its been a while, but its been a crazy week. like being in a rubber tube floating on a pool on summer, taking in some sun and cool ... dirty water. the type where you're stuck there so you might as well have fun.
let me start with the cab. not the first cab i took but rather the last one. took a walk a couple of blocks from the office to spare myself from the sticky traffic i can never find myself accepting. its like having to take the world's demand for you to fail.and something about leaving your victory dependent on someone elses weakness never struck me as a good thing. so i walk. and when the metal crowds trickle down into open roads i hail a cab.
ugly, as usual, messy white cab with dirty blue covers. mustache man sweatng in the pits. but he was nice. no hints about how money was tough so give me a tip kinda deal. or "sa iba na lang boss traffic dun." he talked pleasantly and found me the best route to glorietta. i managed a decent conversation, my mouth ran as the traffic eased and i shut up when it clamped down. dizzy, it made me. but i was feeling melancholic anyway, for some reason i could not fathom. hollow chest, the kind with a ticklish feeling, mostly felt with slight anxiety about something which you know not what. fidgeted with my mobile as i bantered with the shallow conversation i was having.
the fare hit 50 and the driver was fine with it. he never hinted at anything. he reassured me with a laugh that it was fine. money was tough. how cooool is that!!!
dropped down glorietta 2. walked through the mall.....
and thus i parted with a really good phone.
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