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I'd like to meet:
Anybody who can warp through time,Vampires, Incubus, Mermaids, Unicorns, Dragons, Dragoon, E.T., master Yoda, Samurai Jack, Kenshin, Creator of Final Fantasy, Creator of Tales of Phantasia, Bill Gates, Alex Band, My chat mates... pero kung di ka kasali sa mga nabanggit ko, ikaw na lang!
Music:
Anything worth listening to
Movies:
An interview with the vampire, The Last Unicorn, The Flight of Dragons, Never Ending story, The Magic Mirror, yung sequel ng The Magic Mirror, Voyage of the Unicorn, Prince Charming, Snow White (by hallmark), anything Fantasy
Television:
Tv are mind controlling devices! Threw it out!!!!!
Books:
And
out there under the clear black sky this creature coming, moving
towards us from the highway, on foot. This thing that I sensed now
was completely alone. Beat of a supernatural heart in the thin
darkness. Yes, I can hear it very distinctly. The hills were like ghosts
in the distance, the yellow blossoms of the acacias gleaming white
under the stars. Not afraid of anything, it seemed. Just coming. And
the thoughts absolutely impenetrable. That could mean one of the old
ones, the very skilled ones, except the skilled ones would never crush
the grass underfoot. This thing moved almost like a human. This
vampire had been "made " by me. My heart was skipping. I glanced at
the tiny lights of the alarm box half concealed by the gathered drapery
in the corner. Promise of sirens if anything, mortal or immortal, tried
to penetrate this house. On the edge of the white concrete he
appeared. Tall, slender figure. Short dark hair. And then he paused as
if he could see me in the electric blue haze behind the glass veil. Yes,
he saw me. And he moved towards me, towards the light. Agile,
traveling just a little too lightly for a mortal. Black hair, green eyes,
and the limbs shifting silkily under the neglected garments: a frayed
black sweater that hung shapelessly from his shoulders, legs like long
black spokes. I felt the lump come up in my throat. I was trembling. I
tried to remember what was important, even in this moment, that I
must scan the night for others, must be careful. Danger. But none of
that mattered now. I knew. I shut my eyes for a second. It did not
help anything, make anything easier. Then my hand went out to the
alarm buttons and I turned them off. I opened the giant glass doors
and the cold fresh air moved past me into the room. He ran past the
helicopter, turning and stepping away like a dancer to look up at it, his
head back, his thumbs hooked very casually in the pockets of his black
jeans. When he looked at me again, I saw his face distinctly. And he
smiled. Even our memories can fail us. He was proof of that, delicate
and blinding as a laser as he came closer, all the old images blown away
like dust. I flicked on the alarm system again, closed the doors on my
mortals, and turned the key in the lock. For a second I thought, I
cannot stand this. And this is only the beginning. And if he is here,
only a few steps away from me now, then surely the others, too, will
come. They will all come. I turned and went towards him, and for a
silent moment I just studied him in the blue light falling through the
glass. My voice was tight when I spoke:
"Where's the black cape and `finely tailored' black coat and the silk
tie and all that foolishness? " I asked. Eyes locked on each other.
Then he broke the stillness and laughed without making a sound. But
he went on studying me with a rapt expression that gave me a secret
joy. And with the boldness of a child, he reached out and ran his
fingers down the lapel of my gray velvet coat.
"Can't always be the living legend, " he said. The voice was like a
whisper that wasn't a whisper. And I could hear his French accent so
clearly, though I had never been able to hear my own. I could scarcely
bear the sound of the syllables, the complete familiarity of it. And I
forgot all the stiff surly things I had planned to say and I just took him
in my arms. We embraced the way we never had in the past. We held
each other the way Gabrielle and I used to do. And then I ran my
hands over his hair and his face, just letting myself really see him, as if
he belonged to me. And he did the same. Seems we were talking and
not talking. True silent voices that didn't have any words. Nodding a
little. And I could feel him brimming with affection and a feverish
satisfaction that seemed almost as strong as my own. But he was quiet
suddenly, and his face became a little drawn.
Excerpt from:
The Vampire Lestat (my favorite book!)
Heroes:
Achilles, Oddysues, Perseus, Jose Rizal, Hercules, Prince Charming (kung sino man sya), The Jedi Knights, Superman, Clark Kent, Darna, Bonifacio, Hector (from the Illiad), Emilio Aguinaldo, Spawn at marami pang iba.. Sabi mo heroes e.. Ay hindi ba yun!? sorry!!
