yep.
It happened last Wednesday. I once again rode in the same jeep with this beautiful stranger who i rode with twice before.This time she sat across me. Or rather, I sat across her, on purpose. Funny thing. When I was on my way to the jeepney station, I was wishing I'd see her again. Lo and behold- I was queued up- and she was a couple of people in front of me. As usual, she was with her mom (or aunt, or naighbor, I dunno).
She's got a really cute smile. I wonder if she noticed me. Hell, I wonder if she remembers my face. Maybe not. You don't really bother remembering uninteresting people, anyway. IF she does remember me, it could be as "the headband wearing fag playing a pink PSP."
When we got down at circle... I noticed... she's actually taller than me by a couple or so inches. Damn.
Maybe she's a member of their varsity. Or a part-time model. Maybe she already has a boyfriend who's taller than she is. Closer to her age, too.
Sucks to be old. O well.
Sigh.
Beautiful stranger...
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I worked on a couple of watercolor paintings for an exhibit on the 20th, in Greenhills. Wilson Street. If anyone wants to attend, note me.

Special thanks to

for inviting me to join the exhibit.
