Angas. 

That natural angas. 

That's what Seulgi have.

Ito yung nag-marka sa akin nung narinig ko siyang binara - in her tamang may diin, but tamang gentle way - si Sir Roque, yung napapanot na naming teacher sa Araling Panlipunan na mukhang butanding (no offense sa butanding).

I can still remember the time - that was 3:30pm. It was May 6. We were in second year high school then.

Roque was prattling on and on about why we should study hard lest we want to be a streetsweeper in Manila's putrid streets.

Tahimik lang ang klase. 

Balot sa tamang antipathy and ennui. 

Then this girl with a snapback spoke up.

"Sir," she said. 

"Hindi ba sa halip siguro na ang maging impetus natin sa pag-aaral ay yung 'wag tayo maging abang mahirap tulad ng what you're trying to imply by looking down on street sweepers, hindi ba dapat ang maging motivation natin in striving to have good, quality education e para matulungan natin maiangat isa't isa? Kasama na dito yung mga masisipag at hardworking na naglilinis ng mga kalsada natin na nagkataong kaya mahirap pa rin ay dahil rin sa expediencies and exploitation ng sistemang ginagalawan natin?"

"Mga hindi lang sila marunong gumamit ng pera ng maayos, Seulgi. For all we know, 'yung kinikita nila pinang-to-toma lang nila, pinang-bibisyo, kung anu-ano pa. Napakarami pa mag-anak."

"I agree na it can be because of individual misgivings and bad decisions. Pero S