(This is from my old blog, dated back in August 22, 2012. I recall typing this in a moving bus on my way back to Manila.
I am trying to revive whatever content I have from my Blogspot and putting it here. Just choosing what's appropriate to show in public. Haha.)
I'm staring blankly right now at an overhead clock that signals it's already 7:58 in the evening.
Some four hours more and this day is over.
The bus I'm riding now is playing instrumental songs that you could, pretty much, likely hear at fine dining restaurants and cafés.
I wish I was in either. But the aroma of coffee or even the smell of cooked steak was nowhere present.
All I taste in my lips was the dinner I had at the Naga stop-over. 'Kinunot,' a native dish, which was served by the cute Chinese boy in that food joint. I bet he's the owner's son.
Going back here in the bus, the lights which are dimmed in subtle yellow perfects the mood of melancholy. I can feel the loneliness sucking out all my happiness.
I feel lonely.
Or I could just imagine I'm in that fine-dining restaurant instead.