You don’t talk to me like that… In fact, we don’t talk anymore… Continue reading Whispers
I hate to be the bearer of bad news. The following account is an update in the love life of a friend. We are friends in the sense that we share the obligatory act of observing and maintaining fellowship, brotherhood and sisterhood in Church context… oh, i hope you get the point!
I would like to believe that we are friends since there had been a sharing of secrets and disclosing of private and personal matters in the past and heretofore… I’m willing to be his friend, for one. I just don’t know the case in his part. Continue reading “Stench”
Her voice is like the sound of the Flute – velvety smooth, warm, and full, like one glass of fresh creamy milk.
The car is sleek. It’s shiny and it’s black. He is eyeing it for months now – Lorenzo Saev, that’s who. He said he is going to trade the one he currently has for that sleek one. “I need more space. I need a bigger build,” he said. “What for?” she asked. “Don’t you like the small car we bought together?” Roonie Saev was curious. … Continue reading Passenger Seat
Grocery Shopping with a Grouchy Little Sister
She did it again. My sister, I mean. After recently burying a misunderstanding with me, another one at its worst emerges from the ashes. Should I adjust again? Should I just concede and compromise because I’m older and because I’m supposed to be the “wiser” one? Continue reading “Grocery Shopping with a Grouchy Little Sister”
I fixed him coffee – hot and aromatic – just the way he likes it. I seriously hope that he will like it because last time, I screwed up on the coffee – creamer ratio. If such happens, he doesn’t drink the whole cup; sometimes, he just doesn’t drink it at all even after inhaling a lungful of that soothing caffeinated aroma that he is … Continue reading Bad Coffee