Two Pesos
Everything has a price. For example, it was raining hard one Thursday evening and I had to go home because it was getting late. I was with some friends at my classmate Gina's house for her birthday celebration while we let the flood at that street go down.
I bid goodbye lastly to my superfriend and went on my own way past the highway. When I reached the other side, I encountered the stinky flood waiting for my arrival along with some stranded people. I found some sort of improvised "bridge" built at one place. As I was about to cross it, two children came up to me and started telling me excitedly, "Dos!! Dos!!"
My pride at that moment was as high as my stinginess so I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Dos?!" I turned away and walked down the highway instead----as if I were someone important when I'm not really. I just couldn't take the fact that they have to ask payment for such a help--but on the other hand, it's like "hey!! They probably need to earn some money. After all, it's the Philippines." So in the end, I was the loser--though I managed to save up two pesos.
Rock on.
I found myself walking beside the railway and wondered if there is such thing as quick sand in the city. At that very moment, I started sinking into one (Paenaan Camp Part Two!!!). MY SHOES!!! I got off the long track and climbed the skyway to cross the road and walked down the railway where I kept thinking it would be the last moment of my life.
I got off the track (whew!!) and found a terribly flooded street in front of me. I found some haven----Cityland!! There was enough elevation to avoid the fierceness that the huge stinky mass of water was possessing. I stayed at the condo for so many fucking hours!!!
But there was little entertainment as I managed to feast my eyes onto numerous eye candies. There were lots of them--I even tailed one of them!! (I was in my flirty mood at that time so I forgave the flood).
I managed to get home after three hours and forty minutes of waiting for someone to hook me up (what can I do? I'm single and in my greatest state of drought!!!). I went around Buendia and found a good chance to get closer to... home. After a few more minutes of standing on the sidewalk (and watching another eye candy), I used a rock to get over one torrent of flood and then jumped over another and finally walked (note: WITH GREAT POISE) myself home.
Still, drought hasn't left me. But hey, it was worth keeping two pesos !! All I had to sacrifice was my (ten years of no shining) pair of black leather shoes!!
I bid goodbye lastly to my superfriend and went on my own way past the highway. When I reached the other side, I encountered the stinky flood waiting for my arrival along with some stranded people. I found some sort of improvised "bridge" built at one place. As I was about to cross it, two children came up to me and started telling me excitedly, "Dos!! Dos!!"
My pride at that moment was as high as my stinginess so I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Dos?!" I turned away and walked down the highway instead----as if I were someone important when I'm not really. I just couldn't take the fact that they have to ask payment for such a help--but on the other hand, it's like "hey!! They probably need to earn some money. After all, it's the Philippines." So in the end, I was the loser--though I managed to save up two pesos.
Rock on.
I found myself walking beside the railway and wondered if there is such thing as quick sand in the city. At that very moment, I started sinking into one (Paenaan Camp Part Two!!!). MY SHOES!!! I got off the long track and climbed the skyway to cross the road and walked down the railway where I kept thinking it would be the last moment of my life.
I got off the track (whew!!) and found a terribly flooded street in front of me. I found some haven----Cityland!! There was enough elevation to avoid the fierceness that the huge stinky mass of water was possessing. I stayed at the condo for so many fucking hours!!!
But there was little entertainment as I managed to feast my eyes onto numerous eye candies. There were lots of them--I even tailed one of them!! (I was in my flirty mood at that time so I forgave the flood).
I managed to get home after three hours and forty minutes of waiting for someone to hook me up (what can I do? I'm single and in my greatest state of drought!!!). I went around Buendia and found a good chance to get closer to... home. After a few more minutes of standing on the sidewalk (and watching another eye candy), I used a rock to get over one torrent of flood and then jumped over another and finally walked (note: WITH GREAT POISE) myself home.
Still, drought hasn't left me. But hey, it was worth keeping two pesos !! All I had to sacrifice was my (ten years of no shining) pair of black leather shoes!!
