This afternoon, on our way home.

Dad instructs the taxi driver and says, we go left and right!
Oh my, split the car in two? 

LMAO.

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After what seemed years of waiting
Diana Edelweiss have finally landed and she is a beautiful thing.

Today is one of those days where being guarded didn’t benefit me at all, or perhaps it did (in retrospect), if anything, my usual bus stop pose - arms folded, desiring to be left alone, gazing off to nowhere led to a brief, strange encounter with a drunken man. It all started when he told me to chill, as he doesn’t bite, out of the blue, even though I was already on the dismissal of his presence. A restrained, guarded smile was all I could deliver. He’s had a drink, a couple or two, and deemed it justifiable as it was his first day off after 24 days of working. What am I supposed to say back, I was clueless. A series of apologies, again came out of nowhere, he didn’t mean to bother anyone, however did it so in this strange manner leaving me unconvinced, my guarded smile had learnt its cue. I uttered a word or two. I think it was ‘thanks’ and ‘no problem’ (ok that’s not two), making an effort to pull a non-descript face. And then he asked me where I was from, and then off to more questions, a response, awkward smiles and recognition. There was nothing much to absorb on his part as I am not one to spew out my life story in a bus stop to a person I would never see again. Most of the time I didn’t know what’s been said. Yet I gathered where he used to work, the places he visited for work, the area he worked in and how it offers poor money. He repeated it too many times, that ‘poor money’. At this point, I was less scared and yet still weirded out by this unusual exchange of words. He was a man in his forties, says so by my psychic abilities, who has had a drink and probably on his way home, waiting for his bus and then perhaps insulted by the gestures of a girl stood next to him as they were left alone in the bus stop. And I was a student, minding her own business while waiting for her bus suddenly caught off guard by a blunt introduction.

I still don’t know what to make out of all this.

But a weird feeling on my part have crept up, I don’t know if I am just way too cautious of anything or suddenly my prejudices have caught up with me, either way, it went on full display earlier.

As it turns out, he was taking the same bus as me. And I decided to let him take the ride first. Yes, I went on to pretend I have a different route, I’m sorry but this is the part where I have to cut all ties. And so we part, he greeted me a nice day. I didn’t have the chance to greet back. I stared at the blinking sun and thought what a wonderful day for lending ears to a stranger who may be a potential killer, a perv, a waster or a typical hardworker, a family man, or just a man who doesn’t seem to mind talking to strangers on a bright sunny day.

I think people are getting the wrong idea here.

Yes. I want to go out. Yes I am ready for a drink or two. Yes. I think I'm coming out.
But I'm not the next *insert buffoon celebrity here*.

This Friday it's official, I'm going out.
Ika ni Shakespeare, youth's a stuff that will not endure. Somewhere along those lines...
Kaya sagot naman ni Gwen Stefani, What you waitin, what you waitin for. Tick tock tick tock take a chance you stupid hoe.

hahaha

anu daw.