prexypinoy to the world

630 PM I am patiently waiting for the MRT going to Admiralty. 3 MINS the screen shows. I grabbed my phone and browse at my photos. Smiled a little. Reminisce the days when I was in Boracay. I was 23 then. 23 and naïve. Ah, there’s nothing much difference now. Grinned at myself. 30 mins. My ride would take me thirty minutes or so before I reach home. I busied myself into the wonders of the internet. News of Yolanda flooded all over social media. I am shaking off the feeling. I opened my Ibooks and read my unfinished novel. At some point in my journey, I stopped and savored the idea. My imagination at its best. Sad the the lady in my novel felt something for the guy but the guy never noticed. Why does it always have to be like that? I feel pity. Ah, this makes me sad. I looked around. Couples are sitting side by side. Some hugging, some leaning and others, separately open-mouthed asleep. Realities. I lost my interest. I positioned myself comfortably in my seat and ju...

I am home for good. I went to Cebu for reasons I do not know. I saw Rachel and she offered me and the rest to stay at their house. I grabbed the chance. Later we went to a beach, a very sunny and crowded beach with ladies all soiled up from beach volley and others, leisurely reading novels on a huge towel. Wow! Everyone seems to be having the time of their lives. I checked my phone. Geez! I am back to my goody ‘ol ever reliable Nokia phone. I have a reception. I glanced around and I realized I haven’t talked to my family about my moving into Cebu yet. I felt sick to my stomach. Why didn’t I inform them before packing all my bags and moving out from Singapore ? I felt guilty. I felt naïve. I felt I have hurt them badly. I checked my Iphone. No connection from my past. They all went blur. I realized I haven’t even handed my resignation letter. Why did I rush things like this? I said to myself. I was having a hard time thinking why I agreed to move out anyway. I felt co...