The outskirts of London have changed dramatically since I have set foot upon their cobbled streets. Now markets with dull, chipped paint stand amongst unkempt houses, forgotten by their owners who now only remember the address of the local pub. Monstrous barns and useless soil reside where dense thickets of grass once stood with white, milky flowers peeking though. The only things that remain unchanged are the decrepit streets waiting for unsuspecting travelers to fall into their nooks, and the boys hiding in the alleyways waiting to rob the unwary person.
My life, as I know it.
Part one - the first time.
It was the night I could never forget for the rest of my life.
As day pass me by, I can't help, but wonder how lost I am here. I don't feel at home. I don't feel at ease. Yes, people, I finally admit that being in the west is not what I can call "home". The east sounds so inviting, plus all of my friends are awaiting for my return! Life here differs so much from there. It's like being in another world. A world where time stood still and goes in slow motion. Being there gives me such a rush. A rush that I never felt before, not even back home.
Pagod na ang puso ko. Dahan-dahan kong ibinaba ang telepono. Magaan ang damdamin, pero mabigat ang puso. Gumaan, kasi, sa wakas nakayanan ko na ring tumiwalag sa isang nakakapagod na relasyon. Mabigat sa puso, kasi, kahit papaano, matagal-tagal na rin naman ang aming pinagsamahan at nasanay na akong nariyan lang siya sa aking tabi. Pero, kailangan kong isipin ang kapakanan ko at ng aking pamilya.
She smiles with her dreamy eyes.
"I love the rain."
"Even when it makes the power fail?"
He asks as he wipes a raindrop off her nose.
My friendship with Venus is like a flower that started as a bud and fully bloomed into a most colorful and beautiful flower worth preserving forever.
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.
Just goes to show that in the middle of nowhere, you'll find hell. It disguises itself as a bus stopover, and you will never miss it. This is just as predictable as the bus driver from hell. Just as unavoidable, the floors are sticky and the swivelling painted plastic chairs squeak.
Embrace me as I come near you.
O sweetest refuge of mine,
You are my comfort when I am in deep sorrow.
Welcome me now with your warmth,
For I chose to lay beneath you forever...
"Mom, Father Dominguez called to tell you that the prayer meeting is about to start."
"Really? I think I better go now."
That’s my Mom, very Catholic and pious.
He introduces himself to her and gives out his hand. She shakes it with such confidence and smile, with such bursting congeniality that she almost surprises herself. Since when was she this good at introductions? Now only if she remembers where she left her voice... time stood still for a moment and she finds herself stuck in half a breath ago.
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