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"Where do I begin, to tell the story of how great a love can be. The sweet love story that is older than the sea..." My father used to sing this song for my mom every siesta Sunday afternoons and often times he dedicate this to her every time they had a gig at a videoke bar. Until then, it became my favorite song too. When I was 21, after I broke up with my first boyfriend, I can't stop asking myself when will I get married or how many children will I raise with my lawfully-wedded husband. Other than burning midnight candles to pass my Engineering degree, I seriously took opportunity to look for a perfect love, however it never happened. I am so much preoccupied of my career because even after graduation, I am still zealous of being a journalist rather than an engineer which, I presume, is only suited for men. Then again I have to choose the path destined for me, so tried my very best to become an engineer in a no-matter-how-many-ways to get it, so I still could not fin

Veritas , the literary folio of the Crusader, the official student publication of Xavier University-Ateneo de Cagayan. Let me share my favorite short story I have submitted for this publication. In the arms of an artist by: Mash He walked slowly barefooted along the alley of a deserted market place, and as the crisp cold of the night strikes, he braced himself to warm his freezing senses. His torn shirt sways like the tormented wings of an ill vampire and there was nothing with him except his flesh and bones resembling of what he called a body without a soul. His balding head projects a man at 50’s but he’s just on his mid 30’s and his aging veins were embossed on his arms. The lifeless night has been a conclusion of all damnation that reached upon him; half dead, wandering like a ghost. He searched for something to eat, shelter, something that could make himself feel like human. In some corner there was a pile of garbage that marketers might have thrown during the day’s commerce-