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Senses of Time
The irony that lies behind the Fortunatus Family is that their surname means fortune and everyone believes it. Little did everyone know that they are hiding secrets they want to keep forever and don't dare to let out.Lakshmi Fortunatus cannot believe that her daughters—her lucky omen—were born with each of them losing different senses: taste, touch, smell, sight and hearing. Fortunatus sisters are anything but lucky or fortunate. They think they were cursed by heaven.With them born without one of their senses, will they be able to live a normal life? Will enough time help them to recover from their miseries? Or they will just get old waiting for their greatest wish—the restoration of the five senses.  
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Taste: One
"If you want to become a great chef, you have to work with great chefs. And that's exactly what I did."—Gordon Ramsay “I’m Aisha and I have a secret. Don’t tell others, okay? Promise?” the little girl cutely said. “Silence means yes so it’s a promise!”“I can’t taste anything,” she muttered even when the boy did not respond. “But it’s okay! I still love food! I dream of becoming a Chef. My mommy told me that one must dream if I want to continue living the life I wanted even when I don’t have my sense of taste. How about yours? What's your dream?” Kakatapos ko lamang magluto ng agahan ng tumunog ang cellphone ko. Kinuha ko iyon sa mesa at tiningnan kung sino ang tumatawag.Read more
Taste: Two
"Food brings people together on many different levels. It's nourishment of the soul and body; it's truly love."—Giada De Laurentiis "WE DID IT!" We squealed. Napatingin kami sa isa't-isa at sabay kaming napatawa sa inakto."Thank you so much, Lala!" I sincerely said."Ano ba chef! No need to thank me. Dahil ito sa sipag nyo, nagawa nating makuha ang napakagandang balita," masayang sabi niya."Yes, cliché it may sound but it won't work without all of your help.""That's our job," kibit-balikat na sabi niya.Sinamaan ko ito ng tingin dahil sa narinig. I sighed. I told them many times about it.Read more
Taste: Three
"Women were gravitating towards him from all directions like a planetary orbit."—Dannika Dark Inalis ko ang kamay niya sa akin at hindi makapaniwalang tumingin sa kanya. Naisip niya pa talaga iyon?"I don't know. Hindi ko naman tinanong." Bumagsak ang balikat niya, bigo dahil sa nalaman."Bakit hindi mo alam? Dapat inalam mo!" Napailing na lamang ako."Is it important?" inosenteng tanong ni Anisha. Oo nga. Importante ba kung gwapo o hindi?Asaisha rolled her eyes as if she heard nonsense."Of course it is! Paano kung pangit iyon? Dugyot at mataba? Baka maapektuhan pagluluto ni Aisha!" pagpapaliwanag nito."I didn't raise you lik
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Taste: Four
"The climb maybe tough, but the view from the top is always better."—Unknown I just smiled at them one last time at pumasok na rin sa kotse ko. I buckled my seatbelt and started maneuvering the car. After an hour or so, I arrived at our house with some lights still open. Gising pa sila?"We arrive at the same time, sis." A familiar voice thundered behind me, making me startled."At least make yourself known, Asaisha. You almost gave me a heart attack!" gulat kong sabi.She just wickedly smile at me. "Don't worry, hindi ka naman pababayaan ni Alisha."Crazy.Kumunot ang noo ko nang lumapit ito
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Taste: Five
"Cooking is about passion, so it may look slightly temperamental in a way that it's too assertive to the naked eye."-Gordon Ramsay   Tiningnan ko isa-isa kung may laman ba ang mga cabinet at nakahinga ako ng maluwag nang makitang puno iyon ng mga grocery. Binuksan ko rin ang malaking refrigerator at nakitang puno iyon ng mga sangkap. Good. "The problem is what will I cook for him." "Prepare me your specialty." I was startled when I heard someone behind me. Dahan-dahan akong lumingon at tiningnan kung sino iyon. Muntikan pa akong mabilaukan ng sarili kong laway nang makita ang hindi ko inaasahang makita. Umagang-umaga! Asaisha, looks like you're jumping with tears. Read more
Taste: Six
“I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.”—John Milton   He doesn't like it? I thought. Hindi pa nga niya natitikman eh. "You...you don't like it?" hindi ko mapigilang tanong. Worry is evident in my eyes as I look back at him. He leaned his back on the chair while crossing his arms over his chest. Tinitigan niya ako bago magsalita. "Sit and we'll talk," aniya. Agad naman akong umupo at ngumiti sa kaniya para hindi niya mahalatang nanginginig ako sa kaba. He's more intimidating than his father! "What did you cook f
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