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4. playing with each other's fingers; Abel x Sadie (F!MC) ft. Lincoln Aquino
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"Wallet?"
Abel pats his side pocket. "Check."
"Keys?"
"Check," he says, dangling his car keys on his index finger.
"Phone?"
"In your bag with yours. I think we're set, Dee."
Sadie chews on her bottom lip. "You sure? I feel like we're forgetting something," she mumbles, not looking at him. Instead she's scanning their hotel room, searching for an item unknown to her, but somehow is essential. Her fingers absentmindedly toy with the charm hanging around her neck.
Lost in thought, she's unaware of the tender gaze Abel sends her way. A sudden warmth enveloping her hand startles her back to reality. Soft to the touch, Abel's hold is steady. It never fails to surprise her how the simplest gesture from him makes her heart soar.
A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as he soothes her further by running his thumb over her knuckles, then along each of her fingers. She joins in, tracing nonsensical patterns over his scars before eventually intertwining their fingers together. "We have everything, I promise." He squeezes her hand in reassurance.
"You're right," she exhales, releasing the last bit of tension from her body.
"I'm always right," he grins, bringing her hand to his lips. "Now come on, I'm starving." She yelps as he eagerly pulls her out the door, nearly tripping over her feet.
"Slow down! My legs are a lot shorter than yours," she giggles.
"This restaurant has ube crème brulee and buko pandan, babe. We're running."
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One sprint out of the hotel lobby and a fifteen minute drive later, she and Abel stood by the entrance of Nina's, the best Filipino family-owned restaurant in Las Vegas, according to Lincoln. "Do you see him?"
Abel squints, then shakes his head. "No, he must still be-" his words die off as the familiar sound of a motorcycle roars through parking the lot. "Nevermind, I found him."
"So did I," she chuckles.
Lincoln parks his bike and jogs over to them both. "Hey, sorry I'm late. My last tattoo session ran long."
"No worries! It's good to see you again, Lincoln," Sadie smiles, bringing him into a friendly hug.
""Nice seeing you, too." He hugs her back, greeting Abel over her shoulder. "Sup, Flint."
"Nope. None of that. I'm coming in too," he states, swooping in to bear hug the both of them.
"Dude, you're crushing me."
"You get used to it," Sadie says, her words muffled into his chest.
"I don't want to get used to it. I want to breathe," he protests half-heartedly. Laughing, Abel gives them one final squeeze, then releases them both. Lincoln makes a show of rubbing his shoulder, but is otherwise unbothered. "C'mon, let's head inside. I'm not trying to see hangry Abel tonight."
"I don't get-"
"You do," Sadie and Lincoln cut him off in unison. They both snicker as Abel gapes at them.
"Dee, you're supposed to be on my side!"
"I'm always on your side, baby. But... you did almost knock over a bellboy on our way here."
Lincoln snorts. "He did?"
"The operative word in that sentence is almost," Abel grumbles, defending himself.
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it’s astounding how cunty Ursula is, like Pat Carroll walked into that recording booth every day and she, Ruben A. Aquino and Howard Ashman simply agreed ‘this Disney cartoon sea witch must. Serve. Cunt.’ and I think that’s beautiful.
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USANA Teams Up with Gilas Pilipinas Women for Health and Wellness Journey
Official partnership contract signing between USANA Philippines and the Gilas Pilipinas Women’s Basketball Team: Gilas Pilipinas Women Team Members joined by (front row, 1st from left) Mr. Michael Lim, Manager, Gilas Pilipinas Women, (5th from left) Ms. Cherry Ampig, General Manager, USANA Philippines, (6th from left) Mr. Pat Aquino, Head Coach, Gilas Pilipinas Women, (9th from left) Ms. Julie…
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After SEA Games, work cut out for Gilas men, women
Coach Pat Aquino (left) and the Gilas Pilipinas women are staying positive after a silver finish in the SEA Games. —CONTRIBUTED PHOTO/Ariya Kurniawan
The Philippines saw its two-edition rule in the Southeast Asian (SEA) Games women’s basketball competition come to an end last Sunday.
But while national coach Pat Aquino was grateful and proud that his charges managed to salvage a silver medal, he…
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Okay. Let's move carefully.
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When We Rise (2017)
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A Christmas Wish - Prologue
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Filipino!Reader
A/N: First off, thank you so so much anon for requesting this! I’m sorry that I didn’t get to this sooner! This oneshot will be multiple parts as well, as there’s so much to the Filipino culture that I’d love to take time to uncover, and I just think one part will not suffice. My culture is something I hold deep in my heart being a Filipino American, so I hope that you all feel the same love and joy I feel when surrounding myself into this wonderful culture. Anon, I hope this brings you joy and that this request fulfills your wishes! Happy reading, lovelies!
Request: hi! i know it’s a bit late but can I please request a filipino! reader spending the holidays in the philippines with steve rogers? thank you! I hope you decide to do this!
“Thank you for flying Philippine Airlines, the heart of the Filipino,” the flight attendant says into the intercom, finishing her speech before she takes her seat. You squealed and fastened your seatbelt as well as adjusting your business class seat, thanks to your wonderful boyfriend. You looked over at him with pure excitement.
“You know, when you said you had a big gift for me for the holidays, I didn’t think it would be a planned trip to the Philippines!” you exclaimed with a giggle, making Steve smile and peck your lips before holding your hand. I knew my best girl misses her family back at home. The team helped me arrange this for us. I’m glad you’re excited.” You smile even more. “It’s perfect Steve. Thank you. Hayyyy, if only my parents and brother can be able to experience this with us. They’d love to see the relatives as much as I do.” However, your wishful thinking came to a halt as the plane’s tires met the ground, indicating that your flight landed safely. You giggled and clapped along with the small kids, lolos (grandpas), and lolas (grandmas) when the plane started to slow down and park itself, leaving Steve confused as he slowly followed suit.
After you went through customs and obtained all the luggage for your month-long stay, it didn’t take long for Steve to notice that this was so so much different from Brooklyn, or the United States in general. The humidity already caught him off guard despite the various times you’ve warned about the heat. But, there were more important things coming at you very very soon.
The minute you two walked to the sliding doors into the humid weather, you were greeted by a huge crowd of people. “Huy! Andito na s’ya! Dali! Dali, andito na!” (Hey! She’s here! Hurry! Hurry! She’s here!) You heard someone exclaim before the huge crowd made its way towards you. With a wide smile you squeal and hug each of your family, exchanging short conversations before moving to the next family member. “That’s her family” Steve concluded with shock, watching the exchanges in awe quietly, away from the bunch. “NANAY! TATAY! (Mom! Dad!)” You gasp in surprise, the tears you tried so hard to hold in finally were let out, as your parents embrace you tightly, your older brother joining the long awaited reunion.
“Oh, anak. We’ve missed you! Ang ganda mo rin, nako, Daddy, matanda na tayo!” (You’re so beautiful too, goodness, Daddy, we are old now!) You mom says proudly, taking a step back alongside your father as they look at you with pride. “Nako, Mommy wag mo magsabi yun, matagal lang hindi tayo nagkita!” (Goodness, mommy don’t say that, we just haven’t seen each other in a while!) You respond back, wiping your tears away and smiling. “But.. how did you know I was coming?” “Your boyfriend, anak. Hah, kaya nga pala hanggang tenga ang ngiti mo!” (No wonder you’re smiling from ear to ear) Your dad teases as a smirk grows on his face, but your eyes widened as you remembered.
“Steve!” you exclaimed as you made your way to him, holding his hand and quickly pulling him towards where your parents and kuya is, a nervous smile now on your face. “Ma, Pa, Kuya, ito si Steve. Boyfriend ko po.” (This is Steve. My boyfriend.) You say a bit nervously, clutching onto his hand. Steve smiled shyly, politely extending his hand to shake your brother’s hand. Right after, he gently took your mom’s hand and brought it to his forehead, doing the same with your dad’s, leaving your family pleasantly surprised. “I am Steve. Steve Rogers. It’s nice to meet you in the flesh. Ummm… thank you for being able to come. I’m sorry if it was last minute.” Steve says shyly and nervously as he holds your hand again, not sure whether his hands were sweating from the humidity or the nervousness. Your mom couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, anak. You even taught him how to bless! Hello, Steve. Thank you for letting us tag along with you two. We got a little lonely in LA when our daughter flew out to New York,” she teases with a laugh. “I see you were so kind to shoot us a call to come here. What kind of guy like you is doing with my daughter?” Your dad butts in, eyebrows raised as he inspects Steve up and down.
“I just wanna give Y/N the love she deserves, sir,” Steve responds, earning a big smile from your dad before he pats Steve on the back. “Very good, very good. Then she picked well.” He nods in approval before a thumbs up. “Mommy, Daddy, tara na, alis na tayo. Para pwede na tayo magpahinga,” (Come on, let’s leave. So we can relax.) You say, motioning to your bags. “Hoy! Kami na, bebe, huwag ka magalala! Pasok lang kayo sa van!” (We can do it, bebe, don’t worry! You guys just go in the van!) One of your Titas exclaimed, helping you all load your stuff in the trunk. You laughed as you saw your cousins and Titas take a peek at your boyfriend. “Ang tangkad n’ya!” (he’s so tall!) “Gwapo n’ya!” (he’s handsome) “Bagay sila dalawa!” (They both are fit for each other!) Your Titas “whisper” to each other as they made their ways to either the van or the jeepney. You giggled as you buckled yourself up next to Steve, your parents and kuya joining you two as well, sighing when the AC meets your sweaty face. “To get to Lucena City, it’ll take about 4 hours. So we can just sit tight.” You say excitedly as Steve wraps an arm around you. “Good to know. Maybe you can catch me up on some of your culture while we get there.” Steve chuckles, earning a laugh from your parents. “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll help you with that.” Your mom giggles, the van now starting to make its way out of Ninoy Aquino International Airport.
