School...
The teacher's lecture echo through my mind like the constant rattling of a typewriter, naks. School was cool today. There was this time awhile ago, the teacher left the room and all my classmates scattered around the room like rats. I was sitting down, drifting into sweet sleep until I noticed something. Their were groups. Groups I have never seen before. "Kikay" girls on my back, conyo boys on my left, the kalog and "manyak" boys in front of me, and the so-called "sudras," (Hindu term for "outcasts" or "slaves") on my right. And then something hit me, if you put 30 people in a room as 1, they'll group themselves according to their attitude, personality, appearance, intellect, interests and so on and so forth. Hehe, its interesting. I was amazed because I don't find it hard hanging out with anyone of these groups. I feel comfortable with each one of them. Thats it...
The teacher's lecture echo through my mind like the constant rattling of a typewriter, naks. School was cool today. There was this time awhile ago, the teacher left the room and all my classmates scattered around the room like rats. I was sitting down, drifting into sweet sleep until I noticed something. Their were groups. Groups I have never seen before. "Kikay" girls on my back, conyo boys on my left, the kalog and "manyak" boys in front of me, and the so-called "sudras," (Hindu term for "outcasts" or "slaves") on my right. And then something hit me, if you put 30 people in a room as 1, they'll group themselves according to their attitude, personality, appearance, intellect, interests and so on and so forth. Hehe, its interesting. I was amazed because I don't find it hard hanging out with anyone of these groups. I feel comfortable with each one of them. Thats it...
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