Wading Home

The one thing I love about living in Makati is I get to walk a lot. And I get to walk alone without feeling lonely because everything around you is just too busy so the kind of thoughts that creep inside your head merely stem from the eyecandy that you devour on the streets -- isaw (particularly those disgusting chicken heads), the exciting new GRO rock band that plays in this carinderia near the hospital (skimpy skirts and agua oxinada-dyed hair galore), the astounding number of convenient stores in one street and the huge population of call center people who to me are like modern day gypsies.

Tuesday was quite a unique experience though. I was from duty and determined to window shop in Glorietta despite the throbbing varicose veins and "manas" legs. After I've had my fill of new books that I can't buy, a yummy King Kong Fuzion shake and a nice, long chat with my good friend Alvin who's barely making it alive in East Avenue Hospital, I sauntered off to Landmark to buy an umbrella coz it started to rain. I picked an indigo-colored one which cost 60 bucks. For some strange reason, indigo is starting to be my favorite color. Somber. Sensitive. Subdued. I no longer felt like a fuchia. I've made a huge transition in many aspects of my life and I had to give up a lot of things...persons...person...who mean a lot to me. I've been in Makati Medical Center for a month now and still feel like an alien, or rather some lukewarmed creature. Well, boo-hoo for me coz there's no turning back.

Anyways, there I was, walking with my cheap umbrella, past the huge billboards in front of Rustan's repeatedly showcasing this model in retro attire, bedecked with these gorgeous hunks.I found it quite amusing coz I looked so gusgusin,literally a basang-sisiw with my Gray's anatomy outfit soaked through and through, and feeling giddy-silly and there she was, all dry and perfect, looking as if she wanted to be someplace else.

I took a bus and stared out in Ayala, realizing how yummy it is to think sad thoughts with giant raindrops pattering on the window. When my condo came into view, I made para, stepped out of the door and dove/sunk in an ankle-deep cocktail of murky water and leptospirosis. Shet I literally walked through baha! Hello, Makati kaya to,the melting pot of all things dirty and polluted! When I hung on to an island for dear life, there were these 2 guys pushing this bike with an odd looking side car (the kind that carries vegetables in the market, or maybe a couple of chickens or a very small pig), embellished with a white monobloc chair. Punyemas, wala nang poise-poise to! I paid them 20 bucks so they could take me across that Buendia swamp. It was a kodak moment, me sitting prettily with on the chair with my little umbrella. I looked like the Rani or Sheikah of Payatas. It was so crazy! Too bad nobody I knew was there to laugh at me. Hehehe.

Sad Song Trip

Everything (Lifehouse)

Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?