It’s almost 3am and here I am, crying over Day6. Sometimes my love for this band gets a little overwhelming; I couldn’t help but be emotional. I’m tired of shows being so careless with Day6 just because they ain’t big yet. They never get their name right when it’s just as simple as “Day6”, they disrespect them by not giving the stage they deserve where they could shine in MAMA, they “mistakenly” used a photo of another band when it’s just so easy to search for Day6 photos, and the list goes on. Day6 is such an amazing band. They succesfully finished their EveryDay6 project where they released new songs, an MV, and even hold concerts every month—a total of 25 songs and 25 concerts. All that and somehow they are still not as recognized as they deserve to be. They deserve more. They deserve everything. I’m honestly getting impatient. I just want more people to discover and listen to their songs. But I believe in time, they’ll get big. They’ll get there. They’ll achieve their dreams and more. And as Pau (one of my mutuals said), 

“Success is sweeter when it’s not earned overnight. Like scaling a treacherous mountain, each painstaking little step is significant towards getting to the top.”

But for now, I’m still very proud of how far they’ve come. The fandom grew and I’m sure the boys know how loved they are. We are lucky to have each other. Cheesy, but Day6 and My Days are my home. When things get tough or when I wanted escape real life, they are the ones there to comfort me and cheer up. When I lose motivation, they are the ones who help me get back up and keep pushing forward.

I love them with my whole heart.

Better Better

Hey. I can’t believe I’m writing again. I might as well keep up this sort of journal entries. Anyway, in case you’re wondering what’s with the weird title, Better Better is actually the title of a Day6 song from the Moonrise album. It’s my current favorite song and one of the songs I love listening to in the morning while preparing to go to school. It just automatically puts me in a good mood. Sometimes it even motivates me to do anything. It has just THAT impact on me. And it’s so weird because I’ve been feeling too motivated lately; I wanted to do so many things and I get frustrated that I couldn’t do them all at once. I want to catch up on Day6 all day, I want to write a fanfic, I want to write a blog, I want to start reading a novel again, but I also want to focus on finishing my resume and CV for internship applications. But it makes me happy. I feel… passionate again. It’s been months since I was on the mood to do all these for myself and for the reason that I was happy doing them. For the past months, I feel like I was only doing things for the sake of it or because it’s a requirement. Maybe it’s also the reason I lost interest in these things. I hate the feeling of being forced or told to do things. I want to move on my own will, at my own pace. But the real world doesn’t really work that way. You’re not that special for everyone to adjust for you. You have to adapt to the world around you. You have to meet people in the middle. Not everything has to go your way. I guess this is also what I need to remember because I keep forgetting it. This is one of the things I hate about me, though. I don’t say anything but this voice at the back of my mind always wants things to go according to her plans or what she wants. Okay–I actually don’t know why I’m suddenly saying this. I’m just writing whatever. I just want to let out all my thoughts in hopes of lessening overthinking, unlike the usual. I always feel like my subtle awkwardness is annoying. I’m annoying. I’m really trying to be nice and all, but I still end up doing and saying things that I regret and overthink every day. Not even exaggerating. Although I think I’m improving. It’s not as bad as it is back in high school. I feel good these days.

I’m also happy that I’m not stressing much about the internships anymore. I now have plans on the companies I want to apply for and I have also started on my resume and CV already. I’m actually feeling a little excited now (which I hope I won’t regret later on). I’m looking forward to the learning experience. School’s still pretty chill. It seems like it hasn’t officially started yet. Some professors are still not attending class and we don’t have much homeworks yet. But I hope once the shit tons of acad stuff to accomplish start, I will remain this positive. I’m genuinely feeling happy and motivated. I hope I’ll continue to be like this, even when the actual school works start.

You got this, Shynne 🌸

To A New Start

So uhhh… hi? It’s been almost a year since I actually wrote something. I really love the last story I wrote but I don’t know what happened after that. It felt like I poured everything in that story that I was left empty to start on something new. I just somehow lost interest after or maybe I just got a little busy while I prioritized something else too. My heart’s always been into ficition writing (since I’m not really good with creative writing) especially when I get too passionate at times, and I feel like I’m not really skilled with writing in general, unlike what most people assume from me. Fiction writing is the only thing I consider myself a little good at. So I decided to test or rather hone my skills in writing by applying to be a scriptwriter for TV shows in our school. At first I was ecstatic that I got in. I was really excited to work and I enjoyed what I was doing then. But then I was given two live TV shows to write, but I stuggled a lot with my 2nd show. That’s when I felt like things started going downhill. I began questioning my skills again. Can I really do this? Do I really have enough skills for this? Maybe this isn’t for me. I slowly lost the burning passion I have when I first started. It was slowly burning out. I wanted to quit. I felt so unmotivated. I didn’t want to do anything. My grades were starting to drop too, so I wanted to focus on studies and I didn’t want to think of work. I just wanna leave it all behind and ignore everything. Sometimes I look at my hardworking block mates (those who a lot of work at hand and are always busy with org work) and wonder how they do it, how they manage to do all kinds of work and still seem passionate. Meanwhile, I only have to write for 2 shows and it already felt too overwhelming that I had to resign from my other show. I really envy them. 

