Saturday, May 7, 2011

i digress


HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Ma, words are not enough to prove how grateful I am to you. :*

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Good Samaritans

A friend told me not to trust anybody: a man curious of what time was it could be a rapist, a girl lost for directions could be a swindler, a beggar could be anything (yeah you got the picture) because everyone has his own motives, he said. I guess my friend has grown cynical.

Lately, I realized that there were still people in need of real help, without the hidden agenda. And there are people still willing to help without asking anything in return.

I was on my way to DFA when someone behind kept on hollering “Ate! Ate!” since my name—Nickky Faustine—did not have any “ate” in it, I snubbed the calling. When I reached Cuneta Astrodome, I guessed that somebody got tired from shouting, ran past me, and gave my I.D. OMG. I was like, ‘thank you so much, I love you na!’ imagine how long that ate has been calling me, just to give my I.D. O___O


I was always lost. I’ve never liked directions. I sucked with places, hence I loathe traveling alone.

Last Thursday, my ojt required me to go to Pasig. I was in front of Megamall, frantically looking everywhere. Shoot. I was lost, again.

I approached Kuya ‘pasig-police-whatever’ to ask where is this, that, those.

“Go there (pointing to a tall building), when you see a stoplight, go left, then left again.”

To the left. To the left. Whatever.

So I followed his instruction, walked briskly, and chased others who I hoped for were also going to the same destination.

Much to my surprise O_____O kuya ‘pasig-police-whatever’ followed my trail and gave me a lift. Whoah! He offered me a free ride.

Snubbing the precautions my friend told me that police officers couldn’t be trustworthy, I hopped on the motor and prayed that kuya would really drive me to my destination.

I would never want to be cynical, just cautious I guess. Believe me, there are still good Samaritans out there. So ate and kuya police, salamat po! :D

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I feel for you

“Last year, first sem, I ran away from somebody and regretted it. I was clueless and love-fool. By the time I realized my mistake, he was already miles away.”

I feel for you.

“I reverted to doodling in my notebook and scrutinizing my phone whenever I felt like threatened so I would seem busy.”

I feel for you.

“I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother. I’m a sinner I’m a saint, I do not feel the ashamed. I’m your elf I’m your dream. I’m nothing in between. I’m a bitch I’m a tease, I’m a goddess on my knees when you’re hurt when you suffer I’m your angel undercover.”

I feel for you.

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What could have been?

7—EK—7p.m.—8—ring—snob—wow—start—like—on—deep—love—ephemeral—sad—if—fault—exactlyoneyear—8 #

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