Saturday morning, after work:
Buying a pack of death sticks, the old man asked how old I was.
Stunned, I was not able to reply to his question.
Then, he asked again.
"Ilang taon ka na?"
Desperately salivating over a stick of menthols, I woke up and realized the man thought I was a minor.
"27." I replied.
Charot man o hindi, he made my day.
Sarap maging minor. HAHAHA.
Money Grab
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There is this low level of frustration festering just below the surface
that colors (or darkens) my daily life: this whole farce of a government is
noth...
3 days ago

1 comment:
Gotta enjoy it while you can. ;)
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