On my way home, I realized things which are not easy. I mean they are things that no normal person or very few people
always think and asks.
By the way, our house is in the mountains of Antipolo City. There are only few people who lives in our subdivision so it is hard to get a ride.
Our country is also known for tricycles and that's the only way to get home but as I said there are only few people living in our Subdivision. It takes hours to get a ride home and that's what happened to me a while ago.
I was waiting for a ride home on a place where you will usually see me if I'm going home. I always stay at that place because of the shady tree that blocks the sun away from me. I really love that mango tree and while standing there I can feel the wind passing through me. I suddenly realized that I can see people looking at me while walking or people in their vehicles looking at me. I'm still not sure if it was me or the place where I am standing.
I reflected to myself that I can see people but I don't know what they are thinking or I don't know them and their attitudes. I saw one passing with her child and saying that she will walk up to their home because there was no tricycle. Another people passed by, this time a grandmother with her grandchildren are walking. One of the child saw the mangoes and said that it's nearly falling. I smiled at the grandmother and while they are walking she said that her grandchildren are innocent. The grandmother also smiled at me.
That's the time I swiftly thought if my crush with his car will pass by 'Will he stop and ask me for a ride' or 'Will he go and pretend that he didn't see me'.
I also think of people near me. I don't know what they think of me or what they are thinking. I also don't know if they are even thinking of me.
I smiled big and thought of myself about writing a blog when I'm home and I'm really happy about thinking of other people's thought.
I like thinking of every people that I see so much. I like the way I saw them walking, laughing, reading books, drinking, smoking and chatting with their friends. I don't know a lot of people but I'm so happy when I am seeing them so happy with their smiles.
I don't know a lot and I don't know if somebody reads my blog or anything. I don't know the purposes of writing but I'm just to happy to write about things which I am thinking.
Sometimes I wish I have a laptop so that when I think of a topic suddenly, I can write it on that time and exactly about what I'm thinking.
I'm just writing now to express my happiness about the world and the people around me. Even if I don't know them, I like them so much.
Funny Moment: I Don't Know Anything
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Posted by Miss Invi at 2:20 PM 0 comments
Say Hello - Rosie Thomas
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Hmmm...this is one of my favorite songs because this song reminds me of my Malaysian friend.....This friend of mine sent me this song on my birthday and my Malaysian friend is the one who greeted me first and I'm so happy for that....Enjoy....!!!!!
If I find him,
if I just follow
Would he hold me and never let me go
Would he let me borrow his wool winter coat
I don't know
I don't know
If I see her standing there alone
At the train station,
three stops from her home
I have half a mind to say what
I’m thinking anyway
I don't know
I don't know
There's airplane in the sky
With a banner right behind
"loneliness is just a crime"
Look each other in the eye
And say hello
Oh oh oh oh
And say hello
Oh oh oh oh oh
Hey there,
how you doing?
Hi, my name's Mary! Hi
if I just follow
Would he hold me and never let me go
Would he let me borrow his wool winter coat
I don't know
I don't know
If I see her standing there alone
At the train station,
three stops from her home
I have half a mind to say what
I’m thinking anyway
I don't know
I don't know
There's airplane in the sky
With a banner right behind
"loneliness is just a crime"
Look each other in the eye
And say hello
Oh oh oh oh
And say hello
Oh oh oh oh oh
Hey there,
how you doing?
Hi, my name's Mary! Hi
Posted by Miss Invi at 12:03 PM 0 comments
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