Tuesdays. Raining. 15 pesos in my pocket.
One day before payday.
Payday for loans.
Craving for maki. To think I hate Japanese food.
Irony.
30 and broke. 30 and single. 30 and…30.
I laugh at young adolescents who whine about lack of
adventures.
They have a choice. They chose to whine.
Friction. Or the lack thereof.
Can’t remember the time I let myself go.
I always have a problem with restraint.
Dinner last night with a friend made me think
loneliness in Paris is the same in Manila.
Just fancier. Postcard-like.
Spinach is good.
I never thought I’ll appreciate the texture
Or the slimy color, but I did.
Did not grow biceps though.
Need to settle with myself.
I miss being OK.
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