The Greek philosopher Plato said, "Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."
Vhea, an eighteen-year-old city girl, had an inkling that partneri...
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June 26, 2011 Sunday, 10:39 AM
Earl headed to his room, after I returned the jacket I had borrowed the previous Sunday.
Mabuti naman at nakakalakad ka na nang maayos. Effective pala ihi ni Russel.
Tanong ko sa kaniya nang tuluyang makalabas at lumapit sa mesang kaharap ng kina-uupuan ko.
The sharp spine was pierced on the upper part of my foot so it didn't really seriously affects my walk.
Nice to read that. Gusto ko lang din magpasalamat.
Tumango siya.
Sa'n tayo ngayong araw?
I asked, changing the current subject.
Want to have some snacks? My treat.
He replied.
Wow, manlilibre. . . Crush mo ba ako?
Dad remitted my allowance last Thursday. No'ng biyernes pa sana ako manlilibri sa inyo nina Russel at Regine, kaso may practice ng archery, tapos kahapon, naligo tayo sa dagat.
Pero, Earl, nasubukan mo na bang magka-crush? Just curious, sa tahimik na kagaya mo, I just wanna know if what's the feeling.
You're asking some personal stuff, huh?
P'wede ring 'wag mo na lang sagutin.
I've always been fascinated to fictitious characters. Characters from the books I've read, for instance.
After he appeared to notice that I had finished reading the things he had written on his paper, he sprung to his feet and motioned me--by the use of his head--to follow him.
He shut the door before picking up the bike that was leaning against their house's wall. He mounted it, and began pedaling.
Huminto siya sa harapan ko at sumenyas na sumakay sa angkasan ng bike. Before eventually seating down on the bike carrier, I adjusted my attire and clutched the strap of my tiny shoulder bag, which was thrown over my shoulder.
Pinagpatuloy niya ang pagpapatakbo sa bike nang maramdamang naka-upo na ako.
Napapalipad ang aking mahabang buhok dahil sa hangin na sumasalubong sa'min. Naitutulalak din ng hangin ang harapang bahagi ng long-sleeve na suot-suot ni Earl dahil mukhang hindi niya ini-lock ang mga butones.
From behind, I could smell his scent.
He smells like watermelon.
Habang nakakapit sa gilid na parte ng siyahan, nailipat ko ang mga kamay ko sa pagkapit tungo sa kaniyang bewang dahil bigla na lang niyang binilisan ang pagpaptakbo ng bisikleta.
