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12:42:16 am on March 26, 2008 |
I heard my cellphone beep after class dismissal; I read a message from my sister, Dream. She was telling me dramatic stories about her allowance, wanting to borrow money from me. She is also in Davao, but we are not living in the same house for my school is far from hers. She had insisted on studying here in Davao, even if she had not take nor pass any entrance examinations here. My parents were absolutely against it, but with my help, she ended up getting what she wanted.
Dream, my sister is only a year younger than me, and because of that we were always in competition. My parents would always give us the same amount of allowance, the same brand of clothes, and even an equal share of household chores for the sake of treating us fairly. However, back when I was five, I really felt that life was unfair.
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12:04:04 am on March 26, 2008 |
“Thank you for your help, perhaps this amount will make you understand how precious is my grandson,” Mr. Rimas said as he handed me a check.
There is something on his lap, hidden by his other hand. I tried to ignore it, so I smiled and nodded as a sign of thanks. He looked at the clouds outside the window the plane, seemed to be very excited to see the grandson he had never seen for five years.
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11:32:57 pm on March 25, 2008 |
She wakes me, then she vanishes.
But the scent of a thousand other flowers
seems to harmonize to annoy me
as it lingers in the four walls of this room.
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07:31:11 am on March 25, 2008 |
Blood stained on their clothes.
They are lying on the field,
under the burning rays of sun at noon.
Check for unresponsiveness,
put the victims in the shade,
use the improvised stretchers,
cover the wound with clean dressing.
Rescuing them, using whatever we learned.
The mock accident seemed to be true. (More …)
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09:09:47 am on March 19, 2008 |
The guitar’s broken.
Parent’s gift for her birthday,
shorter hair by then.
She’s thrilled but changed, stopped playing
And now her hair is longer.
