dindo, cubao, halinghing

i thought i was going to be late.. it was raining when i left home.. signal #1 for laguna, typhoon's name is dindo. i spent an hour and a half in the bus alone, my bus rides usually takes only 45 mins, more or less.

the streets of cubao were glimering as i walked thru it, it was drizzling. i didn't open my umbrella, i wanted to feel each gentle drops on my face. it was nostalgic! i felt like i was 5 years old again. never mind coming late for work.. i wanted savor the moment..

caught pam and ivan downstairs waiting for the elevator. told her how i admired her picture in friendster.

19:56 on the clock. whew..

had dinner at tokyo tokyo. rm came with us. rm? coming to dinner?? this happens rarely, si rm pa! while having dinner, we talked about the halinghing issue, courtesy of bj. lala was surprised! well, who would have thought? wala sa itsura nya..

afterwards, we were supposed to make ikot at the tiangges. unfortunately, they were closed.

and now, im back to my workstation..