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Last June 21, 2008, midnight, strong winds started blowing and really strong rain came pouring. The power went out and it was so cold!!!As expected, a storm was coming but we thought it wouldn't last long and it wouldn't be that strong. We were expecting a storm signal#2. Instead, The storm that hit us was already signal#4 which is the strongest among storm signals!!!That morning when me and my sis woke up, we opened the window and watched the direction of the wind. The wind made sounds like a c... Read More
Continuation... For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugg... Read More
This blog is supposed to be posted yesterday...But I didn't have time coz was too tired with school and extra-curiccular activities outside the school...*sighs* Still adjusting with the sched here... Can't believe my dismissal is 7pm... It rained real hard yesterday! And it was so damn cold! And I was so damn wet!You know what made me feel better? Coz I didn't went home after school... I went directly to the church near our school where a prayer meeting was held. Gladly, my parents, sister and o... Read More
In a reality where actuality only exists..born with innocence that time strips away...experience brings us knowledge...knowledge becomes sorrow...truth becomes burden, and existence spirals down into countless paths of infinity, mild to extreme..living long enough to endure this, what do you reach for...? Is it possible that you are already, too old, to live your life in all entirety naively, or is it still just a game where you believe your invincible to circumstance,... Read More
Continuation... The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor an... Read More
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