The Moon is You

 How was it to be the moon? To be the moon either? To be Armstrong whose the first person who lift off his feet on the ground on this loving moon? How was it to be love priceless despite of its none the less imperfections. How was it? Can I be the moon?The moon for you?The prologue was seems too shallow with a current depth. I could now be so sure that the author of this novel is a kind of moon addicted, well, maybe I could say that because all of this author's stories, novels, one shots, however mystery of thriller it was, the moon have and always going to have its own character, not just mostly but all of the piece of work of this author.I smile and close my eyes.Ang galing niya..I put my earphones on. The sound of vehicles that keep on beeping that were maybe due to this annoying traffic, were giving an ache to my balmy ears. Why do they have to keep on beeping their vehicles?! Will that help in this situation and make the move

 “If you don't want to accept it, then don't,” My brows arched. Akala ko ay ipapaliwanag na niya saakin. I was about to utter another word. I want to object about her but a sudden ring of the telephone on the side of her table rings. “Hello?” She said to the line. I looked away. Giving her a privacy. “Oh, really?” surprise crossed her tone. Wow, I looked away but my ears were keep from evesdropping. Nice. “I'll be there, save it for a scope.” She said before their call ended kasabay ng pag balik ko ng tingin sa kaniya. A little grin was plastered in her lips. She play on h

 What. The. Actual. Hell? Seriously? When did that website start throwing some riddles? I blink a couple of times, sinking that context that have just read. If this is the actual website that I used to visit, I could precisely tell that it wasn't graduate from that. That website reveals evidences that could point out a kind or frightful crime and doings of such a heightened classes of people, I could already tell that the main are those politician either way part of government which is on the nose of the person behind that site. How come this happened? Staying up too late was never, ever, really part of my vocabulary, well I could say that the idea was on the hook but doing that wasn't really part of my lif

 "If that's the case, you don't have anything to bother about.." I let out a sigh and stare at Crizeliah.  We're here in the Jershey's Café De Letá infront of my apartment building. Here is where we both decides to meet up tonight, aside that it's favorable in my part that it's way nearer than any other place she could think, it's also way on private so we could had a privacy in ours. "Do you think she dropped out because of me?" I asked. "Why would she? Sino ka ba?"  "Alam mo ikaw, napaka ano mo. Editor-in-chief ka na niyan?" I rolled my eyes.

 “I'M SORRY, I'M LATE!”  I hurriedly occupied the seat infront of Marcus. Marcus is currently taking a scope of ice cream from the bowl infront of him. Now, he's wearing a plain dark blue shirt which is dissimilar from my white navy shirt.  “It's fine. I do actually enjoy eating these while waiting,” He answered and sign the food infront of him. Wow, did he just swallowed all the inside of a couple of bowl infront? “I woke up late, kasi..” I added and scratched the back of my head in sudden. I remember what happened last ni