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jillaxkalangg · 6 years

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my three days bulleted kwento

april 11

we had baccalaureate mass and first and last rehearsal for graduation

nakakairita kasi ang init, ang gulo, ang tagal at nakakagutom ang halos 8 hours naming pag-stay sa coli.

around 3pm nagpunta kami sa bahay ng friend ko para magtapsi at diretso bsu na ako kasi manonood rsdi.

iv of spades live sa bsu nung around 5pm, gago ang wild ng mga fans. nag-amoy mandirigma ako kasi siningit ako ni ate sa unahan para makita ko ng malapitan sina zild, badjao at blaster. ang kinis ni zild hanep gago, galing nila mag-perform. AHHH KINIKILIG AKO KAPAG NARIRINIG KO KANTA NILA HMP pero miss ko si unique huhu

7pm natapos yung performance nila, nagstay ako kasama ng ssc pips kasi iniintay ko kapatid ko para sabay na kami umuwi.

11pm na ko nakauwi kasi kumain ++ kwentuhan with them huy hahahahahahaha sobrang pagod ako wala na akong masabi.

april 12

4am gising na ako para maligo kasi 5am dumating na si jenna.

wala akong kwento, sa mismong grad kasi ang tagal pota 1299 students ang grumaduate. utas na ako bago pa matapos.

sad, grateful and happy at the same time, gago natapos ko na shs. ang saya. pero ang lungkot na matatapos na, magiiba iba na kami ng univs next sy and for sure madami makakalimot hahaha and im so grateful for the people who made me realise na hinding kagaguhan ang pag-pasok sa univ na ‘yon.

SO THIS IS THE REAL KWENTO, nagpunta kami sa sm kasi nga celeb for my graduation and then

GAGO NABANGGA KAMI KAHAPON, YES NABANGGA. di ko na ikkwento kung paano kami nabangga pero gago, yupi si brother john (name ng sasakyan namin). wAZAK ang right side backdoor (gets nyo na lang san part to basta likod ng shot gun seat. lakas ng impact samin kasi nasa likod kami parehas ng ate ko.

ang dami kong narealize, nagpunta kami sa police station. first time ko magpunta don at nakakatakot pumunta don sa loob, kita ko yung mga preso and i dont know why pero natatakot at naawa ako sa kanila, kita ko kasi na pinapadalhan sila ng food nung mga kamag-anak siguro nila. tapos sunod naman sa public hospital dito sa batangas, kita ko naman yung mga taong sinusugod dun at walang pera na pambayad sa mamahaling ospital. ahh, it made me realise that i should be thankful for what i have right now, na i-appreciate ko yung mga bagay na meron ako ngayon.

ayaw makipag-areglo ng nakabangga samin kasi foreigner sila at gigil na ako kasi mali sila haha pero chill lang kasi hindi naman ako pwede makisawsaw dun heller. so in the end, magfa-file kami ng case sa kanila.

nagpa-estimate kami ng sasakyan at gago, 86k ang magagastos kay brother john huhuhu kawawa ang baby ko.

7pm na kami kumain ng mama ko, walang lunch diretsong dinner na. nakaka-stress ang buhay hanep, sobrang pagod ko. nagpauli uli kami sa bayan na naka-make up ako at nakauniform plus heels pa ayaw ko na sa life.

sa sobrang pagod ko nagpost lang ako ng pictures at bagsak na ako sa kama zZz

april 13

bitin pa din tulog ko kasi may lakad na naman kami ngayon w friends.

nakakatamad magkwento pero nagvideoke lang kami.

ang saya nila kasama huhu miss ko na sila, sana magkaroon pa kami ng madaming lakads together, yung chismisan at videoke lang.

hindi ako pinagalitan kahit na ginabi ako ng uwi.

hindi pa tapos ang araw pero gusto ko na matulog, dami ko pang gawain ang hanggang tuesday hmp

ok dami ko na dada sa life ko hehe

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sinsof-ourfathers · 7 years

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Continued from X

@vilibertatis

Blaster fire streaked out from behind whatever cover was available, colored beams flying towards a target that she did not dare to take time to look for, to confirm what she already knew. There was no return fire, yet those same blaster bolts returned in rapid succession, leaving burn marks on the walls and the shipping crates that dotted the base’s storage room - when they didn’t instead collide with the rebel soldiers who had fired them. It was a technique she had seen used by Jedi many times… but that was not the case now.

