the sights -
- I saw two girls, students of UP probably, wearing a peasant type of skirt. that skirt I've wanting for so looong already.
- a group of oldies who look like they've been friends all they're lives. I always calls them patupat gang named after the Ilocano delicacy similar to rice cakes.
the sounds -
- the table beside me sat two girls and i can't help overhearing their conversation...
G1: hey girl! I'm soooo sorry I'm late.
G2: Panic! I haven't studied yet. Grabe, fear!
- playing in the background were feel good music - now that i found you, when you say nothing at all, out of my league... all of a sudden i heard a familiar voice. it's familiar but it's the familiar voice I didn't like hearing... it's Juris of MYMP. it was torture, man!
I'm almost done with my entry and kateh hasn't arrived yet. If I knew that it would take her this long to get here, I would've ordered coffee instead of juice. Coffee here is refillable.
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