Steve never experienced anything like this, but he was quite entertained at the immediate welcome as well as the loud and chaotic, yet jolly atmosphere your family gave off. He was stepping into another world. Your world. Your heritage. Sure, you were from LA then became a New Yorker, but deep down, you were Filipino, and Steve was excited to see the part of you that held the most valuable spot in your heart throughout this month.
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EL LATÍN VULGAR Y CULTO.
Latín vulgar es el lenguaje que usaban los vulgos o también conocidos como el
pueblo, este lenguaje se hablaba de forma distorsionada pero no se escribía de
esta forma. El talento culto era analítico y expresaba con rodeos, este latín tenia
acento intensivo olvidándose por completo del acento tónico, así mismo introdujo palabras indígenas y extranjeras al latín culto.
Latín culto era la lengua hablada por los literarios conforme a las leyes estilistas de la época y se escribía como tal. Se usaba para escribir y se hicieron aquellos textos que ahora son conocidos como “ clásicos" y era hablado por las personas con estatus altos, autores como Cicerón, Virgilio y Tácito, entre otros, dan fe de ello en distintas épocas de la antigüedad.
En épocas posteriores, Tomas de Aquino, Dante, Petrarc. Este latín culto, además de ser la lengua de la literatura en sentido estricto, fue la lengua en la que se transmitió todo el legado cultural romano: derecho, ciencia, lingüística, filosofía.
Las Lenguas romances son todas aquellas que tienen origen del latín vulgar, algunas lenguas romances están en peligro de extinción debido a la falta de la población que la habla, el carácter regional y etc.
Las lenguas más importantes son el francés, el italiano, el español y entre muchas otras. Como grupo, las lenguas romances comparten muchas características.
En general, las vocales son claras y acampanadas y la articulación enérgica y precisa, aunque el portugués y el rumano transmiten una impresión acústica más apagada.
Integrantes del equipo:
Daniela Monserrat Pasos Cruz 100%
Kelly Fernanda Pat Gonzáles 100%
Joasten de Jesús Perez Alvarado 100%
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Lost Parcel
Original story by Jessica Paola L. Arrogante
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Ninoy Aquino International Airport. Local time is 5:45 in the evening. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign.
On behalf of EgyptAir Nile Airline and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you onboard soon. Have a nice evening!”
City lights, traffic jams, the familiar breeze of the warm air invading my whole system as the adjustment of the environment is settling in, oh the smell of Manila just reminds me of all the possible unfavorable circumstances I have experienced. The dreadful case from my former school was the last worst case I could recall and it's traumatizing.
"Where should we go, ma'am?" that question from the uber driver snaps me to reality.
I have not told my siblings about my arrival since this won't take long and I have to go back to Cairo to accomplish my unfinished business.
"To the nearest hotel please", exhaustion was evident on my voice brought by a 12-hour trip from Egypt, jetlag they may say but it is an understatement, my mind has been corrupted these past few days and the only thing that could bear away this drained and drowsy I am feeling is to know the reason why I was sent here.
*buzz* *buzz* *buzz*
A text from Anne triggered the sleeping sirens within me, a piece of information about the case of my colleague, Patrick. Tomorrow morning would be the start of the investigation.
*ring* *ring*
"V., finally, I'm going home!" Patrick squealed in between sobs, I know he's been longing to go back home but I sense something off.
"Finally, when are you coming back" I added sarcasm and a bit giggle as I delivered that line. But I received nothing.
"Pat? Still there?" the line went shaky and then dropped off. After that suspicious call, I haven't heard a word from Patrick.
"V., you are the last person I know who can carry this thing out, you should get something out of your system, you've been stuck here for years trying to evade the reality by publishing your out-of-this-world stories and fantasizing them, get your act together, V.".
Of all people, why should it have to be me? To set foot in Santo Tomas? I can't even contain the ambiance of this ill-fated town, but here I am.
I lit up my cigar to lessen the indignation I feel observing the place I grew up with but something or should I say, someone is looking and I can feel he is coming in my direction.
"Hey, what's that thing in your head? It's freaking me out", with an innocent look from about seven-year-old typical stray kid wearing soiled sleeveless undershirt you could see in street roaming around looking for someplace to hang out with.
"A what?" with confusion in my tone I nudged obfuscated to what he was saying and when I felt nothing and was about to utter a word showing annoyance since I never had the experience dealing with children almost half of my life but the kid was gone.
I looked all over the place, into the plaza, into the market but the kid is nowhere to be seen, okay that's my last straw.
I don't know where I'm heading at but I just let my feet wander, and I ended up here, the place where my childhood memories built, the memories I did not intend to recall but it feels like they have their own ways of doing so, they are the like the waves in the ocean eagerly want to get in the shore.
"You know what, this oak tree was planted by a farmer. He passed away while waiting for this to grow up, as much as he was waiting for his first love to come back until he took his own life, he hung himself here and they believe that this place is hunted." I saw the horror on his face as he weaved his god-awful story, like who would believe such a rib-tickling tale, but I didn't want to spoil his story so I joined the ride.
"Why did he do that, why kill yourself over a petty thing--" but as I uttered those words a cold wind caress my left cheek from I-don't-know-where-it-come-from, and I heard small voices but not that clear.
