It's been 3 days since I moved to Quezon City, Manila, in the freaking philippines. And if you can't tell, I love it.
I was pretty skeptical at first, it's not the prettiest or cleanest country, but it's so alive. To be fair, me and family probably live in the nicest place of the whole city (I'm seriously not trying to brag, but we live in a condiminum next to poverty. I'm writing this from a balcony that overlooks the other apartments and the city. I can hear cars beeping, kids playing, whistles blowing, aircons blowing. it's just bliss. And this is my life now?!
There are pools downstairs, a gym, life guards, and three 6-level malls. Still, I have to work very hard to be here, and work is crazy too. I really am 15, but I work on some crazy tech level stuff. I don't like to talk about it though since that's what my dad's for, he only likes to talk about work. I like to talk to you about the stuff people don't get to hear, you're like my therapist. I think is what they call self-therapy hahahaha.
On Sunday, the craziest thing happened. Like, from a movie type thing. Kyla and I were resting on a pool chair after a late night swim, it's pretty, it's calm. A guy came up to us to ask if the pool was closed, it was, but on seeing that he was our age and cute, we said yeah with a bit more enthusiasm. He had 2 other friends with him that he went back to and we observed how they were filming dance videos, but proper dance not just tiktok. Kyla and I were talking about how I felt like I wasn't going to make any friends because of language barrier, and she said "Don't worry, I'm going to get you some friends". I was sort of sad seeing these guys since it made me feel like I didn't have anyone to hang out with, but was it just me or did the same guy keep looking back at us?
We were supposed to go home, but I asked Kyla if we could go to the playground that was right next to them, and as we walked I started giving signal.
To be continued
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