He's here.Thank God, the old Chinese lady know how to speak my language.It has been a month since they stealthily meet each other.At night.They are all alone, watching the trees, the rivers, the moon.It is cold, but Jouri can only feel warmth.Qiu's family is now becoming bankrupt because of the destroyed crops, so no one is accompanying Qiu now. His family cannot afford a servant now.I have a crush on you the first time I saw you, but it does not seem like it is a first time. I do not know, I am confused.Me too. One thing I am sure with, is I catch a breath when I stare at you.I am guilty of disobeying my parents. I have no filial piety because I am doing this.I am, too. It is not allowed for us to have romantic relationships with people who does not belong to our faith.I am a Buddhist.I am a Christian.I am a Jew.I am a Chinese.I am poor.You are rich.I know how to speak Chinese.You do not know how to speak English, nor Yiddish. Do you really like me?Do you really

I am not adopted. I am a real member of the family, my family that was left behind on Poland soil. All her life, Jouri thought she is just adopted because she does not look Jewish. Because of it, the neighborhood, and her schoolmates, mocked her, and her appearance. "Your grandmother is Chinese, and she tried her luck in Poland. There, she met your grandfather, who is a Jewish businessman. You look like Chinese, unlike your siblings, because your grandmother's genes are more dominant in you," the frail-looking rabbi told her. She ran out of the restaurant as fast as she could, far, far away into the alleys of the streets of Shanghai to hide her mixed feelings. She does not know if she feels happiness, sadness, or both, knowing that she is not somebody her parents saved from an unknown orphanage. Jouri is enjoying her reverie when she heard three deep, loud sounds that echoed in her ears. Joyous conversations began to fill the place. People are starting to crowd in her place, and

The streets are in chaos. Everybody is shouting, the Japanese soldiers are searching every area, especially households and stores. Upon walking outside every area they searched, they are holding papers. Land titles. The vehicle is still full of people, disarray, when Jouri and Qiu looked at each other,unexpectedly. They seemed to read each other's minds. Qiu looked away, and searched for an opening. He saw that there is an empty seat at the back of the vehicle. A man had a heart attack minutes ago, and he was pushed out of the bus by one of the passengers. Qiu suddenly kicked his way out of the first row, and caught hold of Jouri's hand. 跳! Qiu and Jouri jumped from the vehicle. They tripped themselves all the way across the street. They are now safe. It is kinda silent in that area. Or they thought it was. They are now sitting on a cold brick, hiding themselves from the chaos. They are both breathing heavily, but Jouri's breathing is more frantic. And audible. Qiu put hi

"I need to get to her, fast, or else, everything I did will be in vain," Qiu spoke to himself.Tanashiri is playing with the knotted strings with his bare hands which are now full of blood.He is now considering escape, for his well-being.After all, he is physically fully healed, and his spiritual existence roaming the times is just the problem. Once he came back to his world, everything will be back in its original state. He, being the new CEO of the company, and his family, now, will be at peace with each other.He will change his ways.But he cannot afford to leave his friend, and his curiosity is getting the best of him and his decisions.He is curious about the order of things in the past.Qiu, Li Jhie, and Li Jingjing are still running along the streets of Kaifeng. Understandably, anarchy is still everywhere.They ran until they are out of breath, and out of tears.Tanashiri sees a live BDSM he always watches in Manila, except that he is not watching it from the internet. Every

It is an early Monday morning, and there’s an aching sensation in my chest. Why is my life this way? It is been months and I dream of that man every time I fell asleep who looks like me. I should be scared because he looks like me, but I am not. Seeing him makes me feel at ease, and makes me want to talk to him some more. But when I try speaking to him in my dreams, I just wake up, not blurting even a single word to him. It is frustrating. It's been months since she, and Lisha left China without a word to their superiors. A handful of incident reports are made by the two to explain why they left the group.“Hiraya, wake up! Hearing my name is very disappointing. It is not like any other common Filipino name. Having that name makes me an easy target for bullies in school. My mother is a Filipino language teacher. She adores the Filipino language very much. My name means the product of a person’s faith, ideas, and goals. Sometimes I get thanks to her for naming me Hiraya, because I usu