"Phil, what were you saying? Make it louder, and why are you up there, get down here, it's dangerous you might get fall", it feels odd that Phil's voice was not that hoarse as far as I can remember, I’ve known Phil since time immemorial, he is my best buddy and I know every inch of him so it feels odd.
It's passed six and papa always reminds us to be home for various lost evil spirits are wandering around, and I can see him on my peripheral vision.
"Valentine! Come home!" there he goes again but the surrounding transformed into a different scenery, the wind was so strong that you could hear the river whistling, just a moment ago the atmosphere was fine. I can't see my father either. So, I ran as fast as I could, that I felt someone or some people, was the best description, were following me.
Soldiers? A bunch of armies? Army tanks? What in the world is happening?! I cannot distinguish what nationalities they were but based on their actions they appeared to declare war. A war that I only see in books and movies.
I can't find my father, for Pete's sake, can someone explain to me what the hell is happening?! I can't absorb the situation I am in.
It was as if everything went into slow motion. The rage of the soldiers was obvious on their faces, their hunger for freedom that led them to rebellion. Behind the soldiers were the katipuneros with their swords like what my teachers lectured us on our class, but isn't it contradicting? It was written in history that even Filipino soldiers were on the side of the colonizers, they were left with no choice but to obey and carry out what was ordered them to do even if it costs their lives or fight against their fellow countrymen.
"These were not written on history. The events you are witnessing are the real events that happened during the colonization period. Filipino soldiers tried their hardest and their might to fight against these greedy invaders" I could hardly digest this huge revelation, I even forgot that my father was waiting on the end of the river as I was reminded not to dawdle for you never know what will happen during your stay in this hunted place. But the hoarse voices I heard were not a hallucination.
A lot of questions kept popping on my mind; 'what is happening', 'where am I',
"Who are you" were the only words that came out of my mouth.
It took him a while before he responds, "A farmer who wanted freedom but failed to obtain due to despair and cowardice. I was one of them, I got tired fighting and conceded." He was a hero, but what happened?
"I was never a hero. If I tell you what happened before my death you would not like it, I do not want to rain on someone's parade. Ask your father, he was at the end of the battlefield, and if you want to know what happened during the war, the ball is on your court. And I want you to change what was written on the history, remember kid, a little learning is a dangerous thing."
"Valentine!" a clamor caught my attention.
"Valentine!" I looked over, the voice was familiar, and it was papa, in haste, catching his breath.
"Valentine, you must get out of here!" I cannot breathe, what I am seeing is too heavy to absorb and the sound of the tanks, screams of the fighters are unbearable that my heart cannot take it, and everything went black.
"Hey, are you alright?" I still feel dizzy like a bomb just exploded leaving debris I can't discern, I don't know what I should pick first.
"It was nice seeing you here, Valentine. This time I know you can make this through, rewrite the history" the kid behaved strangely, don't tell me---
"Yes, it's me, Valentine. How have you been? Patrick has been waiting on you on the riverbank."
"Patrick? He's dead! Who the hell are you?!" I burst into tears because I don't know what is happening, I felt lost and betrayed.
Papa died after the incident, he died due to cardiac arrest the doctor concluded, but I can clearly remember how this old man took the life of my father, he took his life in exchange of my freedom. And after the traumatic events, we decided to move out of this town and started a new life in Manila trying to remove the memories I had on this cursed town. I didn't know I would come back here and it felt like the memories returned as if it was just yesterday, but I will not give in whatever happens.
"V., if whatever happens, never go to the oak tree, the hunted oak tree, and the mysterious river, it's an illusion. Fight for your life at all costs, even if I'm not with you anymore. If someone offers you to do something strange, please decline it, even if they give you proofs that are uncanny, those things are insane, runaway and never come back, please V.," the serious tone of his voice sent shiver down to my spine, my father always pops in my dreams even if it's been years since he passed away but the fate took turns and I made it here.
"V.! Why are you here?!" I can hear Patrick's voice but my mind is too preoccupied thinking of ways how to get out of here, but he grabbed my arm and made me look into his eyes as he narrates things that could fill in the missing puzzles I longed for years.
"V., you should not be here, I was fooled by the old man, V., when my family moved here in Santo Tomas, I had the same experience as what you had, my father was also taken by evil spirits, lunatic katipuneros who went crazy due to oppression of the colonizers, they were depressed because they lost their loved ones while fighting, so they want other people to fight for them, even it's been years and years they cannot accept the fact that they lost. I went back here because they kept asking on my dreams to rewrite the history, that the Philippines won, if not, they will take my family's life and even yours. V., we've sacrificed our lives please do not let this be thrown. Get your shit out of here, leave, now!" the echo of Patrick's voice was the last thing I heard before my feet led the way out of the area even if I heard the old man's voice pleading.
After what happened, no one ever steps on that place again. I went back to Cairo, together with my family. Patrick once visited me on my dreams, he said I did the right thing, he was beyond happy because I was able to face the fear I clinched for so many years.
