Why Walking the Streets Inspires Me
When the sun was about to set earlier this afternoon, I took a walk not so far away. I seek for food that would satisfy me and eliminate the hunger that my physical form feels.
Little feebly steps, I took. One house away. Further more. I walked on the side across the blind curve because I got used to. They said walking on the blind curve feeds the soul fetcher. I shrugged, but I obeyed my friends anyway. I still have big dreams. A block away from the curve was the place that would have the ability to fill me.
I arrived, only to find out that the waitress, new, judging by the way she does things, doesn't know how to cook a half-cooked sunny side up. She had to scrap the first egg. Bummer. Mother hen got tired of pushing it out. Crying over wrongly fried egg wouldn't help. Okay, I'm getting a little bit tired of waiting. My mean side is about to eat up the sweet me.
While waiting, I saw a fellow Filipino shouting out to a foreigner who lives in the same village:
Pinoy: Hi *Matt!
Matt: Hey, I didn't know you were there, buddy.
Pinoy: I'm here oh. Here, *pointing to the ground just above his feet*.
Matt: Yeah, you're like camouflaged or something.
Pinoy: *Silence for 3 seconds.* Where?
Matt: *puzzled face*
I chuckled. Eavesdropping is not terrible most of the time. Sometimes, it can make you laugh. No discrimination, whatsoever, okay? I'm a Filipino.
Finally, after what seems like forever, ate [a Filipino term to refer to someone older] has finished preparing the stuff that would stuff me tonight. I grabbed my order and slowly walked away. When I passed by talking duo, I heard Matt explaining to the Filipino what he actually meant. Yes, he explained the word camouflage.
As I walked away, the waitress, who was really friendly, shouted, "Bye, ganda." Ganda means beautiful. I just smiled. That erased my irritation earlier. Lol. She's just making up.
Little feebly steps, I took. One house away. Further more. I walked on the side across the blind curve because I got used to. They said walking on the blind curve feeds the soul fetcher. I shrugged, but I obeyed my friends anyway. I still have big dreams. A block away from the curve was the place that would have the ability to fill me.
I arrived, only to find out that the waitress, new, judging by the way she does things, doesn't know how to cook a half-cooked sunny side up. She had to scrap the first egg. Bummer. Mother hen got tired of pushing it out. Crying over wrongly fried egg wouldn't help. Okay, I'm getting a little bit tired of waiting. My mean side is about to eat up the sweet me.
While waiting, I saw a fellow Filipino shouting out to a foreigner who lives in the same village:
Pinoy: Hi *Matt!
Matt: Hey, I didn't know you were there, buddy.
Pinoy: I'm here oh. Here, *pointing to the ground just above his feet*.
Matt: Yeah, you're like camouflaged or something.
Pinoy: *Silence for 3 seconds.* Where?
Matt: *puzzled face*
I chuckled. Eavesdropping is not terrible most of the time. Sometimes, it can make you laugh. No discrimination, whatsoever, okay? I'm a Filipino.
Finally, after what seems like forever, ate [a Filipino term to refer to someone older] has finished preparing the stuff that would stuff me tonight. I grabbed my order and slowly walked away. When I passed by talking duo, I heard Matt explaining to the Filipino what he actually meant. Yes, he explained the word camouflage.
As I walked away, the waitress, who was really friendly, shouted, "Bye, ganda." Ganda means beautiful. I just smiled. That erased my irritation earlier. Lol. She's just making up.
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2 dropped their thoughts:
is that Abby Road?
I guess so. The picture is from tumblr.
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