Bakla:
Heyyy!
You're home na?
Online ka na, e.
Tomboy:
Yessy!
Huhu. Late na.
Magmi-midnight na kami nakaka-uwi.
Buti hindi kami inaabutan ng last trip ng jeep.
Grrr.
I'm so tired.
Bakla:
Sent a photo.
Tomboy:
Aww.
Wala akong load.
I'm poor.
Just POOR you. HAHAHAHA.
Bakla:
Ano baaa?
Banat nang banat, e.
Akala nakakatuwa pa.
Hindi niya alam nakakakilig na.
HAHAHAHA.
Tomboy:
Sus. Gustong-gusto niya naman...
ako.
Bakla:
Tumigil ka nga diyan, Myst.
Baka seryosohin na kita.
Tamo, ha.
Tomboy:
So, hindi ka pa seryoso?
Anong... Ano ba?
HAHAHAHA.
Bakla:
Sent a photo.
Tomboy:
Ano ba 'yan?
Bakla:
Balikan mo kapag may load ka na.
Tomboy:
Whatever.
Sent 2 photos.
Bakla:
Ay, epal.
Wala rin akong load.
HAHAHAHA.
I'm poor din.
Tomboy:
Poor me?
Bakla:
Yours only.
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My Bittersweet Memory|epistolary✓
Short StoryMyst and Razhiel were once schoolmates. She liked him but her feelings were not reciprocated for he doesn't really commit to relationships. Another reason, Raz thinks of Myst as someone who wouldn't like him. He never tried to pursue her even though...
