But they're not the usual Filipino suka and toyo
Reduce the adjectives. Elaborate your praises
Whatever happens to the fruits the mother tree has given birth to, she remains to be a tree. No more, no less.
Even as the kapok trees bear flowers that resemble beautiful clouds, they're not the exact thing how things I expect would become.
Last night, I tasted the stars. Lots of it. They were trapped in the glasses I ordered. They call it rempah. I call it heaven.
Whenever I’m alone in my room, I would take off my clothes and stand before the mirror. I see a very fat guy. I would stare at him like it were another person whom I hate. I called him names. Although in reality, that guy is me, a guy who’s fat no more
It's the most stupid unsolicited advice I have ever heard in my life. Period.