But this year, I want to try it again–I want to try harder. I want to make better scripts for my show, learn more in graphic designing, and not lose passion for digital drawing again. I want to develop my own style more. Although I honestly admit that this new drive is partly because of internship. I feel like I really need to work this time in getting more work experiences. But more than the experiences to put on my resume, it is the process of enhancing my skills along the way.

“For the development of yourself, it’s not the results that matters. It’s the process.” – Jae (Day6)

This quote is from a member of my favorite South Korean band, Day6. It’s what I want to keep in mind for the whole year. Funny to mention this here but I’m actually a Taurean. And as a Taurean, it’s hard to get out of my comfort zone, and change scares us. But this time, I want to get out. I want to grow. I’m afraid but I want to try again. 

I feel like along the way of losing interest in the things I used to be passionate about, I disappointed a lot of people. I rejected work offers and slacked off. I avoided them as much as possible. I didn’t like having a hard time or getting pressured. But in a few years, I’ll be going out to the real world. And you don’t really get to choose what you want to do in work. So now I want to regain people’s trust. I want to trust myself again, too. There’s a lot more skilled people out there, but I shall do my thing at my own pace.

We’ll get there, Shynne. You got this. 🌻

Last Dance




Only a few lights in the room are on. EMIL (20) and AGATHA (19) is seen standing next to each other in the center. Emil is wearing training clothes while Agatha is wearing a ballerina dress, looking ethereal in it. DANSE MACABE (by Camille Saint-Saëns) is playing in the speaker. Emil’s arm is wrapped around Agatha’s waist and the other holds the back of her head while Agatha’s hands are placed on his shoulders. He gazes into her eyes adoringly, his lips suppressing a smile. She gives him a weak smile.

Meanwhile, a girl wearing a hoodie is seen intently observing them through the small glass window of the door.

Screen fades.


Emil (8) is sitting in the corner of the room while a few other kids are on the other side of the room, not minding him. His knees are pushed to his chest while burying his face on his arms. A girl (7) approaches him and sits in front of him. He moves his head up upon realizing her presence. He glares at her.


Dun ka nga. Ayaw kita dito.


(Sighs) Bakit galit ka sakin? Ayaw mo ba ‘kong partner?


Ayaw kong bagong partner! Di kita kailangan.


Pero sabi ni teacher

Emil doesn’t let her finish her sentence and storms out of the room. Agatha stays where she sits but her eyes follows him until he’s gone. She continues staring at the door and frowns.


The covered pool area is dimly lit, only the pool lights that are still on are the source of light. A girl (19) whose hair and clothes are drenched, is seen lying near the pool. Her face is not revealed yet. She remains on the cold floor as she moves her head to scan the place, her eyes giving no expression. After a moment, she finally decides to sit up. She gives one final look around then at her black hoodie and thights that are soaked wet. She then stares at the pool again. Then she presses her palm against her head, as though trying hard to recall a forgotten memory.


The girl comes across a group of swimmers about to get changed, but they ignore her. She just gives them a blank stare and passes by them.


The girl is seen alone in the dark hallway walking aimlessly. She stares at the floor wondering why her shoes are not leaving wet prints despite it being wet too. A guy from the far end of the hallway approaches her direction. She stops in her tracks when she hears the echoing footsteps. She looks at the guy who seems to be in a hurry as he walks in a fast pace towards her but he just passes by without even glancing at her.

She gives an awestruck expression that will turn into confusion. She turns her head to her back to look at him, his back facing her. She sees the words “SWIMMING TEAM” printed at the back of his jacket. But he continues to walk away, unaware of her staring.

She finally breaks the long staring then turns to a corner heading towards the practice rooms. She stops in front of the ballet practice room.


Emil (15) and Agatha (14) is seen sitting next to each other on a two-seater bus. The entire bus is filled with ballerinas and danseurs busy celebrating a successful performance except in the row where the two is. Emil sat by the window, his hair being blown by the wind. He hums to the tune of Danse Macabre.

