Carrot Man Baguio Novels & Stories

I just said that Sarreth's car would disappear from my sight. I took a deep breath. Holding the hem of my backpack, I turned around and faced the big gate where people like me who also had a bag or backpack enter. Out of curiosity, I tried to read what was written at the upper of the large open gate after I lifted my gaze. And yeah, hindi talaga ako nilulubayan ng curiosity ngayon. After kong basahin ang nasa taas, my forehead furrowed. NOTRE DAME UNIVERSITY OF MAGBANUA CITY was written here.

Tinanguan ko lang siya at lumagpas na sa kanya. Dumaan ako sa opisina ni Tito at nagpa-alam sa kanya. Pipigilan niya pa sana ako pero nagmatigas ako kaya hinayaan niya nalang ako. Sinuot ko ang helmet ko at sumakay na sa motor ko at pina-andar agad ito. Dumaan muna ako sa convenient store at bumili ng mga grocery. I'm sure na sa lakas kumain ni Keiron at knowing na hindi siya marunong magluto at siya pa ang nautusan na ma-assign sa kitchen ay marami ang masasayang na pagkain. Dalawang karton ang inabot ng pinamili ko at yung laman ng isang karton ay isinilid ko sa backpack ko. Mabuti nalang at konti lang yung dala kong damit kaya nagkasya yung mga pinamili ko. Yung isang karton naman ay nil

He scratched on his nose. Kunot noo ko siyang tinignan. "That fast?" Nag-iwas siya ng tingin. "Yeah." Weird. Hindi pa nagtatagal ang kuryosong tingin ko ay sinabi niya na ang pakay niya. "Well, I just want to give you this." He held out a paper bag that screams power mac, which came from his bag. Gulat dahil sa pagiging totoo nito sa kanyang mga salita. "Hindi naman kelangan."

Kathalina gave a small laugh, the sound almost foreign to her ears. They drove slowly through the Manila streets, the city unfolding in pieces that felt both achingly familiar and strangely distant. From the car window, Kathalina saw the bright chaos of roadside vendors fruit stalls piled high with mangoes and bananas, a man fanning smoke over skewers of isaw and barbecue, children weaving between tricycles selling sampaguita garlands. The humid air pressed in even through the glass, thick with the scent of grilled food, exhaust, and the salty tang of the bay.

Charlene had just stepped off the bus when her friend Sheena called. She answered at once. “Are you already in Manila?” her friend asked excitedly. “Yes. I just got off. Wait—I’m still hungry. I’ll grab something to eat first.” She wandered around the terminal until she found a vendor selling balut. She bought four pieces and asked for directions to her next ride. Being new to Manila, she didn’t yet know her way around. Charlene was a provincial girl who had come to the city in search of better opportunities, knowing that work in the countryside was painfully limited.

’ he added. ‘Sure.’ I answered and turned around when I heard a man shouting on the street; ‘Sweet Mangoes For Sale!’ The old man wears white checked polo and light blue jeans. He has deep brown skin and slightly grayed hair. He pushes a medium size card filled with ripe yellow Carabao mangoes. As he move he call out repeatedly, ‘Sweet Mangoes For Sale!’

She waved back and returned to her work. Bonifacio Global City (BGC) Taguig was a busy, cloaked in colorful, dancing lights, lifestyle district. The hustle and bustle of the dynamic business center were full of people trying out the numerous restaurants, bars, and cafes. It was one of the best places in Metro Manila to meet and have fun with friends and family. I drove around a bit, looking for the best spot to park my car. I took a peek at my reflection, hastily put on some powder and lip gloss, and stepped out of the car. I was garbed in my usual Friday black ensemble: black polo, pants, and flats. I quickly weaved through the throng and walked towards Cafe Medusa and entered. I saw Iz

“ I need to go get some things from the mall Carl “ “ I’ll tag along then “ “ you don’t have to Carl “ “ I want to mom, I just want to step out a bit “ Carl added . They both got ready and headed for the mall . It was alive with people and noise and lights and running children. Carl walked away from his mom . While taking a turn to the next lane . He run into a man and his son , the man held a basket full of tiny sweets and snacks , the snacks fell on the floor and scattered.

And somewhere in the chaos… “She’s HERE! Clear the damn path, she might be pregnant!” I turned—just in time to see Carrotina, (Kala named her) the sassiest of the vegetable squad, part the crowd with her stubby orange arms like she owned the battlefield. Her leaves were curled in disgust, and behind her rolled a trail of talking produce: Mr. Yellow (still wearing a velvet cape), Broccolini (grumbling about iron deficiency), and a new addition—a smug beetroot named Beatrice, who was humming some kind of war song like she was about to get drafted.

Alec was glad to know that there are still some lands left unspoiled by the industrialisation that has taken over the planet over the decades. They still didnt know where she is going. And they still don't know how they can get in contact with Sybil, that is confined within a tightly knit internal communication system, without their WDF mobile comms. It was evening when they all turned up infront of a gated old mansion with high walls surrounding what seemed to be hectares of farmland they could visibly make out in the light of the moon. They have arrived in a place called 'Baguio' in the Philippines - a bustling modern city built atop the Sierra Madre mountains. The air in this city is wint