standing here until you make me move

Being a football fan sucks sometimes. If your team doesn't drive you mad (Arsenal), it will break your heart (BARCELONA).

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Twelve hours away from Manila and borrowing Wifi from this cafe in Embarcadero with the best furniture and really good coffee that comes with two pieces of toast we didn't expect to be thick as half a loaf of bread. If you want to know the value of an hour, ask someone who just missed their bus, plane, or train; if you want to know the value of twelve, ask your coccyx. Running kind of late now and run-through will be starting soon, so I can't ramble, but I just want to say, while I'm still here: I've been in Manila too long, I don't want to go home.


ETA: Sometimes I have conversations that go like this:

Security guard: Excuse me, ma'am, kutsilyo ba iyang nasa bulsa mo?
Me: Ah. Opo. Kutsilyo ko lang po.
Security guard: Malaki po ba?
Me: Um. Hindi naman po.
Security guard: Pwede bang patingin?
Me: Ito po yun. (unclips and brings out knife, does not flip it open, because I have sense)
Security guard: Ah. (beat) Sa susunod, itago nyo na lang, ha? Bawal ho kasi.
Me: Tinatago ko naman siya talaga, kaso lang po kasi mababaw yung bulsa ng pantalon ko eh.
Security guard: Ah. Okay.
Me: (tucks knife into pocket) Okay. Salamat po.

standing here until you make me move

Being a football fan sucks sometimes. If your team doesn't drive you mad (Arsenal), it will break your heart (BARCELONA).

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Twelve hours away from Manila and borrowing Wifi from this cafe in Embarcadero with the best furniture and really good coffee that comes with two pieces of toast we didn't expect to be thick as half a loaf of bread. If you want to know the value of an hour, ask someone who just missed their bus, plane, or train; if you want to know the value of twelve, ask your coccyx. Running kind of late now and run-through will be starting soon, so I can't ramble, but I just want to say, while I'm still here: I've been in Manila too long, I don't want to go home.


ETA: Sometimes I have conversations that go like this:

Security guard: Excuse me, ma'am, kutsilyo ba iyang nasa bulsa mo?
Me: Ah. Opo. Kutsilyo ko lang po.
Security guard: Malaki po ba?
Me: Um. Hindi naman po.
Security guard: Pwede bang patingin?
Me: Ito po yun. (unclips and brings out knife, does not flip it open, because I have sense)
Security guard: Ah. (beat) Sa susunod, itago nyo na lang, ha? Bawal ho kasi.
Me: Tinatago ko naman siya talaga, kaso lang po kasi mababaw yung bulsa ng pantalon ko eh.
Security guard: Ah. Okay.
Me: (tucks knife into pocket) Okay. Salamat po.