wandering

i've been dating a number of my friends for the past couple of days to end the passed year in earnest and start the year in earnest.

my second date and i found ourselves riding through streets we usually did not take in joyrides we have done before. and yet, we are going somewhere we have already gone to. and somewhere in the middle of suddenly turning left in a street behind a mall, we realized we were facing counterflows head-on. was this made a one-way street? finding no cars in front and no cars behind didn't help at all. reaching a flyover still alive, we knew we used to take roads other than these. did you feel the rush? we felt the rush and laughter ensued. *sigh

after the fifth date, in between drinking iced tea, smoking, being seduced by vittoria vetra, and taking a dump, i realized i was some where strangely familiar but definitely foreign. riding a jeepney hours later, i knew this wasn't the first time i've been there. it was just the first time i moved in that direction.