Ah, hindi ko alam ... pero gusto ko na malaman ang espanyol wika dahil ito ay isang magandang paraan upang makipag-usap.
I may be a Filipino fob but I was born and raised as a toddler in the Philippines, and I can still speak and understand that shit... And I never ever ever want to forget something that I learned on the islands more than a decade ago.
Anyways, here's the thing guys. People always claim that I myself, don't know how to talk. Well, one, talking is a mutual job. It requires two people. One who listens and one who expresses their laments while the other person looks at them in concern, while sympathizing with them all at the same time. Well, hell, that's just how I talk. Or prefer to talk, because some conversations can be tossed in the gutter for all I care.
Sure, I'm shallow enough to talk about the media sometimes, even mention a celebrity or two, but I refuse, I damn right refuse to let those types of conversations dictate the type of person I am. I don't want people to look at me and tell others, "Oh, don't talk to her, she'll just spread gossip and rumors around and all she talks about is how hot and attractive peoples features are, especially celebrities. Oh, and not to mention, her admiration for fashion and her adoration for food! It's just allll she talks about. It's like geez, first her brain got injured to the point where she doesn't remember it at all and she got into a coma as a result and then bam! Brain dead for a while, yikes! and now she can't even muster up the intel for knowledgeable conversation. She can only speak at a shallow, superficial wavelength and I got tired of it! You will too! Promise!"
I don't want to spend my conversations on mere gossip and the corrupt spreading of rumors because rumors tend to be untrue and fabricated through the tongues of many silver-tongued speakers.
Anyways... I've got a big family. Some of them are poor and they live together in a decent sized home, so it's not like they're living in poverty. They are just trying to get by. Cause I've got two of my uncles living with my grandmother and I hear tell (just a rumor by the way, no truth in the matter yet) that my aunt will be moving into their already crowded house. And I say crowded because, my grandma has a boyfriend and my uncles have children. Six in total to be frank.
Room one is for them, and then one uncle sleeps in another room with his son, and his three daughters all sleep in another room. Altogether, that's three rooms. This house is big, apparently, according to how many bedrooms there are. Another uncle sleeps in another room with his two daughters. As for my aunt? She's not there yet, and if she was, she'd probably sleep on the sofa because there's only 4 bedrooms available.
Anyways, let's make this brief. I just want out of this shithole and I need to go on a vacation back to where I hail from. The Philippines, in the sweet old island of Palawan.
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