4 years ago, pilipit pa ang dila ko sa pagtatagalog. Madalas, pinagkakatuwaan ako ng mga kaklase ko. Kasi ngaa daw masyado akong slang.
5 years old palang kasi ko nung maging immigrant kami sa Australia. I can understand Tagalog pero I can't fluently speak the language. When I was 13 my mom decided to left me with my grandparents here in the Philippines. Sa una, I feel like I don't belong, pero dahil tayong mga pilipino ay likas na hindi racist, nagkaroon ako agad ng mga kaibigan. And even it's hot here at kahit laging kong namimiss si papa, okay na rin.
Everything's fine until he came. The childish guy from England. He's my auntie Ana's stepson but we're not really related. And now this stubborn guy is living with us here in the Philippines. And the reason is a very long story. But he always pisses me off.
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Lost Hearts
RandomI keep my distance, but somehow .. I can't help it. And I know in my heart, I'm losing.. I can't win.