Peace sometimes would cost an arm and a leg, you have to earn to get it even if it takes your whole being. Being courageous enough to handle your fears is one step ahead in achieving peace, you cannot truly find yourself if you keep hiding in a box full of false memories and the idea of evading them would not satisfy the longing you have to things you once had. I had an excellent life but I was afraid to have it back so I shifted my path, I chose the road where many people traveled by. The negativity has corrupted my mind, but as soon as I was awakened I figured it out that optimism is the foundation in pursuit of a better version of yourself. And all those experiences, made me realized that the more you fear, the more it gets real. And King Melchizedek was right, he said: "When you want something, the world conspires in helping you to achieve it."
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Blackwater taps McKay as new import
Blackwater taps McKay as new import
by Jonas Terrado
Blackwater has tapped the services of former Phoenix import Jameel McKay to replace the ailing Alex Stepheson in time for Saturday’s PBA Commissioner’s Cup game against NorthPort at the Cuneta Astrodome.
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Haunted Ch 4
Ch 4: The World Moves On
Roger didn’t speak to Heinz anymore. Over time, Roger shot up in height. Soon he towered over all the other boys in the village. Mother fussed over his handsome looks, proudly bragging about him to anyone who’d listen. There was no shortage of girls tailing him from a distance. They practically worshiped the ground he trod on.
It was kind of gross.
To fill in the time, Heinz practiced levitating heavier objects. He’d managed to lift the cabinet full of gifts and family heirlooms a foot off the ground. And only felt slightly bad about destroying the vase that had been on Mother’s side for five generations.
He also noticed that people shivered uncontrollably when he floated close to them. Mother and Father had taken to wearing heavy shawls and thick coats, even in the middle of the summer heat.
Rumors cropped up all over the village about the Doofenshmirtz family and their strange habits. Some said they were vampires who immigrated from Transylvania, seeking fresh blood following a famine in their homeland. Others declared they were servants of a mysterious creature in the forest, posing as humans in order to lull the village into a false sense of security before slaughtering their livestock under the darkness of the new moon.
Even Roger wasn’t immune to the gossip and stares. However, most people continued to be charmed by his handsome face and compelling voice.
They always referred to Heinz as an evil spirit. Never by name. Just an evil spirit to be lumped in with a multitude of other evil spirits.
And he was fine with that.
The laughter Heinz and Roger once had was nothing more than a distant memory. The plump kid who once enjoyed kickball and doonkleberry cookies had long been replaced by a broad-shouldered young adult. He spoke eloquently, with emphasized ‘t’s and a strange inflection at the end of his sentences.
The language of Drusselstein was harsh and curt and rude. It was nothing like the melodious river of syllables that flowed out of Roger’s mouth.
Roger had been practicing a bunch of funny phrases in front of the mirror lately. Heinz felt like he would burst if he had to hear stuff like ‘economic budget’ and ‘it is my pleasure to welcome the French ambassador’ again. He’d given up on making funny faces behind Roger while he did that.
Annoying his targets wasn’t nearly as much fun when they didn’t react.
Heinz didn’t see what was so appealing about America. What was wrong with the village? There were gardens to protect here! Father wasn’t so keen on the idea either. He and Mother had shouted nonstop at each other ever since Roger had announced a desire to study political science at Danville University. They practically had to wade through the enormous pile of acceptance letters that Roger collected like candy.
“Roger is offering to set us up in a nice apartment,” Mother argued. “He’s being generous with that fortune Great Uncle Frederick left him. I have no idea where he got his charity from, because it did not come from your side.”
Father huffed.
“Well, I could use a change from this cheap plot,” Mother said as she plopped a bowl of bran mash in front of him. Then she sprinkled a red powder over the kitchen counter, muttering something in a language Heinz didn’t understand. “The evil spirits won’t reach my precious boy there.”
Heinz would just have to do spooky evil spirit stuff in America then. It couldn’t possibly be that different from Drusselstein.
Turned out America was completely different than Drusselstein. Heinz had never seen so many colors in his life, much less an enormous city. Blazing neon green lights hung off shops that had a strange assortment of scarf-wearing teenagers. The sky changed from blue to orange-pink to black, and healthy grass lined the paved streets.
Father didn’t know what he was missing when he stayed behind.
People exchanged friendly pleasantries on the streets, even if they were complete strangers.
He spent a lot of time observing people when he wasn’t following Roger around the college campus. His classes were boring and dry, just some stuffy old man at the front droning on about the ‘bigger picture’, whatever that meant.
It was more fun to pick a target and tie their shoelaces together when they weren’t looking, drop acorns on kissing couples, and make people drop their heavy, expensive textbooks to the floor.
There were ups and downs to life (could he even call it that?) in America, but he was starting to enjoy it. Mother seemed happier too. She’d made friends with several women and they spent a lot of their time walking around the apartment complex with clipboards. Yesterday she’d gone up to Mr. Harrison’s door and told him off because his roses were a fourth of an inch past regulations.
Yeah, he didn’t really get how she noticed that without measuring it first.
But the thing he hated most was how the toddlers always ran to their moms when they got scraped from a fall.
