Hello milk and teas :) I hope you'll like this short chapter as much as I do. You can easily tell that this one's kind of different from other chapters because in my manuscripts it was written in full English (which I cannot remember writing it that way hahaha). Kaya in-edit ko na lang at nilagyan ng kunting Tagalog para hindi magmukhang trying hard. Thanks for appreciating :)
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I decided to go to the bookstore two days after I got discharged from the hospital. I couldn't still move my left hand, and the right hand has all the burden of doing everything. It was really hard to live everyday with the part of you was missing or useless. It kind of really sucked.
Two long days and I did nothing, just sitting in my bed staring at an invisible distance with incomprehensivle thoughts. Literally I did nothing. I did not even bother to check my violet highlights if it was fading or not, like "Duh Jesche Jasmine your hair was the most important thing in your entire fucking damned like and now you didn't even care how it looked like". I did not call anyone, wala namang ibang taong nakalista sa phone list ko. Mukhang naiintindihan din nina Megan at Ashley ang sitwasyon ko because I did not receive any calls or messages from them. Maybe they thought I won't still pick up the phone because left hand was dead, and my right hand was tired. I'd give them my sincerest thank yous for that consideration when I see them.
And ah, books. I did not open any of those too. I wasn't in the right mood I might just throw it out of the window for no valid reason. The only thing that kept me alive was my amazing playlist in the recording. I kind of like listening to music again after a long time. And I was listening to my playlist the moment I stepped outside my house.
I opened the door and abruptly went to my favorite magazine stack. And there they were, Haven. Their faces were on a prestigious magazine looking like a hijacked terrorists with their band uniforms. Napairap ako ng wala sa oras. What an ugly surprise in such beautiful morning. They were really fucking famous, I should learn to admit that. I picked it up, put it in the lowest stack and placed an ugly magazine with a sexy woman cover on its old position.
"There, better. I'd rather look at you, you whore" then I took few steps backward. Sa paraang 'yun ay hindi na distracted ang mga mata ko sa mala CN Blue na pose nilang apat.
I roamed my cloudy eyes around the store, and obviously I was the only one around here. Alas sais pa rin naman ng umaga, fyi. And yes. we were too lucky because this shop never closed. Isn't it amazing when the owner owned a coffee shop a wall away too?
Pero bakit nga ba ako naparito nang ganito kaaga? To buy something of course. Anything. So I better start looking for that something worth purchasing. What I only saw was a shelf full of John Green, Nicholas sparks, Suzanne Collins, Veronica Roth, Harper Lee and Paulo Coelho. On the other shelf; Dan Brown, Robert Ludlum, Stephen King, James Patterson and John Grisham seemed to form a new pack. Okay. Nabasa ko na sila lahat and today's not the right day to read more of them.
Oras na ba para magbasa naman ako ng mga non-fiction books? Hmmmm NO. I should al least try to understand petry since I was already in a Creative Writing class. I heard we would do a lot of it after the fest, and I didn't like the idea me caring about it. Sana may mahanap akong Tales of Canterbury at Divine Comedy dito.
