Karidad_Going Home_The club_A Day on the Beach
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Karidad
"Nang, palihog ko'g hipos sa mga butang sa mga bata. Mo larga ta'g Bohol ugma" said Jean, the 34 year old "amo" who's working in a 10-hour night shift at a call center with her husband, Carlito. "Sige ma'am" answered Nang Karing.She hates traveling to Bohol. In fact, she hates it there but what else can she do, she has no other obligation but to take care of the kids. She sighs and gets back to finishing the laundry.While cooking for dinner, Jean furiously calls her to their bedroom "Nang wala paman lage ka naka hipos?" (Nang, why haven't you packed the kid's clothes yet?) "Aw, g tiwas pa nak...
Going Home
“Going Home”By: Conan HelsleyThe cab stops in front of their house and I sit there wondering how I'll tell them. It's been difficult lately, ever since I had that outburst at Emily's wedding. They thought I was drunk, so I let them think that, it was easier than having the real conversation, easier than dealing with what was actually going on in my life. I laugh, and the cabbie kind of glances but goes right back to his phone. My laugh has been a bit startling of late. Sometimes I can't keep it under control. I fancy it something like the Joker, but that's probably just a bit of romanticism. I...
The club
The nights are quite chilly this time of the year. It signals the start of another long Winter. Soft misty drops soak into the visitors’ coats, as they ascend the stairs. The house, indeed to be admired even in this weather, looks majestic. More and more people arrive, each one equally surprised by the intensity of the chill.I have arrived with John. We have been dating for eight months, and I decided to share this moment with him. This moment which comes at an appointed time every year, and shared by awww.onedoor.cc special group of people. We all understand that if you are not ready, you will miss this mo...
A Day on the Beach
It was one of those windy sunny days I always felt people should be happy about, walking around aimlessly, feeling the soft breeze on their skin, the morning sun shining brightly and warming up their hands and feet, without being too hot. Yet, I never felt such a joy myself, it existed just as ideal imagery in my mind, something other people could enjoy, but not me, oh, no, never me.I walked out of one of those towering modern office buildings dressed in a formal suit and carrying my favorite briefcase, which felt completely superfluous now, ridiculous even. I heaved a heavy sigh watching a pa...