Meanwhile, Agatha just quietly studies the side of Emil’s face. She gives him a smile even though he doesn’t see it, before she leans back to her seat and closes her eyes.

Miss Faye (early 30’s), their ballet master, approaches them enthusiastically and sits in the empty seats adjacent to them.


Kayong dalawa, iba din kayo ha. Gusto ko kayong i-congratulate kasi ang galing niyo kanina!

Emil turns his head to look at her while Agatha opens her eyes and just smiles to herself.


Nagtataka nga ako kung paano niyo nagagawang magkaroon ng maayos at magandang performance kahit mula noong mga bata pa kayo hanggang ngayon ay di kayo nagkakasundo.

Agatha finally looks at her while Emil keeps his mouth shut.


Kaya nga po e. Nakapagtataka kung paano namin nagagawang magmukhang may connection sa isa’t isa tuwing nagsasayaw kahit…


Di naman maganda, e. Para sakin kulang pa.

Emil gives Miss Faye a small, forced smile then plugs his earphones and pretends to sleep. Agatha on the other hand gives an apologetic bow. Miss Faye just shrugs and pats Agatha’s shoulder then returns to her seat.


The girl reaches for the door knob but hesitates to open the door.


(To herself, in a soft voice) Bakit ako nandito? Hindi ko alam kung saan ako papunta. Pero dito ako dinala ng mga paa ko.


The clouds are spread across the sky. The wind blows through Agatha’s (16) hair. Her face is against her palms as she sobs. Random people are just passing by her.

Meanwhile, Emil (17) exits the building, holding a bottle of juice in one hand. He notices Agatha in the stairways. Her shoulders move up and down from crying. He walks a few steps towards her, hesitates for a while, and then continues walking up to her. He hands her the drink while shyly looking away.


(Clears his throat) O, sayo na. Di ko pa naiinom yan. Ayoko ng matamis.

Agatha confusedly looks at the drink Emil is handing to her then at him who was still looking away. Upon realizing that she’s still not grabbing the drink, Emil turns to her. He attempts to look at her eyes but feels awkward so he diverts his eyes to his feet instead. He throws the drink at her lap.


May nagsabi sakin na nakakagaan daw ng loob ang matatamis. Might just help a little.

Emil then walks away. Agatha gets the drink from her lap and just stares at it. Meanwhile, Emil stops in his tracks and decides to go back to Agatha and sits beside her. She just lets him. They both sit in silence.


‘Wag mo na isipin yung mga nasabi ni Miss Faye kanina. Maniwala ka na lang na magaling ka.


(Grins) Anong meron? Bakit mo to sinasabi ngayon? Di ba wala ka namang paki sakin? Sus, ayaw mo nga akong partner e.


Nung mga bata pa tayo nun. Tagal na kaya nun. Pero di naman talaga ako galit sayo. Kinailangan ko lang na maging ganun, lalo na dahil alam kong magiging partner kita nang matagal. Mahirap na. Pano kung isang araw palitan na naman nila ang partner ko?

Agatha chuckles and takes a sip of her drink.


Ang labo naman nito. So kaya ka madalas kang galit sakin dahil ayaw mong masanay sakin dahi ayaw mong isang araw baka palitan na lang nila ako. Pero ayaw mo naman sakin. Ano ba talaga?

Emil rests his head against his fist while he looks at her.


Nasanay na ‘kong iniiwan ako ng mga taong malapit sakin. Yung tatay ko sumama sa ibang babae at mas pinili yung anak nung babae niya kesa sakin. Yung nanay ko naman sinukuan agad ako. Ayun naghanap ng ibang makakasama. Nagkaron ng bagong anak at kinalimutan na ako. Kaya napunta ako sa tita ko, ta’s sa isa pang tita ulit, ta’s isa pa ulit; palipat-lipat. Di ko na nga alam kung ilang beses ako pinagpasa-pasahan. Ano bang meron sakin? Bakit walang gustong pumili sakin? Yung una ko naman naging partner, nalaman kong gusto niya magkaron ng ibang partner. Di nagtagal, iniwan nya na din ako. Tapos, unti-unti nang nagsilayuan ang mga tinuring kong mga kaibigan. Bata pa ako noon pero tandang-tanda ko ang lahat. Yun yung pinaka-ayaw ko sa lahat… Ang hindi ako ang inuuna. Ang hindi ako ang pinipili.


Ah. Hindi mo kakayanin kung may panibagong mang-iwan na naman sayo kaya ikaw na mismo ang lumalayo?




Pero anong nangyari sa una mong partner bago ako?

Emil stares straight into her eyes.


Namatay siya.

