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Yes. There are more laughs to come before the intended heartbreak. *giggles*

😂 That jar has kimchi. He's going to bury it and wait 60 days for the kimchi to ferment.

Hahaha. NIpa hut by the sea 😂 I should've named the story after that. And as for the Lechon, I'm also craving it with beer with that sweet brown sauce. *drools* Next week's episode is one of my faves. I hope you get a good laugh out of that.

Thank you. And yes, Albert will be staying in that Nipa Hut for the longest time. Hoping he gets air conditioning at least.

I tasted Red Horse on my holiday to the Philippines and I'd have to say that it was fairly strong. Around 6 bottles and I was already slurring my speech. 😄

CHAPTER 3: HOLIDAY The workers have finished setting up the 40x40 pole tent in the middle of the square. In the centre was a long table covered with banana leaves that served as the table’s mantle. The kitchen staff placed the bed of rice at a particular angle. "No, no, no. You’ve got to slant the bed of rice towards the guest, not away from them," said Ryan to one of his newer staff members. He looked clean in his chef’s uniform and sounded strict as he made sure the food presentatio

CHAPTER 2: ISLAND IN THE SUN "Hi guys! It’s Candy’s vlogs. We’re back in Palawan to bring you an exclusive tour not known by many. The tea is, they cater this trip to celebrities and the wealthy. We’re here at Limangpulo island as part of the H.M.S. Tour’s exclusive ten-day island adventure trip. Yaass! So, let me tell you what we’ve been up to guys. We were first picked up by a private plane and were jetted to our own yacht for five days... Jeff. Jeff? JEFFREY! You’ve got to capture the l

PROLOGUE The number of times I’ve said fuck you and no one answered back, I was just hoping a voice would say fuck you too and throw me the same rock I’ve thrown at the ocean countless of times. The silence can get numbing, crazy even. Despite that, I was there, sitting, half-drunk, slightly tipsy, holding the tip of my San Mig Light on the side of the beach where no one wandered, and asked the waters if it could grant me a wish. A prayer to bring me, someone, something I could hold on to

This is the new version for those who are interested in reading.

CHAPTER 1: MISREAD The bloom of light danced around the tip of my hat. A straw hat made of rye; it seemed fashionable. It was a gift from a friend whom I had met on one of my birthday trips. I was in St. Barts with a bunch of friends and family, sailing on a yacht for two weeks. I don’t remember who told me, but whoever it was said that wearing a hat this size would be preferable under the sun. Makes sense? Maybe. Although it would be more of a nuisance with how big it was. But that kind o

Steadfast in chasing his only lead, Alice’s provided location brought Devan Black to a small dingy karaoke resto-bar situated in the far-flung corner of the Melitopol District, with an illegal gambling rig and a cyber club in the basement, owned by a foul-mouthed three-eyed geriatric Bitlack they called, Cyclops. Arriving at the venue, he gazed up at the kaleidoscopic neon sign of a flag burning in rose-coloured flames with the text ‘The Lethos Bar’ in all caps hanging centred above the ma

HAHAHA. This is a space opera after all, so expect some twists and 360' degree backflips at some point. The Agency is inherently good. Not sure about the people working inside it. I guess we'll have to see about that along the way. Thanks yousss. I try to avoid one dimensional characters. It's boring to read and unrealistic. I'm always hoping my neighbour was the secret love child of a European monarch and is moonlighting as a male stripper, even at the age of 60. You gotta expect there'd be layers to some people. Colourful or bland layers. I guess that's where the mature part of the story seems to apply--not everything is what it seems. Yeah. I haven't written in 2 weeks (I'm busy finishing this korean drama. Haha). After writing this chapter, which took me over a month to polish this shiznit, my brain got fried. I pwamis to write this week.

Also, I don't know why, but I imagine this song playing at my non-existent wedding. I'd have to change the lyrics to a 'He' though, or an 'IT".

I'm in my Indie alternative pop moments right now.

