i spent an entire week in the province re-acquainting myself with the home i had for three months last year. all was well and probably even better. i enjoyed the escape since the city is so turbulent these days. i love the capital's charming chaos. but i have this feeling that it lost all its charm and degenerated to plain chaos because of the elections. not that the whole mantra wasn't repeated in the province. true, in one morning radio show, a banter ensued between political rivals. and it wasn't heading somewhere nice if the host hadn't been perceptive enough to stop them. so much for politics.
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i went to the bar last tuesday to catch up on news and gossip that circulated while i was gone. blue pill was playing so the place was pretty much filled. the usual crowd have bored itself out since the band hadn't come up with a new playlist. they've been playing the same songs they played when they started last month. and although the customers vary each night, some patrons tend to hear too much incubus for their own good. so the usual crowd decided to go al fresco and stayed outside where it was pretty much humid and where you didn't have to scream your lungs out to say something as cliche as "okay ka lang?" stef parked nelly in front of the bar and had backed it out of the parking because they were going to archie's place. you have to understand that due to the limited parking space, cars were parked in too close with each other. that's why you can't blame anyone when an amateur driver bumps another car's rear. and if the night wasn't getting any worse than it already is, the scratched-rear car was a jaguar. we had half the mind to run away from it (it became everyone else's problem). but you can't really run away from something like that. true, the owner didn't know because he was inside the other resto, but can you ever beat your nagging conscience?
eventually, the rift gor fixed. stef's still got to pay for the rear, but we'll find something to pay for it. the owner evidently can't get angry with a weeping woman. and stef was just that then. a weeping woman who scratched the rear of a jag.
i'll probably drop by there later tonight. unless i decide to go with my mom instead and do some serious shopping. or maybe just dining. i'm not in the mood to shop today.