The moment I was seated comfortably, I dug my right pocket to pay the jeepney fare. Sensing that I had no barya, I just opted to use the 20-peso bill.
“Bayad ho.”
Math
The sound of your name
Makes me think of something lame
The way it rings in my ears
It can almost put me to tears
Makes me think of something lame
The way it rings in my ears
It can almost put me to tears
Crushed 1: That Time We Had A Homework In Reading
Elementary, second grade: that time, I just needed someone to make goo-goo eyes on. It was the earliest manifestation of peer pressure: to have a crush like everyone else. It got to a point where I can’t squeeze myself into their conversations anymore because I had no one to fawn about. I wished we could have just gotten back to playing Chinese garter and collecting stickers.
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