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  • Short Story » Culture, Romantic Re: Meet Me By The Cherry Tree

    and hey, more of this please.

    May 31, 2012
  • Short Story » Culture, Romantic Re: Meet Me By The Cherry Tree

    where can i see the first part?

    May 31, 2012
  • Novel / Chapter » Teen Fiction, Romantic Re: Maybe, Just Maybe

    where the hell's next?

    May 31, 2012
  • Short Story » Romantic, General Re: Polishing Love

    yeah, thaks snoink, i think those were potent observations, would keep those in mind, guess i woudl be writing romance stuff in guys' eyes instead, can't seem to have the ...

    May 7, 2010
  • Short Story » Romantic, General Re: The Prince's Mistake

    I am not a sucker for romantic stories but i think this was really good. you got a style and it kept me hook til the end. that was a ...

    Apr 24, 2010
  • Short Story » Romantic, General Re: The Prince's Mistake

    I am not a sucker for romantic stories but i think this was really good. you got a style and it kept me hook til the end. that was a ...

    Apr 24, 2010
  • Short Story » General, General Re: Filipino Story

    OK. As soon as I get the cjance, translating it would be awfully hard as the conjugation and use of pronouns are different and might affect the story as whole. ...

    Feb 3, 2010
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic, General Re: Part 1 - Black Ink

    this one's nice. i would not, though make a detailed review until i get to read the entire material, but you got something her, i should say...

    Jan 15, 2010
  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic, General Re: Part 1 - Black Ink

    where's the next part? =)

    Jan 14, 2010
  • Short Story » General, General Re: Empty Summer

    I won't pretend that i'm quite good critiquing... anyway... you got a good only concern though was that you focused so much with minor details... and consequently left the major ...

    Jan 30, 2008


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening