May isang bolero, nakasakay sa sasakyan niyang Montero. Siya’y may misyon, ang mapasagot ang babaeng matagal nang ginugusto. Ngunit hindi siya naisin ng babaeng kanyang minimithi hanggang sa hindi na niya kipitin ang bolang teknik niya para sa sanang “Oo” na matagal nang mithiin. Kaya bumaba na nga sa kanyang sasakyan, dala dala ang tsokolateng alam niyang paborito ng dilag. Kipit na niya ay hindi bola, kung’di makapal na sobreng naglalaman ng saloobin niya. Ang sobreng kipit ay ang totoo niyang damdamin, ang bumubulaklak na niyang paghanga sa babaeng nagpatibok at kumurot sa puso niya at handa na niyang lisanin ang bolang nakasanayan para sigurado nang sagutin siya ng babaeng ilang taon na niyang nililigawan.
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Book Review: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
Book Review: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins Rating: **** (4/5 stars) Oh God! Just thinking of Ettiene St. Clair gives me butterflies in my stomach and I wanted someone like him. This book makes me want to fall in love and to experience falling in love, all its process with the right guy. Why do English guys are really charming? All in all, this book gives me a really wonderful experience. I thought at first the book will only offer me stories with those of romantic cliches and dramas but the book itself proved me wrong maybe because the protagonists are really smart and funny and the lines are smartly written and histories of wonderful places in Paris are here, are real places with their cool facts. And also maybe because it's really much Parisian and Ettiene St. Clair is a dream guy. UGH. This makes me want to go to Paris more. Thumbs up for the author, Stephanie Perkins. You saved me, I mean, you made me want to build my own love life by just reading your bo...
There’s a silent knock on the door and I knew it was him. I’m afraid to open it, doubtful to even peek. I know that even I chose not to open the lock would still turn the keys will bring the noise and he would still enter dark even it’s a creepy dungeon it doesn’t matter, to him it’s something he desired, he needed. There’s a silent sigh as he enter I grasp the blanket, my only little saving grace. Trying to close my eyes, tightly shut as if it will let him go away but still the bed bounce as he sits his hands starts exploring the very thing I’m protecting. I let out a cry in the dark waiting for the tears to drop but it’s as if the tears itself are tired, and even my soul doesn’t regained it’s strength hopelessness collided with the sharp cries and pain. And keep thinking that there’s a star outside, that this immoral sin will pass and I will leave this agony, my world full of disgust.