Story About Myself Novels & Stories

Sunod-sunod kong binuklat ang mga pahina. May mga tala tungkol sa Alejandro Holdings. Mga personal na saloobin. At mga kuwento tungkol sa kanyang pagbubuntis. Huminto ako sa isang pahina. «"Pakiramdam ko ay may taong sumusunod sa bawat kilos ko. Kahit sa loob ng sarili naming tahanan, hindi na ako panatag..."» Mahigpit kong napakuyom ang kamao.

Constructive criticism is allowed and I appreciate that. This story contains incorrect typos/spelling/grammar. I'm not a professional writer so please bear with me. Thank you. I started writing this story when I was only 12 years old. Currently editing... Please like my F******k page: "Ajai_Kim WP Stories" This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Tss. “So… tell me about yourself,” saad niya kaya nagsimula na akong magkwento. Maybe I should tell him something about me. “Hmm… I’m an only child and when my parents died, my grandfather took care of me. We are one big family because we are living in one roof with my cousins and uncles and aunties,” naalala ko naman sila. Nami-miss ko na din sila at hindi ko naman sila magawang matawagan. “I have two best friends and one of them is my cousin. We are very close to each other—I am very close with my family and they did not make me feel alone. Besides, they completed my life. But still, these past years, I feel like I don’t feel completed at all,” I looked at him lovingly and smiled sweetly.

Hindi ko na pinigilan pa ang sarili kong balikan ang nakaraan kung bakit ako ngayon naging ganito. Marami ang alam kong kinasusuklaman ako. Ipinagdadasal n asana mamatay na lang ako. Na sana karmahin na sa dami ng mga kasalanan ko. Alam ko kung kung saan ang pinanggagalingan ko. I know why I behaved this way. Kung bakit ko nagawa ang mga bagay na kahit ano pang paliwanag ang aking sasabihin, ang mali ay mali. Ang pagpatay ay isang malaking kasalanan sa batas ng tao lalo na sa mata ng Diyos. Madali lang naman ang manghusga, madaling manisi, madaling magalit sa kung anong maling ipinakikita ng ibang tao. Hindi ako maglalahad ng kuwento ko para kaawaan ako. Hindi ako nanghihingi ng kahit katiti

Siguro nga, sa mundong ito, hindi lang ako ang maraming pagdadaanan. Ang bawat tao'y may isang kuwento upang sabihin tungkol sa kanilang buhay. Napagtanto man natin o hindi, lahat tayo ay pangunahing tauhan sa sarili nating kwento. Ngayon naiintindihan ko na ako ay masyadong makasarili noon; Lagi kong iniisip ang sarili ko. Ang unang tao na naaawa ako kapag may nangyaring mali ay ang sarili ko. Palagi akong nasa ilalim ng impresyon na ako lamang ang nagdurusa, sa kabila ng katotohanan na ang ibang mga indibidwal ay maaaring humarap ng mas kakila-kilabot na mga hamon kaysa sa akin.

pag-iiba niya ng usapan. "Slambook na ba tayo?" biro ko naman. Ngumisi lang siya. Naging hudyat iyon para magsimula akong magkwento sa kaniya. "Well, I am an only child. My dad is a doctor, my mom is a writer..." Ikinuwento ko rin sa kaniya ang mga nakakatawang pangyayari sa dati kong eskwelahan. Parang sa isang iglap lang, naging magaan ang pakiramdam ko sa kaniya.

They had raised an eyebrow at his choice of career, his penchant for traveling, and his unconventional living arrangements. Damon, however, had been determined. He had spent the past three days meticulously crafting a narrative, weaving a tapestry of his adventures, his experiences, and his aspirations. He had spoken of the vibrant cultures he had encountered, the breathtaking landscapes he had witnessed, and the profound lessons he had learned. He had shared stories of his triumphs and his failures, of his joys and his sorrows, painting a picture of a life lived authentically, a life that, despite its unconventional nature, was filled with purpose and meaning.

"I know that every one of you who are here tonight mostly are from a well known family and famous clan in and outside the country. Telling you about my achievements will only bore you,so instead let me tell you my story." The crowd cheered maybe not expecting that I will just tell them a story. Mas mabuti nang sa akin manggaling na galing ako sa hirap. Alam ko pagkatapos nitong gabing to dadagsain ako nang mga issues kaya mas mabuting unahan ko na. "Gusto niyo ba yon?" I heard them laughing and clapping their hands as they nodded their heads in unison. "Actually this is my favorite story of all times. A story of hardships, struggles and survival. Maybe karamihan sa mga andito ngayon ay hindi

agad niyang sagot "Hindi mo malalaman yung sagot kung nandito ka lang. Sometimes, take some risk to know what's the result of it" "Hindi naman yun about dito ehh. About sa sarili ko"tumingin akong muli sa paligid "Bakit? Anong mali sa sarili mo?" "It's my past.."maikli kong sagot. I don't have a plan to tell some piece of my story about my past "What about it?" "Sabihin nalang nating, pinanganak akong malas" "Meron bang ganon?"salubong ang kilay niyang tanong

Noong wala akong ibang makapitan kun'di ang sarili kong kamay, habang nagsisikap na itaguyod ang araw-araw upang mabuhay. Wala akong ibang alam dati kun'di ang sumayaw at umindayog sa saliw ng maharot na musika. Palakpak ng ibat-ibang tao na karamihan ay lalaki ang siyang nag papalakas ng loob ko. Habang hinahanap ko ang pamilya ko'y, ang bahay aliwan ang humubog sa pagkatao ko. My family never ever tried to ask me about my story. Maybe they wanted to asked... but maybe, they wanted me to say it willingly. Ganoon pa man ay tinanggap nila ako ng walang alinlangan. But just like before, my story remained untold. Tulad ng kung paano rin banggitin ng mga nakilala at nakasama ko noon sa mga nag t