I guess the flesh and blood from Castle's timeline were the original ones. And the ones from the future are the idealisations (replica). Although if you think about it, wouldn't you be pissed, as the replica, if your entire life and existence was based on someone's memory and past interaction with someone who's already dead? I'd be pretty annoyed, or angry. Ahihihihi. As for their descendants, I have already introduced you to one. You gotta Where's Waldo the said descendant at this point, because that plot is way into the ACT II 😂. If I could digisight the scenario in my head for you to see, I'd do it. But writing it is cheaper than making a movie out of the things I'm seeing in this dumb head of mine. I also love your line of thinking. It inspires me to write Chapter 14, cause, er, I haven't touched it for almost a month now. Haha.

Before the strike of midnight, Devan Black was deep-dived inside his digistruct decoding some renders of holo-mail recordings in his usual spot inside Castle’s room, vigorously swiping to trace the IP source point. Anti-tracing digital codes were in serious chase before the encoded digiscript details of the sender’s identity could be unlocked. Passing up time before heading out to tonight’s itinerary, he was inside a hacking simulation as part of The Watcher’s training module he'd asked Aga

I killed my father five hundred years ago. I swear to your god, I’m not a cold-blooded murderer. Well, it certainly is debatable. But trust me when I say that what happened was assisted suicide. It couldn’t be helped; my father was Dracula. He’d been looming over my mother’s death for centuries, and I, for one, had only so much of an ear to listen to his prattle without going nuts in that labyrinthine, dreary castle he’d built for posterity’s sake. One day, I told my father, "Why don’t I ju

Love will lead you back Someday I just know that Love will lead you back to my arms Where you belong I'm sure, sure as stars are shining One day you will find me again, it won't be long One of these days our love will lead you back I'm having an 80s music moment, so forgive me.

Makes you think they'd be good partners in crime and justice. 🤔

And now...their story finally begins. 🥰 RIP Lavandula. You will be missed.

“So this bastard’s been cheating?” Castle’s face hardened. “How dare he cheat on Leonardo? He can’t do that to his husband! Hey er, miss? Why can’t I go to the next page? I need to know what happens next…” “Agent one-triple nine, please open your mouth and swallow the nanograin pill so we may proceed with your physical wellness assessment,” said the A.I. medical assistant, struggling to get Castle’s eyes away from the digipad. That morning, Mark Castle had just received his first pie

He's already overpowered as it is 😂. Although with the last fight scene I had in-stored for him, in the, er, last few chapters, he'll probably have a new set of powers cause (insert spoiler). But I'm still giving him the power of sexytime. He's had blue balls for a thousand years. I gotta give him the chance to nut with grace.

He'll be getting the power of consideration, and the power of friendship. YAY!😆 Also, I'll be giving him the power to realistically strip Black naked inside his head, thus, giving him the POWER of, wait for it, THE POWER of IMAGINATION! Double YAY!

You could say that he felt betrayed, so he'd decided not to marry him. We won't know if he still has feelings for him, whether those might be, in a romantic or platonic setting (unless the bitchy author says so). However, I don't think anyone would want to see their exes murdered in front of them. Your ex/es were a part of your life, and at some point, was in your life and vice versa. So regardless of whether you still feel something for an ex, either it be in the form of concern or a mild afterthought, unless your ex was a pretty shitty human being, you'd shed a tear or two knowing they're gone in this world. And I guess, Black when he'd seen Jacob with a hole in his stomach dead on the ground, prompted that reaction. Ohh. Next next chapter will address Alice's mystery. It was a fairly hard chapter to write. But I had to write it to give Castle the real backstory he deserves. I have a thing for Black suddenly having electric powers. It's truly going to be complementary once they're in Proxima when they interact with beings who can control their worldly elements. Having electricity would at least give him an edge. I'm not sure if this is a spoiler. Haha.

Yes, it leads to: The Cleansing, plot line. (ACT I) Proxima, plot line. (ACT II) The Elite10, plot line. (Somewhere in the unknown universe) Which is something I'll add to the story far into the future. I don't think I will include their storyline in ACT I, II and III. But it's definitely something I've thought about. Who am I kidding? It's already stressful to write past ACT I, let alone get past ACT IV. 😂 EDIT: I'm wondering if you're asking how he missed the point of not asking Alice to look for whereabouts of the holo-mail sender? How he missed the connection—that sort of thing?