I sit and wait

does an angel contemplate my fate

and do they know

the places where we go when we're grey and old

'cuz I've been told

that salvation lets their wings unfold

so when I'm lying in my bed

thoughts running through my head

and I feel that love is dead

I'm loving angels instead

and through it all

she offers me protection

a lot of love and affection

whether I'm right or wrong

and down the waterfall

wherever it may take me

I know that life wont break me

when I come to call

she wont forsake me

I'm loving angels instead

when I'm feeling weak

and my pain walks down a one way street

I look above

and I know ill always be blessed with love

and as the feeling grows

she breathes flesh to my bones

and when love is dead

I'm loving angels instead

and through it all

she offers me protection

a lot of love and affection

whether I'm right or wrong

and down the waterfall

wherever it may take me

I know that life wont break me

when I come to call

she wont forsake me

I'm loving angels instead

I really didn't like this song when I first heard it, but true to the essence of revivals, I liked it when I heard it the second time around!! (Jessica Simpson's version!!!)

don't ask how this song applies to me......

 

posted by michael at 10:50 AM .

Going home!!

Ridding a jeepney is the most practical way for me to get home. And Yes, I ride a jeepney!! *get over it* But with my short attention span and my slight phobia of strangers and cramped spaces, this simple task turned out to be a an hour and a half of reflection and self disernment!!
here's the story:

It was 15 pass 5. It was a hot horrible day. We just lost our championship game and i was really tired and dehydrated. I was on my way home, and i was just waiting for a jeepney....

knowing that it was the start of the rush hour, i was very eager to get home as quickly as possible. and so it started...

i quickly saw a cubao jeepney, but it was full.... and so i waited!!!

three cars behind it, i saw another cubao jeepney... but again it was full!! and so i waited some more!!

i waited for the next stoplight... but every jeepney was already full. so i decided to walk towards morayta...

and while walking, i saw a project 2 and 3 jeepney.... but i couldnt flag it to stop cuz it was going to fast!! so i kept walking....

when i was almost at p. noval, i again saw another cubao jeepney... and it was only half full... and so i signalled it to sto, which it did... unfortunately, while i was nearing the jeepney, i suddenly heard a loud whistle... it was a big ugly policeman, and boy was he angry... he was screaming something to the driver, while signalling it to stop.... and when i was about 3 feet away from the jeepney, it suddenly drove off... aimlessly coughing up carbon monoxide directly at my face...

i was starting to get frustrated...

30 minutes later... while wating at mini stop (p. noval), i saw a cubao jeepney with no passenger whatsoever...and with the topspeed of a snail on overdrive, i quickly ran to it as fast as i could!! i was the first one to enter the jeepney, but as soon i sat my fat ass down... the driver, with a husky seemingly angry trying to be as passive as possible voice, said "boy, service 'to!!!"

"putang ina" i said to myself.... as i silently got off the jeeney!!!

i waited for another 15 minutes before i could spot another cubao jeepney... but it really wasnt my lucky day....as every jeepney i spotted was full and so i waited and waited and waited...

but my long wait and patience was rewarded, as i thought, as i saw a jeepney that was half full and still had enough space to fit my big ass... unfortunately, the moment i sat down... i realized why the jeepney was only half full.... there were two ugly stingky dirty men at the door of the jeepney.... they were starring at everyone as if saying "hwag mo nag isipang sumakay, kakainin kita"... i was scared!!! they really looked like a cross between an ex-con and a mental patient... it was really freaky.... and so i thought twice and didnt get in the jeepney...

so, an hour and a half later... hungry, tired, and ashamed... i quickly flagged down the first taxi i saw...

i got home 15 minutes later....

the whole experience really made me think....

what if i just rode a taxi in the first place???

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