SILENCE follows. Agatha awkwardly laughs trying to lighten the atmosphere of their sudden serious conversation. She playfully slaps his arm.


Wag ka mag-alala. Ako, di ako mawawala. Hanggat wala sating nababalian ng paa, magiging partner mo ko nang pangmatagalan. Oo, pramis. Pangmatagalan.

She gives him an assuring smile.


Magsasayaw tayong dalawa hanggang sa manghina na ang mga tuhod natin dahil sa katandaan.


Talaga? Papanindigan mo ba yan?


The girl finally decides to open the door and enters inside, her face still not being revealed. She finds Emil all alone. The instrumental is still playing in the background. Agatha wasn’t there in the first place. Her image was just Emil’s imagination.

The girl takes a few steps towards him.


The room is dark and quiet. All lights are off but a few windows are open. Agatha (17) and Emil (18) is seen lying next to each other on the floor, sharing earphones. Their figures are barely seen as the moonlight shining through the windows is the only source of light. Agatha’s eyes are closed while Emil gazes at her solemn face. He shifts his body to the side so he is completely facing her and continues to watch her. He beams at her.


Emil is still unaware of the presence of the girl. He wraps his arms around the air as if he’s holding somebody. He briefly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens them and says:


Sayaw tayo, Agatha. Kahit sa huling pagkakataon.

And then he starts dancing a pas de deux, a dance for two, even though he’s all alone. The girl just watches him do all these. But then she feels a sudden PANG in her chest while watching him. Her expression cannot be seen as her hoodie is still covering her face. She falls into her knees as she tries to understand what’s happening to her while bearing the pain she feels as she clutches her hand to her chest.


The pool area is already closed but Agatha (19) and Nathan (21) found their way to sneak inside. The lights are off but the pool lights are still on. They are sitting next to each other with their feet submerged in the water. They are both wearing training clothes. Agatha’s head is resting on Nathan’s shoulder while he speaks.


Alam mo bang may namatay na dito noon?


Di nga? Gawa-gawa mo lang siguro yan e.


Totoo nga. Dito sa pool na to. 12 years ago ata yun nung may nalunod na bata dito. Sabi nila aksidente lang daw.


E ba’t ganyan tono ng boses mo? Parang di ka naniniwala sa kwento mo. Di ka ba naniniwala na aksidente lang yun?


Di ko din alam. Iba kasi ang kwentu-kwento noon sa swimming team. May nakakakita daw na isang batang lalake ang tumulak sa batang babae na namatay dun sa pool. Pero kinabukasan hindi na pumasok yung nakakita. Di na nalaman kung totoo yung kwento o hindi.

Nathan caresses Agatha’s hand then intertwines it with his then puts them on his lap.


Sino naman yung batang lalakeng yun? Taga-dito din ba siya?

Before Nathan could reply, Emil enters the scene.


Kanina pa kita hinahanap. Nandito ka lang pala.


The girl continues clutching to her chest with her knees on the floor, while Emil continues dancing, still unaware of her. After a while, her face is finally revealed.

The girl in hoodie is Agatha. Her eyes widen in surprise as she starts to remember everything. Tears start falling down her cheeks. The pain in her chest starts to hurt even more.


Naaalala ko na.


The scene in the pool area continues. Both Agatha and Nathan turns their head to the back upon hearing Emil’s voice.

Emil doesn’t show any expression but his eyes dart to Nathan, not keeping his eyes off him. He mockingly stares at him in a subtle way.

Tension starts to build up but the silence is disturbed by the ringing of Nathan’s phone. Nathan fumbles for his phone inside his pocket. He hesitates to answer it but Agatha nods in assurance. He gives Emil a look then excuses himself. Agatha proceeds to take her feet off the water and wipes them with a towel.

While putting her shoes on, Emil sits beside her.


Kanina pa kita hinahanap. Pinuntahan kita sa girl’s dormitory pero wala ka. Ba’t mo ba kasama yung lalakeng yun?


Wala lang. Gusto ko lang makita si Nathan.


At kailangan niyo pa talaga tumakas para lang magkita dito? Bakit? Kayo na ba?

Agatha sneers, still looking away from him. But before she could reply, Nathan goes back, interrupting her.


Okay ka lang ba dito? Aalis muna ako saglit. Kailangan ko lang puntahan kapatid ko sa girls’ dorm. Babalik din ako.


(Smiles) Okay lang ako. Mag-uusap lang muna kami ni Emil.

Nathan exits. Agatha and Emil continues their conversation in the bleachers.


Ano naman kung kami na?


Mahal mo pa ‘ko di ba? Akala ko ba mahal mo ko?


