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Yesterday, I was going to my dance training. I left home early so I could have sometime to wait for an fx, and successfully, got an empty fx. Though not really empty -for there were two people in the front seat- I just sat behind. I was thinking it would be a fast ride due to the fact that it was not traffic. It really wasn't. At some point, the usual fx I ride has to turn right going to Metrowalk.. But this fx did not. It turned left to Megamall.

At first I was about to shout at him, but instead, out of sadness, I just kept quiet. It turned out that the driver just went around just for more passengers. I got even so pissed I somehow had a hard time breathing. When more passengers came in, they sat on my line. Me being like the common person (for now), I made usod-usod (Translation: To adjust the way you sit.) I then moved to the side, and something hit my shoulder. It was a lock from one of the windows. In all the pain, I still had a hard time breathing. All that time, I massaged it. It went away slowly.

After waiting for passengers, the fx finally turned right. In my head, it felt like I won 1st place for winning an international prize. Now, at some point of commuting, he went straight ahead, (usually will turn left at Metrowalk) and there, it was like a ramp. More of a slide going down. And the driver was trying (Emphasis on trying) to look cool. He was holding the wheel like a gangster. He was laughing too. He was doing these poses. He was even wearing a rainbow snap back.

It wasn't much of a long ride. My usual travel time is 10-30 minutes. The worst I had was an hour (Literally one hour) So I gotten used to it anyway. This was one of the most horrible and funniest ride I've experienced. Horrible because of the passengers. Funniest because of the way the driver did when he drove down.

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The Annoying

Last, last week, I was at church. (I go to CCF) All the normal stuff happened and I went off to eat lunch at the cafeteria. I bought my food and sat with a few friends on the table. Four, to be exact. We were all just talking about random stuff. The other two were mostly talking about anime. While my bestfriend, Misha, and I were just talking about internet news. While talking, (Heads up, I have twin friends.) one of my friends. Let's call her Twin 1, shall we? So Twin 1 arrives screeching "OMG! Hi Anton! Kamusta na?" (Translation: OMG! Hi Anton! How are you?) I answered that I'm fine and she sat down. She then started blabbing about what happened and somehow does not notice that I don't care. I wanted to throw my phone at her, but it was charging, unfortunately.

Shortly after Twin 1's talking, her sister, Twin 2 arrived and they left. Then Misha left just to buy a drink while the two people talking about anime stayed. I just pulled up my hoodie and tried to sleep on the table. I heard Misha go back and asked one of my friends if I was sleeping. My friend said I was... And I wasn't. I just wanted to be in my own world for a few minutes and rest.

It took around 10 minutes of peace until some person comes by. It was Twin 1. She poked me once, then another one. Until I woke up. I asked "Ano gusto mo?" (What do you want?)
"Ay, natutulog ka ba?" (Oops, were you sleeping?) she asked.
Me being pissed off by someone disturbing me in my world, I said, "Well, not anymore thanks to you." Fortunately she didn't understand much English in my accent. So she didn't really care. She just kept blabbing about her life.

I then sat up properly, and said "So, what's happening?" Most of their responses were, "Not much." With me trying to let Twin 1 go away, I tried yawning. She didn't leave. She started to become more quiet and then said that she needed to go home. I said bye and she finally left. The Annoying.

P.S. not mentioning the names. For privacy. Thanks.
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Come Get Me, 2015.

2014 is done. Day 9, of January... 2015. What to do? Hope that what January is going to do to you, is good. If not, it will give you another set of hell. It may not sound good, but it is indeed, true. 2014 is one the years that are full of:

• Emotion
• Fun
• Friendships
• Hate
• Acceptance

But overall, it was a good year. Again, I have no idea what January will give me. There are ONLY three possibilities though.First, is a good year, or second is a hell year, and third possibly both.

Yes. Short post. Sorry, not sorry.

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No, It's Becky.

Note: The title has nothing to do with Taylor Swift's picture.

The term "beki" in the Philippines is being used often... Again.

If you are in some other country, you spell the name "B-e-c-k-y". For some reason, the Filipinos have spelt it differently(on purpose) and gave it a meaning. They spell the name like this: "B-e-k-i". Pronounced as "BEH-key". Definition: Bakla. Bakla in English, are the gays who flaunt it, yet, flirt. But flirt to their former AND original specie: the men. But the gays here are mostly wearing women's clothes. In percentage, 50% wear women's clothes, 50% are open about it.

