Bungee jumping, cliff jumping, extreme roller-coaster rides; name it, I'll do it. Horror movies never frightened me. Not my parents, the police, not even death.
I like it. I'm a risk taker and an adrenaline junkie. I'm a self proclaimed bad girl ex...
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It's the hard things that break; soft things don't break. It was an epiphany I had today and I just wonder why it took me so very, very long to see it! You can waste so many years of your life trying to become something hard in order not to break; but it's the soft things that can't break! The hard things are the ones that shatter into a million pieces!— C. JoyBell C.
Nagising ako sa mabangong amoy ng pagkain sa aking nightstand.
Yesterday was a rollercoaster of emotion. Napilitan kaming umalis ng Gene Woods pagkatapos ng nangyari sa akin sa tracks. Wala namang masamang nangyari sa akin. Medyo na shock lang. Hindi matagil si Pierre sa kakasigaw sa akin. Hindi daw ako nagiingat. Mabuti nalang daw nandon si Chris. Chris and I shrugged it off. Things like those happen a lot in the tracks but it safe. Beast mode si Pierre nang makabalik na kami ng hotel dahil ayaw kong magpatingin sa doctor. He thought I had a pretty bad hit. Tingin ko naman wala lang yun. I've had worst. He snapped when I said that, insisting that I should see a doctor.
He calmed down when Chris reasoned out for me. I was riding a go-kart on under 10 km/h, how bad can that crash be. Ni hindi nga nauga ang utak ko. Pierre's obviously just overreacting.
Nakapikit pa ako pero narinig ko ang pintuan ng aking kwarto na sumirado. Gumulong ako sa aking gilid at nikita ang isang tray ng pagkain na galing sa Fat Burger, ang fast food chain kung saan kami kumain ni Pierre. Tinignan ko ang oras sa aking phone at nakitang 6:30 AM pa lang.
The thought that he was in my room while I was fast asleep sent me awake faster than splashing cold water on my face.
Hindi pa ako ayos. Anggulo-gulo pa ng buhok ko, may muta pa ako sa mata. I look like shit. What would he think about me? That I'm a slob? That I'm—that's when I caught myself. Why should I care about what he think of me?
I shouldn't.
Sa totoo lang, hindi ko sya dapat pagtuonan ng pansin. Bodyguard ko sya, trabaho nya ako.
The unwritten rule of the society is that rich kids like me doesn't and should not fraternize with the help. On the rare occasion that the rule was disregarded, the society would raise their brows which in turn would post as a great trouble for the couple when one doesn't belong to the other's world. Names such as gold diggers and social climbers has been thrown around to those paupers that dared to love a royalty while the royalties has been feed words like 'you can do so much better' or 'just marry on our class' or 'is it about sex?'.
I never really minded that rule, though. When I was in middle school, I raised hell to the highschooler who dared call Francesca as our group's charity case just because she lives in a swatters area and only got in Rochester Prep on a scholarship.
