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Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four: As It Was

Another day. Another day for me to think clearly and continue my 'work' for today. I don't think of my work as work, I think of it as a way for me to let go of a lot of things that's been bothering my mind and my everyday life.

I didn't really think of this work at first, but I fell in love with it when I started doing it before my graduation from senior high.

Ang dami ko rin kasing pinagdaanan nung time na yun, it worked at the end and this work helped me a lot as a person.

Tiningnan ko ulet ang sarili ko sa salamin. I'm wearing a tight plain white shirt and some Levi's low-rise jeans and a pair of Adidas white shoes.

'Di ko na tinali pa ang buhok ko, naglagay na lang ako nang konting makeup, not too much din.

I left my apartment with my black tote bag and my phone in my pocket, I'm ready to work today.

Surprisingly, hindi ako naging fashion designer, kakagraduate ko lang din, like two months ago?

I wanted to be one because I was fascinated with clothes, fashion, and just the industry itself.

My mother was supportive enough, she was ready to go all in for me, that's how she loves and trusts me.

But in the end, nagbago ang desisyon ko, I chose something else.

I went for business, it's pretty fun but it's just a major that I wanted to go for just in case na magamit ko yun kapag napagisipan kong magkaroon ng sarili kong negosyo.

I became something else. I started writing and I just fell in love with it.

Mahilig akong magbasa, as days passed by I started to create these stories at the back of my head.

'Di ko namalayan na napamahal na pala ako sa pagbabasa hanggang sa punto na gusto ko na ring magsulat nang sarili kong storya.

While I was in college, I kept writing and sent my drafts to publishing companies, doon ako nagsimulang kumita nang nagustuhan ng mga nagbabasa yung mga libro na napublish ko na.

Reading was my first love, and writing would probably be my last, greatest love.

Matagal naman na kasi akong napamahal sa pagbabasa, nagustuhan ko lang magbasa kahit na romance o thriller o kahit ano pa.

I remember when I wrote my first chapter, naiyak ako.

Naiyak ako dahil parang 'di lang storya ang naisulat ko, parang saril ikong storya sa perspective ko mismo, and I realized how painful the story have become because of me.

I was also hurt then so I wanted to pour all the pain somewhere else and that's how I fell for writing.

Besides, my last senior high was the worst year for me, ever.

Kung kailan magkokolehiyo na kami tsaka pa 'ko nagdrama noon, it doesn't matter because I should be thinking about the present now and not the past.

"Salamat po manong."

"Walang anuman po ate maganda~"

Napangisi ako sa taxi driver bago ko sinara yung pinto ng sasakyan niya. This is my present now, my current life is what matters for me to be able to have a good future.

Pagpasok ko pa lang sa loob ng coffee shop, una kong nakita yung barista na hawak hawak yung Iced coffee ko na may malaking ngiti sa labi niya.