A lot of things can happen while waiting.
Yesterday, I was waiting for a friend somewhere when a girl approached me. "Excuse me, miss. Can I take a couples of minutes of your time?" I managed to put on a straight face and make a gesture to the effect that she can indeed take a "couples of minutes" of my time but inside, I was screaming OH MY GOD, worthy of Janice from the sitcom "Friends."
It turned out the girl was doing some fundraising thing... selling pens with calendars and all but I didn't understand another word she said, not because of the constant chatter of the people around us nor the music from some loudspeaker or another but because my mind just stopped understanding what she was saying and focused on every little grammatical error she made. Yes, the Grammar Nazi has returned. Funny things happen to those who wait.
Waiting. I hate that word.
Waiting. If you really want to torture someone, make him/her wait for something (or someone). You'll never know what the future holds and you can't do anything else but wait. It's the most horrifying word in the dictionary. Waiting.
Waiting.
That was what a girl was doing late last night by the Manila Peninsula. I was dropping my friend off at the taxi stand near the hotel so I slowed down a bit since I wasn't too familiar with the area. A girl in black was there, smiling in the general direction of the car and I thought that she mistook the car for someone else's... thinking it was her sundo. But then, she waved her hand in a way that I could only interpret as a pick-me-up signal. I wonder how long she's been waiting in that very spot and how long it took before another car came after me... one that would take her up on her offer. It's fascinating how tomorrow's bills will be paid by waiting by a lamp post at 11:30 p.m.
Waiting.
It's what I'm doing now... waiting for the COMELEC Precinct Finder page to load. I keep on thinking about a lot of things while waiting: how much I actually enjoyed taking up the 6 units of Filipino, Eric Bana as the father of my future illegitimate children, that I need to remind my groupmate to email me the powerpoint presentation for Tuesday, Eric Bana, the poor girl that offered me the pens but I couldn't blurt out anything coherent because I was trying so hard not to laugh..."
Waiting.
Yesterday, I was waiting for a friend somewhere when a girl approached me. "Excuse me, miss. Can I take a couples of minutes of your time?" I managed to put on a straight face and make a gesture to the effect that she can indeed take a "couples of minutes" of my time but inside, I was screaming OH MY GOD, worthy of Janice from the sitcom "Friends."
It turned out the girl was doing some fundraising thing... selling pens with calendars and all but I didn't understand another word she said, not because of the constant chatter of the people around us nor the music from some loudspeaker or another but because my mind just stopped understanding what she was saying and focused on every little grammatical error she made. Yes, the Grammar Nazi has returned. Funny things happen to those who wait.
Waiting. I hate that word.
Waiting. If you really want to torture someone, make him/her wait for something (or someone). You'll never know what the future holds and you can't do anything else but wait. It's the most horrifying word in the dictionary. Waiting.
Waiting.
That was what a girl was doing late last night by the Manila Peninsula. I was dropping my friend off at the taxi stand near the hotel so I slowed down a bit since I wasn't too familiar with the area. A girl in black was there, smiling in the general direction of the car and I thought that she mistook the car for someone else's... thinking it was her sundo. But then, she waved her hand in a way that I could only interpret as a pick-me-up signal. I wonder how long she's been waiting in that very spot and how long it took before another car came after me... one that would take her up on her offer. It's fascinating how tomorrow's bills will be paid by waiting by a lamp post at 11:30 p.m.
Waiting.
It's what I'm doing now... waiting for the COMELEC Precinct Finder page to load. I keep on thinking about a lot of things while waiting: how much I actually enjoyed taking up the 6 units of Filipino, Eric Bana as the father of my future illegitimate children, that I need to remind my groupmate to email me the powerpoint presentation for Tuesday, Eric Bana, the poor girl that offered me the pens but I couldn't blurt out anything coherent because I was trying so hard not to laugh..."
Waiting.
The most painful thing in the world. The worst way to torture yourself. But here I am, inflicting pain on myself.
I've been waiting for a lot of things... a lot of people for most of my life. But sometimes, waiting just isn't enough. A lot of things happen while we wait around-- life happens. And now, I'm ready to be part of what happens outside the world of waiting.
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