Memories Of The 90s Mga Nobela at Kwento

For nine years, whenever I was angry, a proper apology and the right gifts were always enough. This time, though, I had gone so far as to print a severance agreement. Ordinary gifts would never be enough. After he landed, Kael went straight to a tattoo studio. From his wallet, he pulled out an old design I had sent him five years ago. He placed it in front of the artist and said, “I’m in a hurry.” “No anesthetic.”

"I should not have delayed the wedding..." "Nine times," I reminded him. "Nine times. I should not have let you bear the punishment alone. I should not have let you lie in bed for weeks and then give you only a few apologies. I should not have abandoned you in the park to follow Angelina. I should not..." He could not go on. "You are right," I said, standing and brushing imaginary dust from my dress. "You should not have done any of that. But those were not your greatest mistakes."

“Ariel… actually… our family cleaned itself up eight years ago.” “James was afraid you’d grow up spoiled, so he kept making us pretend to be poor. He kept saying poor kids mature faster.” Dad Number Ninety-Nine, Logan, added aggrievedly, “And all that leaving early and coming home late, James forced us to attend night school! To earn diplomas! Otherwise, he wouldn’t let us come home for dinner!” “The blood on our clothes? That was from helping at Dad Number Seventy-Seven Adam’s chain slaughterhouses when they opened. We were killing pigs there!”

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

Emma: Year: 2002 As memories are known to be lost throughout the process of growth, we still may have those special ones that just stick. It’s so ingrained into our memory that it is shocking we can even remember it. So the question is, did it really happen? And why is that we always remember the bad ones?

Troubled in the 80’s What can I say about the 80’s. Many remember this time as the decade of hair scrunchies, neon colors, and Aqua Net hair spray. I have different memories of this time. While many of the girls in my elementary school had their hair crimped and walked around with Lisa Frank accessories, I had crooked uncombed hair and a pencil. Now I’m not saying that I was the only poor kid in my schools, at most of them there were plenty of us. In total, I went to six different elementary schools. Most of them I entered in the middle of the year. Meaning I was always the “new student” and had to find friends when everybody already had their friend groups. I did manage to find a neighborho

The lights, the laughs. The anticipation burned hard in my veins back then. I sat on the high platform, a lit cigarette in between my lips, classic chic glasses— we were in the 90s. The soft smell of lady's cologne flickered by. Of course I was with a lot of women, I loved having them plenty, the warmth of their fleshs hovering close and their fake giggles a melody to my ears. That night my whole world changed. But, we won't be going down memory land yet.

ask of him and I can't turn back now that there's a chance to get it. “Alright, lay back.” I did as he say. Ryder picked the remote from the TV console, turned on the TV and searched through a series of movies before he finally clicked on one. It's a movie as it plays, it shows a girl. Minutes into it. I noticed what it was. A girl narrating a p**n. She began to speak. I could remember the events vividly in my memory like it happened yesterday. Anytime I close my eyes, I let my mind wander off to that night. I mean, I just couldn't get it off my brain. It's the first time I'll be experiencing that so the memory got stuck in my brain. You might wonder what I couldn't get out of my memory. So