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     This is gonna be one of my non-sense updates. But here I go now typing this. I won’t be here for a long time, I guess maybe a week or two because of my project loads and I’ll be joining a contest

(an essay contest which I still haven’t figured out why I won).

     I’m running out of ideas right now but I guess I’ll be elaborating that clause on the parenthesis first.

Wow Sid PMDAS lang.

     So yeah this goes like this. Two months ago my friends insisted on letting me join an essay contest during our school intramurals, I clearly said I won’t because first they will let me join on the filipino category.

What the hell?

     I couldn’t think straight from that very moment because writing in filipino isn’t my thing. What I mean is that I haven’t tried it yet and formlessly I learned that language just like 8 years ago. I even cried when I was freshman in highschool because I almost got a failing grade on our filipino subject. I’m thankful that my teachers before were considerate and let me pass, what would they expect from a student who just moved to the Philippines and knows only a bit from it’s culture. Don’t get me wrong like I love this country and my nationality it’s just that my mom and dad haven’t teach me filipino when I was young but I know our locals vernacular which is bisaya since we use to go home to my mom and dad’s hometown during vacations. To sum it up I don’t why in the world did I won. I feel so clueless it’s just like I was writing everything that pops in my head and viola 1500+ fil words in a matter of 2 hours. Should I love myself better now? Kidding.

     Ang lungkot-lungkot ko.

Wala. Di ako naiiyak. Pero maraming gumugulo sa isip ko. Kasama ka doon.

     Sa dami ng (?) at (!), andito na ang (,). At inaasahan ko na ang bagay na kinakatakot ko, ang (.). Pero umaasa pa rin akong manganganak ito at magiging (…)

     Marami akong gustong sabihin. Pero bukod sa wala na akong lakas ng loob, siguradong tatawanan mo ako o tatapunan ng irap, kaya nagkasya na lang ako sa mga bantas. Niligtas na naman ako ng balarila.

     Humihingi rin ako ng tulong sa prosa. Makakuha lang ako ng tyempo. Makapagkape lang ako, hintayin mo. Gagawan kita ng love letter. ‘Yung ikaiiyak mo, (hindi ko lang alam kung sa tuwa o sa lungkot o sa pagkapoot).

     ‘Yung tipong, nagdaan na ang maraming rebolusyon at ebolusyon, pero ikaw, parang tuod pa ring ginugupo ng isang pirasong papel na dinungisan na ng kumupas na tinta ng ballpen.