He hated how the toddlers tugged at their mothers’ skirts.
He hated how the mother would bend down, giving them a hug and kiss on the insignificant cut. Then they’d reach into their purse and pull out a cheesy band-aid with rainbows and dinosaurs.
He hated how the toddlers would dry their tears and smile back, then run back to the slide or jungle gym and the process would repeat all over again.
Heinz could never explain the hollowness he felt when he saw those moments.
The banquet celebrating Roger’s graduation from Danville University was a boisterous affair. As the head of the Alpha Delta Epsilon fraternity, the star player of the Danville University Dolphins tennis team, and the valedictorian of his graduating class, Roger had amassed so many connections and admirers that the Danville Convention Center had included valet parking for guests.
Heinz sent another set of keys flying, giggling as the valet guys screamed and scrambled after it.
“Why, with your charming personality, I bet you could even convince the entire Tri-State Area to break off the rest of America and form its own country!” Mr. Aquino roared, clapping Roger on the back as he addressed the adoring crowd.
“Thank you, Mr. Aquino. But I would like to allow my constituents the final say on such an important matter,” Roger said politely. He waved to a young woman in a crimson dress, who bounced on her heels like a puppy as Roger smiled pleasantly at her. “Valerie, you look marvelous tonight.”
Valerie squealed, and her friends suppressed their laughter behind her back. Heinz stuck his tongue out at them. Girls were weird. They all squealed like baby Goozims when Roger was nearby.
“I can’t tell you how proud I am of you,” Mother beamed brightly at Roger. He’d pulled some strings with the rich kids he’d befriended to give her a rather expensive black dress. She even had a necklace imported from some famous diamond mine.
Heinz covered his eyes and groaned when Mother embraced Roger. Cameras flashed and girls placed their hands over their hearts at such a cute scene. Somehow that managed to be grosser than the girls fawning over him.
“Please, Mrs. Doofenshmirtz. There’ll be plenty of time for bragging later,” Mr. Aquino laughed as he extracted Roger from her embrace. “Will everyone please make their way to the banquet hall? I believe Roger has a lot of things to say.”
He elbowed Roger in the ribs playfully as they headed to the stage area. Heinz followed them, glad that he didn’t have to hang around a large crowd anymore. “Especially to a certain someone,” Mr. Aquino winked knowingly.
Roger patted his coat pocket. “You’ll make me blush,” he laughed.
While Roger was busy with last-minute preparations, Heinz flitted around the banquet hall to look for anything he could use to disrupt the celebration. He noticed that a lot of women were carrying purses around. There was sure to be something in those!
Then he spotted an open purse on a chair, its owner obliviously chatting with a group of people nearby. It was ripe for the picking. Heinz zipped between the various cliques, his eyes set on his target.
But a shrill screech caused Heinz to lose focus, and he mentally kicked himself for not paying attention. He must’ve flown straight through Mother in his haste.
She shivered wildly, her teeth chattering as if she were trapped in a blizzard. It didn’t take long for the other women to notice. They led her to a table directly in front of the stage, helping her sit down and checking to make sure she was comfortable.
Someone even lent her a shawl to wrap around her shoulders.
“Are you alright, Mrs. Doofenshmirtz?” someone asked.
“They’re following us,” Mother said quietly. “I don’t-no, impossible. Yes, yes I’ll be alright. This is Roger’s night. Don’t worry about an old woman like me. Thank you. It’s a lovely shawl.”
Her helpers backed off, but still looked uncertain.
Before anyone could question her further, a light clinking sound came from the stage. Everyone took their seats immediately, and Heinz used the opportunity to steal a zipped flowery bag from the open purse.
Mr. Aquino tapped a glass with a small spoon several times before setting it on the podium in front of him. Roger sat on a chair nearby, next to two older men in tuxedos. He was perfectly poised on the chair, his back not touching the cushion and his hands folded neatly in his lap.
Out of curiosity, Heinz tried to mimic his position, but gave up within a few seconds. It just seemed more natural to cross his legs.
“May I have your attention please?” Mr. Aquino called. The entire hall fell silent, gazing at the stage expectantly. “Hello. My name is Manuel Aquino, and some of you may know me as your local district representative.”
He paused to allow the audience to applaud before continuing.
“We’re here to honor one incredibly accomplished individual tonight. One whose stunning intellect, brilliant wit, and undeniable charm has captured the hearts of many in Danville University,” he said, winking towards a table full of female graduates. “Perhaps you don’t even know how much you’re charmed by him.”
Instead of listening to the rest of the speech, Heinz levitated the bag’s contents onto the steel beam next to him. It was mostly makeup with names he couldn’t pronounce, but it was more interesting than the ceremony below.
Why did they need to take so long to say thank you? Just say it and move on! Heinz played with the makeup as another guy in a tuxedo droned on, smearing red streaks all over the steel beams.
As he worked on a large, goofy mustache to his Roger drawing, the audience clapped and whistled loudly as Roger finally took center stage. Curious, Heinz set the brush down. Like everyone else, he also wanted to know what Roger had to say for himself.
