How to be a Filipino l.h

stop: market

rule no. 8

goin to market is like goin to mall minus the aircon. perspiration and menstruation may occur.

"okay! here we are! fresh air and clean environment" i said after we went out the karatig.

luke covering his nose by his handkerchief. arte.

"hey don't do that!"

"what?!"

"don't cover your nose"

"well it smells awful"

"gago"

"i don't know what you said but it sounds like you called me bitch so..." ha... nice guess lucas

so the day goes like this, listen children.

we bought fruits and luke laughed out loud seeing the bananas we bought were small.

i don't see the problem with it.

then we went to the fish section and bought tilapia. luke even got some fish' blood and scale on his t-shirt and few mud on his pants.

i got nothing.

fast forward now... we are going to eat some food as i am starving.

i looked over luke and saw him struggling to carry plastic bags full of wet items. no, don't think about it the dirty way.

and i am the one carrying dry goods.

may i add that he is fucking sweaty?

-

karatig-small jeepney

arte- too grand, bitchy idk :)

gago- bitch; motherfucker

tilapia- a kind of fish commonly eaten in the philippines

 

thank you so much for liking my story and find it fun! please continue to comment and vote! please spread the word about this book if you just want to.. tihee:)

i wrote during maths yesterday so...