Random iPhone ramblings

The shuttle. - August 12
Contains vignettes on how different people are. Haha i am inspired to type this down because i am in one now. You see, shuttle passengers are different people. Office workers, college students, lolas, couples, siblings and all. You have regular bus mates. You know where their stop is. You just know them by face but you somehow feel connected.

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Alone. Peoplewatching. - August 30
I am always fond of peoplewatching. I'm in starbucks waiting for someone. Bored. I forgot my reliable novel at home. Just flirted with the cute barista and drinking my grande Caramel Macchiato and nibbling my oatmeal cookie. . Unlike other people, i dont go to starbucks to be pacool. I go to starbucks to peoplewatch. I like being a loser and spending my time here. Alone. By myself. Writing. I could possibly be a filmmaker. Fond of writing vignettes of all sorts of things. I see two girlfriends on my right doing nothing. They dont even meet each other's eyes. I see a family on my left hanging out. Laughing. I see them having fun. I see a cute guy through the glass. Oh hold that thought , he's gay!

For the insecure girl

I'm darker underneath,
I'm darker by far,
I'm as dark as hell,
you know who you are.

My Eyes, I always,
I wished they were green,
My skin is so damn brown,
with the sun it don't seem.

My fingernails I shoulda,
stuck them on,
the hair on my lip,
I shoulda waxed it off.

You know my lips could do with,
a little more pout,
the mole on my chin,

I could do without.

My cheek bones they never,
set real high,
I'll get some bone put in,
the can take it from my thigh.

- The waifs

verdict

Daddy used to tell me that I'm the dreamer. But I'd like to be the doer. I will be like him. soon. :)

Manila: I love you and hate you at the same time.

The title tells it all.

I have a love-hate relationship with manila since forever. I hate the pollution and how it is congested with people and cars and vendors and everything.

I am seriously trying to get out of this place as soon as possible. However, I also don't wanna leave this place because I know that there are still so many things and sites to see. I love the mysteriousness of dear manila.

Being the pampered child I was(yes, i've never been out of south alone until i started working.), I could say that i have yet to see the eskinitas and secret spots of manila.Heck! I haven't been to Cubao x either.

I could fall in love with manila .. It's not too late..

But first of all.. I have to wait for a something first and learn how to use it. It'll be my companion for the 'excursion' . I'm gonna have to binge on 120 films for my baby rico(i nicknamed my holga.. i'm psychotic).. :)

So yea, manila we'll date soon. :P

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Sometimes I feel like i was born in a different era. That i was meant to be older. I'm always fond of old stuff. I love going to our attic and find old treasures that I could still use. Mommy's old clothes and old photos that take my breath away.

One of my wishes on ze list is to get a timemachine. I just want to experience the life in the 60's and 70's. Life as a 19-year old that is.

I want to see EDSA before the humongous billboards. I want to experience the traffic-less manila. I want to go to Manila when it wasn't infested by holdappers and snachers. I want
to eat a 2-peso meal at Aristocrat. I want to use an oldskul camera.

Hay, that's beyond impossible... :D

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Random thoughts
- I am starting to hate colorums. !!
-.. and pervs (manyak na tricycle drivers!)
- woohoo.. undecided.
-i missed vlagging.
- i've come to realize that it's comfty to wear dresses to work.
- one month. :)

oh hi!

Okay...

You know what's fun about commuting ?(trust me I myself am surprised about this sudden fondness of commuting)... It's when you pass through Skyway .. you let your mind be blank and stare at the makati view slowly disappearing as you get closer to the south... Tas me background music pa noh? It's somehow euphoric. I dunno if the same thing happens to other people pero I find it really relaxing. though ang sikip sa shuttle diba?! haha

Ang fun den maging tsismosa, alam mo yun.. kahit na you have earphones plugged on your ears

...and yea, random hotties are a given

cheers!

mina

Something I wrote...Story storyhan hehe: Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any similarity or likeness to any events or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Relieved. She felt relieved after that last puff of her cigarette. At times like these, dear old nicotine is her only companion. Smoking is like an art for her. She pours her emotions and frustrations in every puff she does letting the smoke take over her system. Every fucking day she does this. She isn’t even scared getting caught by her mother who is strongly against nicotine intake. She would never notice anyway, she reminds herself.

She can’t remember how or when she started smoking or how she got hooked with it. Maybe it was at the peak of her college life. Weekly parties, drinking sessions every other day getting drunk, forgetting about everything else and not getting caught. She tried basically everything… Not really, she swore she would never take drugs. A few addictions are more than enough.

About that, she has a couple of addictions. One of which is her weight. Yes, I’ll tell you more about it later.

She’s like a bomb that’s waiting to self destruct and everyone were oblivious to that fact. Nobody knows what she is going through. No matter how supportive her friends are, she could never bring herself into talking to them intimately. Everyone thought she was that happy go lucky girl who never gets depressed. Deep inside, her world is slowly crumbling. Nobody notices that.

She takes another stick of cigarette, lights it up then puts it between her lips, inhaling and exhaling her problems away. These will all soon be gone, she thought to herself, soon.

Her life hasn’t been fun these days. All she does is be like a character from The Sims, without the working part. At least those Sims have jobs; I don’t have one to begin with, she tells herself often. Her life is a routine. Her days consists of waking up late, facebook-ing, occasional meals, crying over a sappy soap opera.

tbc. Pag sinipag ako.. :D

mixed signs

I feel weird. I like talking to you. It's like we get each other.

hmmmmm.. I'm speechless



:)