“Tonight will be a night to remember,” Roger announced. “Though we’ve graduated, our learning will never stop. Danville U has instituted a winning spirit and a can-do attitude onto each of us, so we must pass that onto the next generation to the best of our ability. When one moves into the next stage of life, one must ask themselves ‘What are we going to do?’ Some of you may have figured out the answer. Some of you are still searching. Both options are equally valid. But I suppose you’re also wondering what I want to accomplish.”
The audience nodded earnestly, hanging onto his every word.
“And I would like to thank Mr. Aquino here for mentoring me,” Roger said, with a polite nod towards the man. You see, he was rather charmed by the story of a fellow immigrant to this golden land of opportunity. We were both raised in poverty by hard-working parents, you see. Then as young adults, we found Danville, a city with such a colorful and vibrant culture. My dream is to give back to this lovely community, to allow everyone to flourish, to improve all aspects of education for our children, and their children as well. Mr. Aquino has generously offered me a staff position in his political office, which I’ve accepted. This will serve as my stepping stone so I may learn the issues each of you face, and I hope to be trustworthy in your eyes when you next see my name in the local newspaper.”
Heinz was starting to understand why Roger wanted to start his career in America. The Gimmelshtump elders would never have allowed a kid to upstage them when it came to decision-making.
Roger poured a glass of wine, holding it high in the air. “Before the appetizers are brought out, I would like to propose a toast in honor of Mr. Aquino. Let us drink to his good health and his successful career!”
“For Mr. Aquino!” the audience cheered.
“A toast in honor of my mother, Olga Doofenshmirtz,” Roger continued. “Without her loving support and careful guidance, I would not be the man I am today.”
Mother smiled and nodded. Several women whispered their congratulations to her.
“And lastly, an acknowledgment to a person in this room that I would like to make myself. Everyone, please set your cups down.”
What did that mean? Heinz circled above the stage, wondering what Roger was talking about. Why couldn’t he just say it on the stage like everything else?
His fists clenched. And Roger didn’t even mention him! Heinz played with him, he kept watch for monsters, he even comforted Roger! And after all these years, Roger never mentioned him to anyone! If he could thank Mother, he could thank Heinz too!
Heinz focused intently on what looked like a fluffy pom-pom, making sure that every centimeter of it was coated in a fine powder from a nearby case. Then he held up his hand, waiting for the right moment to send it hurtling down towards Roger.
“Charlene, I was privileged to have met you three years ago in a debate match. You were kind yet bold, not afraid to challenge anyone in a verbal spar. Now I only have one thing to ask,” Roger said. He knelt down, opening a small box which contained a golden ring.
“Will you marry me?”
Charlene smiled graciously, allowing Roger to slide the ring on her finger. “Yes, yes I would,” she replied as she leaned in for a kiss. Roger’s fingers cupped her short, black hair as he kissed her back.
Heinz stuck his tongue out at the gross kissing, forgetting that he was still levitating the pom-pom.
Somebody shrieked below him, and Heinz quickly ducked behind a thick pole. before remembering that nobody could see him.
Mr. Aquino was trying to rub the powder out of his hair, but it just smeared all over his hands. Heinz laughed at the ridiculous sight.
Some people stared at Mr. Aquino, and others glanced nervously at the ceiling as if expecting more makeup powder to rain down upon them. Mother’s finger shook as she pointed at the politician. “You must sprinkle poppy seeds on your pillow tonight to ward off the evil spirits!” she shouted.
He blinked at her. “Of course, ma’am. If the rest of you will excuse me, I’ll clean up in the restroom. Be back momentarily!”
“Ah, good ol’ Aquino,” Roger chuckled. “Nothing ever keeps that man down.”
Charlene took her seat next to Roger, smoothing out her dress. “It’s still a little strange though. Maybe a prankster hung powder from the rafters before we got here.”
Heinz liked her already. Sure, she didn’t know him by name, but her guess was close enough.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Bon appetit, everybody!” Roger called as the workers began passing out baskets of bread and cheese.
The room filled with the sound of chatter and dinnerware clattering against the tables, and the incident was quickly forgotten.
*holds out trash bin for all of you gagging at the Mrs. Doofenshmirtz’s ‘loving support and careful guidance’ bit*
#phineas and ferb#heinz doofenshmirtz#roger doofenshmirtz#heinz's sucky bio parents#haunted#ghost heinz au
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Mecca - 20 Years
Release Date: 18 Feb 2022
"20 Years" is a new best of compilation assembling the works of Mecca, the classic AOR band started by vocalist Joe Vana.
When he was only thirteen years old, Joe Vana’s life was forever changed through a chance meeting with Survivor’s Jim Peterik. Jim taught him everything he knew about music and the music business. But, it wasn’t until he was 28 years old that he discovered his voice, which is when he became Peterik’s in-house demo singer for many years. Joe and Jim eventually created a band called Project Voyager, which ultimately morphed into Mecca.
