25.3.05

BITE

TITLE: BITE
TAMBUCHO TALE #: 7
DESTINATION: AYALA AVE.
TRT: 20 MINS.

Leaving late for work (read: graveyard shift) on a Good Friday is easy to imagine. Especially when you're wearing this fitting (in more ways than one) shirt that screams KINKY.

In Baclaran, the small number of people can be divided into two: a.) passengers impatiently waiting for an Ayala-bound, air-conditioned bus or b.) dispatchers yelling at a top decibel that all roads lead to Cubao.

But before I get to position myself near to Group A, a talkative piece of turd had a sudden change of spiel and started, "Diet, miss. Diet, diet, diet. Diet ka na, miss,"







At least, he didn't call me missus.

18.3.05

BLUE

TITLE: BLUE
TAMBUCHO TALE #: 6
DESTINATION: AYALA AVE.
TRT: 20 MINS.

Tonight is my 1st anniversary as a hold up victim. With a sentimental grin, I slipped on the same blue green top I wore when it happened.

It feels good to be alive.