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Seated by the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in my hand, dwindling it as I was waiting for my dearest husband to be back from work. Although it might not seem much or somewhat overdoing it, I... Continue Reading →

Hear the Wind Sing by Haruki Murakami (Book Review)

Another Murakami book from me, but this time I read one of his first novels- more like a novelette. The book started with a prologue of how Murakami started off his career, some of the elements there were covered in... Continue Reading →

Nine Hours Apart…

Pulsating with life, the beat of my heart was excited with the expectations of meeting her across the vast sea of distance after for a long time. I was prepared for the eight-hour flight with my sturdy companion- a book.... Continue Reading →

a million times

Sprawling wide across the cold hard ground, I was awakened from my repose, awaiting for the next dose of goodness from reality- the fragmented fabrication of pixels. I knew I wanted more of it, my body craved for it, the... Continue Reading →

a million pieces

"this is it..." nothingness engulfed me as the overwhelming waves of redundancy and comfort swarmed my conscience. "something is lost..." I was too caught up with myself, the things that I was doing, and I eventually lost it. somewhere... sometime...... Continue Reading →

The Chemist by Stephenie Meyer (Book Review)

This was my first lengthier book after a few months of light reading, this was somewhat heavy but not as much weight as I expected. The book was a fun, gripping read. The fact that it was un-put-down-able already beaten... Continue Reading →

Tick

Patrolling, a routine for us in the depths of the nights where silence, darkness and the resplendent moon light shone into us as we drove around the suburban areas, some covered in thick forests. Occasionally, we turned on the blue... Continue Reading →

Full Moon

Somnolence reverberated through the salience of silence, breaking down the night into its demise, revealing the resplendent roundness of the full moon, glistening through the depths of the night. I stood at the door of my wooden house, seizing the... Continue Reading →

Wooden Shack

Summer was as sweltering as ever, an arid breeze brushed through my complexion further drying up my lips, I was passing by the neighborhood where the dilapidated house was located. The advice, a warning rather, given by everyone was a... Continue Reading →

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