In 2002, Mecca released their debut self-titled album, which featured David Hungate (ex-Toto) on bass, Shannon Forrest on drums, Fergie Frederiksen (ex-Toto) and Joe on vocals, Mike Aquino on guitars and Jimmy Nichols on keyboards. Mecca created a sonic treasure that was more than well-received by the Melodic Rock/AOR community.
Fans had to wait until 2011 for the follow-up album, but it was worth it. Titled “Undeniable”, it saw Joe Vana working with Swedish guitarist Christian Wolff and producer/songwriter/guitarist Tommy Denander. Again, the results were breath-taking. It was an album which perfectly melded the outstanding high-tech AOR approach of Mr. Mister’s “Welcome to the Real World” to the sheer commercial brilliance of Toto’s “The Seventh One”.
In 2016, the album “III” was released. It was an album that would have topped AOR charts back in the glory days of the genre. The list of players involved is impressive. It comprised Shannon Forrest (Toto), Pat Mastelotto (Mr Mister, King Crimson), David Hungate (ex-Toto), Tony Levin (Peter Gabriel), Mike Aquino (Pride of Lions), Christian Wolff and Joe's son Joey on guitar.
Whether for the uninitiated or for those who are due to revisit Mecca, "20 Years" is definitely worth checking out.
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A day after men tumble, Gilas women take 21-point humbling
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Even with the sub-par playing floor, the heat and officiating, Pat Aquino was quick to not make excuses.
“They got us in the third quarter, simple as that,” Aquino told the Inquirer over the phone, minutes after his Gilas Pilipinas women took an 89-68 whipping at the hands of heavily-reinforced Indonesia to practically bow out of…
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US tryouts to be held for potential Gilas Women players
US tryouts to be held for potential Gilas Women players
Gilas women team with coach Pat Aquino. FIBA.BASKETBAL PHOTO
MANILA, Philippines — The Samahang Basketbol ng Pilipinas has teamed up with the Fil-Am Nation Select to hold a Gilas Pilipinas Women’s preliminary pool tryout in the United States on June 4 and 5.
The tryout will be led by Gilas Women head coach Pat Aquino, who has been in the US since last year looking for potential talents for the…
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PRRD upheld PH sovereignty by withdrawing from ICC: Andanar
#PHnews: PRRD upheld PH sovereignty by withdrawing from ICC: Andanar
MANILA – President Rodrigo Duterte upheld Philippine sovereignty with his decision to withdraw from the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court (ICC), Presidential Communications Operations Office (PCOO) Secretary Martin Andanar said Wednesday.
This, as he welcomed the decision of the Supreme Court that junked petitions questioning the validity of the country’s withdrawal from the Rome Statute of the ICC for being “moot and academic.”
“We welcome the just and fair ruling of the Supreme Court that dismissed petitions questioning the Philippine Government's unilateral withdrawal from the International Criminal Court,” Andanar said in a press statement.
Citing the SC ruling, Andanar said it was only right for President Rodrigo Duterte to leave the ICC for meddling into the country’s affairs.
“As the chief architect of our country's foreign policy and international engagements, President Rodrigo Roa Duterte, well within his capacity, upheld our sovereignty by withdrawing from the ICC who insists on getting involved with our nation's affairs, and hindering our collective progress in securing the safety of our country from societal ills,” he said.
He stood pat on his statement that the Duterte administration continues to uphold human rights and rule of law while enforcing the crackdown on illegal drugs.
“We assert that the government, under the leadership and through the strong political will of President Duterte, continues to uphold and respect human rights and the rule of law while aiming to eradicate criminality,” he said.
The fact that the country’s legal and judicial systems are ready to receive and rule complaints, he said, proves that the administration is able to address possible human rights violations.
“Our functioning legal and judicial systems and our constant engagements with different independent and international organizations, are a testament that this government is committed to protecting and championing human rights,” he added.
On May 16, 2018, then senators Antonio Trillanes IV and Paolo Benigno Aquino IV, as well as incumbent opposition Senators Leila de Lima, Risa Hontiveros, Francis Pangilinan, and Franklin Drilon questioned the ICC withdrawal before the SC, arguing that it cannot be done without the Senate’s concurrence.
Another petition was filed on June 13, 2018 by the Philippine Coalition for the ICC, claiming the withdrawal was based on “capricious, whimsical, ridiculous, misleading or misled, incoherent and/or patently false grounds, with no basis in fact, law or jurisprudence.”
The SC on Tuesday dismissed the petitions filed against Duterte’s decision to pull out of ICC sans the Senate’s concurrence for being “moot and academic.”
The Philippines ’ withdrawal from the ICC, already took effect on March 17, 2019, exactly a year after Duterte revoked the Rome Statute, a treaty that created the international court on Nov. 1, 2011.
The country severed ties from the ICC after its special prosecutor Fatou Bensouda started a preliminary examination on the alleged human rights violations under the administration’s anti-drug war. (PNA)
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* Philippine News Agency. "PRRD upheld PH sovereignty by withdrawing from ICC: Andanar." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1133879 (accessed March 17, 2021 at 08:20PM UTC+14).
* Philippine News Agency. "PRRD upheld PH sovereignty by withdrawing from ICC: Andanar." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1133879 (archived).
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