In this world where nothing matters, survival is the main priority to those who lived. Murder, Cannibalism, and other horrifying immoral acts, everything is possible if you are cornered between life and death. In this wicked world filled with darkness and suffering, everyone is in their last resort. Like cockroaches, almost everyone will find a way to survive, even if it means doing things that are not morally acceptable. Well for me who is living in the same world as them, who am I to judge? -Peterenko "WE ARE NOT ANGELS, WE ARE HUMANS." This is a story of Peter, the man who survived the greatest calamity a man could ever imagine. Together with Meldy, they will overcome every obstacles that will be colliding in their way. A story of survival, hope, friendship, light, and love in a world full of darkness, evil, mystery, and suffering. Will Peter and Meldy survive? Let's find out. DON'T JUDGE THE BOOK BY IT'S COVER MGA MYSTERY LOVER JAN ETO PARA SA INYO TO. (Fiction)

Dumarating talaga yung time na yung mga taong lagi mong nakakasama sa school , darating yung time na mawawala na sila dahil may kanya kanya ng buhay pero kahit hindi madalas magkita kahit sa chat na lang nag uusap hindi pa rin mawawala yung pinag samahan nyu , yung kulitan at kung anu anu pang kadramahan sa buhay kaya nga masasabi ko na hindi kumpleto ang buhay Estudyante kung walang Bar-Ka-Da

I was alone, no one wanted me, I was only a nuisance to everyone. My life lived to be nothing and nothing only. My existence was like the wind, only felt but never seen. My presence like darkness, cold and detested but just like how my light fell into darkness, that same light will also climb back from darkness to light. A place where darkness can't reach, a place where light can shine. It's no where near perfect, no where near a normal life but the life I want to live is the sort of life who can be myself. I don't need all those fancy stuff, I don't need money, I don't need to be popular. All I need is life where I can be myself, slowly climbing back up at my own pace, my own time. Who am I? Why don't we find out.