Ever since I was a little girl, I've kept my silence. My mom will always fight my own battles for me as she knows how I am (mother knows best). I let people walk all over me and in the end, just cry on to my mom's shoulders and just have her fight my battles for me.
I have become the suggestion of a stranger... the invited intruder.
Where is the phantom entrance to somebody’s somewhere?
I am fading from view.
I am nothing but a flicker.
I am nothing but a speck of dust, floating and shimmering in the air.
I am in the middle of it all just like you.
The living room is in semi-darkness, with blinking lights coming in through the kitchen door slits. "Breathe" by Blue Chantrel with Sean Paul is playing in the background, blending in with sounds of laughter, shouting and other party noises.
When I was younger, I didn't know what came to me. I rode my bike and tried to go on a straight line wondering how far I would go. Dust and smoke hit my eye, rain poured, but I still went on. Finally, when my legs and feet felt sore, I would stop and look around to see where I am.
I finally set myself free from all the hurt and pain you had brought upon me. It took me a long time to finally realize that I could be a much better person without you. You only caused me so much pain and suffering by being with you.
You lead me on to something that wasn’t there.
Bakit? Anong nagawa ko para tratuhin mo ako ng ganun? Akala ko porke’t matanda ka sa akin, eh, mas matured ka kesa sa mga naging kasintahan ko. Pero mali pala ang aking akala.
Never assume or presume.
It's two-thirty in the morning in a Toronto condominium. In a contemporary kitchen, one can find a refrigerator, a stove, a dishwasher, a sink, a kitchen working area, a swinging door.
Her fingers kept on brushing through the long strands of my hair...
"Life can be tough sometimes... I understand what you are going through, but you’ll get over it and say: this too, shall pass."
Sweetly, she uttered those comforting words as my tears kept pouring like heavy rains in June.
"EEEEYYYUUUTTT!!!"
Loud and crisp!
I pressed SEND then off it went straight to... guess where?
My boss’s YM window!
@#$%... Panic... Panic!
Undo! Undo!
Oops!
YMs don’t have UNDO button. I wanted to call the Yahoo! Hotline and scream. "Please add UNDO button now!"
I stood there, outside his room, waiting. With my head bowed down and my eyes shut tightly, I kept on replaying what had happened. Everything that happened.
I felt a cold slime lightly touched my big toe. I looked down and saw two silver gray fishes with black stripes playing with each other. One is tailing behind as if chasing the one ahead.
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