Their numbers were dwindling, and he hadn’t even reached them yet.

A series of metallic clacks rose above the sounds of the fighting and the pounding of her own heartbeat; and her attention was drawn to the other woman who had ducked behind the same cover as her. Sano had seen her before, though their meetings had been few. She was new to the Rebellion, a young woman from Lothal who had struck out against the Empire in protest of her homeworld’s treatment… and she was currently fumbling with her weapon, hands that were skilled in training having been shaken by the suddenness of unexpected combat. She wasn’t ready for the battlefield, but it had come to her.

Quickly, but carefully, Sano placed a hand firmly on the younger rebel’s shoulder, stopping her from standing up to fire over the crate. “No,” her voice was just loud enough to be heard, but her urgency was carried within it. “You need to get to the hangar, the first shuttle won’t be able to wait much longer. Go.” She could see the other’s hesitation, and so she gestured to the next safe cover before a protest could be made.

“I’ll be right behind you in a minute. Just go.”

With that, she swung her own blaster up over the crate and fired a single shot, blindly aiming high in order not to risk hitting the wrong target. It didn’t do much in the way of aiding the defense of the base, but it was enough of a signal to send the recruit sprinting in the right direction. Good. She could only hope that she had enough of a head start.

She was back up again within moments, this time taking the time needed to register what was going on. The black-masked figure, who’s presence alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of many, was very rapidly gaining ground. Her own hand shook on the grip of her weapon, but not for the same reason that most would. Most only knew him as Darth Vader, the face of the Emipre’s military force, second to the Emperor himself. She knew so much more.

Her finger tightened upon the trigger of her weapon, firing a blast that, again, went wide. She wasn’t the most skilled markswoman in the Rebellion, but she was normally able to hit her mark - it was primarily with him that her aim was thrown off in such a way. She had to stop him, she needed to… but something within her knew that she couldn’t kill him. Not even couldn’t, but couldn’t force herself to make the attempt. Her attacks were not entirely feigned, but still they were little more than a distraction that she could only hope would help her comrades in someway.

Even as that was the case, they were all running out of time; if any move was to be made, it would have to be soon. They had done their best to hold him off, but there was not much more that could be done. A full retreat was being made to the shuttles now, those who remained were trying to buy time… a purchase made, often, at too great a price.

She could make a stand and reveal herself - surely her true identity would give the Sith Lord some pause - but how much worse could things become if she did? It could be a dangerous gamble, and one that she was not sure if she was prepared to take.

It was a split-second decision as to her next move. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another soldier begin to fall back towards the hangar, and there was her chance. Gripping her blaster, she broke from her own cover at a run, trying to make it out of the corridor and through to the readied shuttle beyond.

Trying… too late.

She had underestimated his speed, or perhaps overestimated her own. She had only made a few strides before something stopped her. An invisible hand seemed to tighten around her, holding her in place, then pulling her sharply back. Back to him.

The sensation of a pulsating red beam of hard light being passed through her midsection was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and even her cry of pain came out choked by the shock of it. Burning heat, a sharp pain that dulled at at alarming rate as the blade remained in place. The sound of Vader’s respirator echoed in her ears, drowning out everything but the sickening hum of the Lightsaber.

And just as quickly as she had been pulled to him, she was cast aside, the crimson blade withdrawing as abruptly as it had come as she fell to the hard floor. The encounter between them had only spanned a moment. She gasped for air that did not seem to want to come, still alert enough to register the edge of his cape trailing over her as he continued forward without so much as a glance back at her.

Having stabbed her in the back, he had not once had a clear view of her face.

It couldn’t end like this.

Her left hand pressed, pointlessly it seemed, over the front of the wound the Sith’s weapon had left, while she fought to gather strength for what she was about to do. With as much force and volume she could manage, she choked out a single word; a single word that she hoped he would be able to hear, hoped would be enough to make him stop.

“A- anak- … Ani…”

Please, come back to me…

The towering phantom horror froze at the sound, burnished helm tilting, almost as if to hear better. The figure swung about, dark cloak billowing out like the wings of some carrion bird descending on its next meal, crimson blade buzzing dully in the air. Only the figure’s breathing was louder.

“How do you know that name, woman?” His vision was still too clouded by battle rage to recognize her face, only knowing that she had uttered that wretched, forbidden name. He reached out, dragging the woman roughly to her feet, and finding her very light in the process. Almost as if she were not there at all.

It was in pulling this woman closer, her features resolving in the red glare of his filtered vision, that the second and greater shock came to him. For he found that he knew this face. A woman who should have been dead by all accounts. His master had told him she was dead. But at the same time he could not find it in himself to even be surprised at this revelation. He slowly lowered the woman to the ground, considering his options. He did not wish for her death. No not when he had sacrificed so much to save her, yet despite this, he still felt such a deep anger at this deception, and this led to great conflict within him.

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vilibertatis-blog · 7 years

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🔪 {{Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngst}}

@sinsof-ourfathers | stabbing meme | (*quiet pterodactyl screech in the distance*)

Blaster fire streaked out from behind whatever cover was available, colored beams flying towards a target that she did not dare to take time to look for, to confirm what she already knew. There was no return fire, yet those same blaster bolts returned in rapid succession, leaving burn marks on the walls and the shipping crates that dotted the base's storage room - when they didn't instead collide with the rebel soldiers who had fired them. It was a technique she had seen used by Jedi many times... but that was not the case now.

Their numbers were dwindling, and he hadn't even reached them yet.

A series of metallic clacks rose above the sounds of the fighting and the pounding of her own heartbeat; and her attention was drawn to the other woman who had ducked behind the same cover as her. Sano had seen her before, though their meetings had been few. She was new to the Rebellion, a young woman from Lothal who had struck out against the Empire in protest of her homeworld's treatment... and she was currently fumbling with her weapon, hands that were skilled in training having been shaken by the suddenness of unexpected combat. She wasn't ready for the battlefield, but it had come to her.

Quickly, but carefully, Sano placed a hand firmly on the younger rebel's shoulder, stopping her from standing up to fire over the crate. “No,” her voice was just loud enough to be heard, but her urgency was carried within it. “You need to get to the hangar, the first shuttle won't be able to wait much longer. Go.” She could see the other's hesitation, and so she gestured to the next safe cover before a protest could be made.

“I'll be right behind you in a minute. Just go.”

With that, she swung her own blaster up over the crate and fired a single shot, blindly aiming high in order not to risk hitting the wrong target. It didn't do much in the way of aiding the defense of the base, but it was enough of a signal to send the recruit sprinting in the right direction. Good. She could only hope that she had enough of a head start.

She was back up again within moments, this time taking the time needed to register what was going on. The black-masked figure, who's presence alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of many, was very rapidly gaining ground. Her own hand shook on the grip of her weapon, but not for the same reason that most would. Most only knew him as Darth Vader, the face of the Emipre's military force, second to the Emperor himself. She knew so much more.

Her finger tightened upon the trigger of her weapon, firing a blast that, again, went wide. She wasn't the most skilled markswoman in the Rebellion, but she was normally able to hit her mark - it was primarily with him that her aim was thrown off in such a way. She had to stop him, she needed to... but something within her knew that she couldn't kill him. Not even couldn't, but couldn't force herself to make the attempt. Her attacks were not entirely feigned, but still they were little more than a distraction that she could only hope would help her comrades in some way.

Trying... too late.

The sensation of a pulsating red beam of hard light being passed through her midsection was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and even her cry of pain came out choked by the shock of it. Burning heat, a sharp pain that dulled at at alarming rate as the blade remained in place. The sound of Vader's respirator echoed in her ears, drowning out everything but the sickening hum of the Lightsaber.

Having stabbed her in the back, he had not once had a clear view of her face.

It couldn't end like this.

Her left hand pressed, pointlessly it seemed, over the front of the wound the Sith's weapon had left, while she fought to gather strength for what she was about to do. With as much force and volume she could manage, she choked out a single word; a single word that she hoped he would be able to hear, hoped would be enough to make him stop.

“A- anak- ... Ani...”

Please, come back to me...

#sinsofourfathers #stabbing tw #((AAAAHHHH))#((Yet again I get carried away in setting the scene BEFORE the thing happens))#((I hope you enjoy your 1k angst fest))#((Any continuation can DEFINITELY be shorter))#((and I have many ideas for that tbh))#v; chasing ghosts

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