Pagod na ko, Emil. Tagal ko nang nagmamahal sayo pero hindi mo naman nababalik. Ayoko nang maghintay sa hindi sigurado. Maybe it’s time to give my heart to someone who loves me back. At si Nathan yun, Emil.

Emil clenches his fists to his sides then aggressively stands up and goes straight to Agatha. He immediately wraps his hand around her neck tightly, trying to choke her. He looks at her furiously. Shock and fear is seen in Agatha’s face. She helplessly tries to remove his hand. To add more pain, he drags her by the neck near the pool.


(Grins) Siya na ngayon mahal mo, ha? Akala ko ba ako? Ako pa rin dapat e. Ito na o, mahal na kita. Ba’t di mo naman ako hinintay?


(While trying to grasp for air) Hindi… mo ko mahal… Hindi mo… ‘ko minahal…

Tears start to pool Agatha’s eyes. But Emil looks at her mercilessly and wraps his hand around her neck tighter. Agatha eventually falls into her knees, looking more agonized and helpless as she finds it harder to breathe.


Gusto ko, ang inuuna. Gusto ko, ako ang pinipili. Pare-pareho lang kayo. Sige! Iwan niyo na kong lahat. Magsama-sama kayo.

Emil chokes her harder, images of a young girl (7) (who was his first dance partner) being choked by his the 8-year old Emil shows up in Agatha’s face from time to time, until she’s almost not breathing anymore and then he throws her into the pool. She tries to fight for her life. But shortly after being thrown, she becomes too weak to try harder to fight for her life. So she just lets herself drown.

Emil just coldly watches her body become lifeless. No sense of guilt or remorse in his face.


Agatha remembers everything now. She takes a few steps closer to Emil. She wants to ask him, shout at him, and curse at him but she can’t. He can’t see her. So she just stands there as her eyes follow him as he continues dancing until he trips and falls, ending up sprawled in the floor. Agatha looks at him with wrath which eventually melts into pity then desperation.

He doesn’t move and just stares at the ceiling. He starts laughing, loud enough to echo in the hallway, until his voice faints. He gives no expression as he stares into nothingness but a tear escapes his eye.


(Mumbling) Gusto ko, ako naman inuuna. Gusto ko, ako naman pinipili. Yun lang naman e.

He repeats this over and over again until his voice fades and the screen also starts to fade to BLACK.

Only Nathan’s voice screaming Agatha’s name in grief is heard in the background.

NATHAN (v.o)


The sound of sirens is heard next, then a slam of a door being forcefully opened.



Tell the untold

Write without inhibitions. Just write no matter how bad or cliche or cheesy it gets. Just write. Let the pen serve its purpose. Let the keyboard feel your fingertips. Open the jar. Unlock the cage. Let the water flow. Let the birds escape. Let your ideas be free. Never suppress again whatever you want to write. Forget everything else but the stories that deserve to be told. Even those you think are not.

Days of sunshine

Right now my happiness overflows that I feel like it’s already seeping through my skin like sweat. I love this feeling. I love, love, feeling positive emotions. But it’s also scary. Extreme happiness is somewhat unreal to me that when I do feel it, I get anxious in anticipation of the coming of an unpleasant happening. It’s like enjoying a sunny/cloudy day but you know the heavy, dark clouds are just waiting to spread across the sky, then comes the downpour of rain. But right now, I honestly don’t want to think of anything else. I just want to savour this happiness. If it shall rain the next day, let it. It will pass. The important thing is that prior to the rainy days, I’ve truly enjoyed the sunshine instead of worrying over the coming the rain. 


“Please, don’t let him see you. Stay behind. Or better, go somewhere else for the meantime.” “Sure. Anything for you, sweetheart. You will not see even a tiny part of my shadow. I promise,” is what I’d always say whenever you’d ask me to stay behind. And by your definition of behind, it means a hundred or thousand steps away from you. Of I course I should; so he’ll never see me, so he’ll never know that I exist, so he’ll never get the idea of what we have (is there even a “we”? An “us”? That I’m not sure of), so he’ll never notice anything suspicious in the way I lovingly stare at you while your eyes are fixed at him as if you are still deeply in love. And like what I always do, I’ll blend in with the crowd and pretend to be a stranger meant to be passed by and forgotten. Someone you never knew about. Someone whose existence doesn’t have anything to do with you. And to ease the pain in my heart a little, I would convince myself that the way you drown in his eyes, the way you whole heartedly laugh at everything he says, the way you bury your head on the crook of his neck and all the lovesick things you do all meant nothing for everything is just a show in this circus. A circus full of lies and deception.