Lately, more and more men have inherited the beki lifestyle. Too much gays in this world, is giving women lose hope for getting right partner in life. I don't like it around. They might even influence my nephew, and he too, might be a gay. To be honest, I see a lot of gays around. TOO MUCH AND TOO MANY. They're everywhere.
To the movie directiors, if you plan to make a zombie apocalypse movie, consider putting the gays in it. The virus is everywhere and can somehow spread.
I'm done with my rant.

Bonus:
What if the one of the most known men in history was gay? I'm talking about Shakespere here. If he were to come out of the closet in a sonnet, it would be like this.

"The way I thirst,
is like no other.
It makes my bubble burst.
That my child will have two fathers.

His cheeks, I'm afraid,
are irresistible.
For they are rose red.
For I am not talking about his face.

It is time,
to be free from my jail.
It may make your bell chime,
that the fact that I'm gay.

To my female readers,
I am sorry. Forgive me.
But men, don't forgive me.
I'll get you and we'll drink wine,
while watching the sunset."

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That's what I think if he was gay.
Bye.

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P.S. I'm not gay.

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2014 Recap

While making this 2014 recap video, I had mixed emotions while making it. Enjoy.

(P.S. While watching the final video, I almost cried in the end)

Enjoy

My Travels: Eastwood.

My dance ministry, Iron Saints, had a dance concert last week, and last monday was our thanksgiving dinner at Eastwood. I knew I had to go there by myself. Through commuting. So I needed directions to get a vehicle to Eastwood. So I asked my parents. They told me to drop of at Tiendesitas. (Which, I know how to go there) And cross a street, and ride a jeep. I then said to myself, "A-a jeep? By myself?" I gulped. I never liked jeeps. Well, I do like them somehow, but I just don't like it being crowded. The only hope was to sit in front. But then, I thought, "I still need to ride a jeep. No other way. But at least I get to experience this. It's like an adventure."

It was around 5:10 when I left the house, I was walking to my usual fx "station" and it was unusual, that when I arrived, there was an fx I was waiting for, "Ever/Junction". If you're wondering why it's unusual, it's because, when I arrive at the spot for waiting, an fx that ride just passed by it and I wasn't able to get it. Okay, continuing to the story, I rode the fx, and there was around 3 people in it. I knew that people were going to ride as soon as we get to the nearest street. by the time the fx went to the busy street, even MORE people go in.

Time travel to my stop, Tiendesitas. I was told to go cross some street and wait for an jeep. When I crossed it, I saw a jeep and shouted to the conductor "Eastwood?", he answered "hindi po, sa kabila po yun." (Translation: "Sorry, not the jeep you're looking for. Go cross the street and the jeep you're looking for is there.") So I did cross the street, and I saw a Cubao jeep. I rode it and traveled. (Note: It's been a while since I've been to Eastwood. So I don't exactly remember the landmarks.

In mid-travel, I got nervous due to the fact that I forgot the landmarks. So out of all nervousness, I talked to the driver. I barely talk to the driver, so I asked him "Eastwood na po ito?". He was busy, so he just pointed forward, I just nodded. A few minutes later, he shouted to all the people in the jeep (It was loud"Eastwood na po" (Translation: "We're at Easwood already.")

I went out and walked to Eastwood. The End. My story. I might have a few more of these.

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Trust Me, we aren't safe.

Alas, it's December. Time for Christmas sales, where you buy a lot of stuff, and a small chance of having it stolen. I don't like Christmas sales that much. I don't like the lines, the rush. There was this one time I went to the mall during a Christmas sale, and it was crowded with people, as in CROWDED. Like you were a grape and all the other grapes come by, and squeeze you. That's how I feel. Yet, I heard someone say, "Bakit maraming tao sa Christmas sale na ito?!? Na sisikipan ako dito eh!" (Translation: "Why are there so many people during Christmas sales! I'm being squeezed here!") A woman shouted. I wanted to throw my phone at her, but then, my phone is precious, so I didn't throw it. (Not that I don't care about her, I just wanted to simply throw my phone at her.) I wanted to tell her, "if you don't want to complain, you shouldn't have come here in the first place."

Again, it's December, where every family enjoys the holidays in quiet empty malls, travels everywhere they want because there's not much -or none- traffic? NO. Reality strikes again. December is full of traffic, people, long lines for the cashier, and lastly, the kinds of squeezing the crowds give you. Am I fond of December? Yes! As long as it's not these.

That's all for this post.
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