Nicole Manila

What would seem to ba a dismissible circumstance for others, made me fear for dear life. After the incident with the dong-shaking dude from the metro, I have been paranoid and extra weary of the people I encounter, the trains I take and the road I walk on. I am now also insecure of the clothes I wear. I know I shouldn’t let these perverts dictate what I can and can’t wear in public. And I have always stood my ground on that. But I am at a point where I’m actually terrified. 

On the way to my interview this morning, a guy sat in front of the seat beside me in the metro. I looked up at him and he made this face where he raised his eyebrows and nodded with a pout. I dismissed this and continued looking ahead as I waited for my stop. 

As I shuffled in my seat to prepare to get off the train, he proceeded to do the same. At this point, I can feel everything’s just wrong. He didn’t even seem as if he was supposed to get off at that stop but stood up anyway. So just as the doors were about to open, I turned and exited through the door at the other end of the car. I thought I lost him as there were many people hurrying to go in and out of the train, but he caught up as I reached the top of the stairs. He started talking to me while being too close. I kept ignoring this but he was walking diagonally, sort of pressing me to move to the side. I continued to ignore him while trying to walk faster. I realised I was walking towards the wrong direction, but I didn’t want to just turn around and make myself look like someone who’s lost on the way. Luckily, I saw a Sephora store. Security guards. Perfect! I immediately went in for shelter. I pretended to look through the products and went to look through the window to see if the creep was still out there. No one. And then, just like in the movies, I saw his reflection staring right back at me with the most menacing look I have ever seen. I was terrified to my bones. I felt my body go numb and I was in a weird state of calmness. I turned around and there he was, on the other isle just behind stalls of cosmetics, smiling as he follows the rhythm of my footsteps. 

I should’ve screamed. I should've asked for help. There were many people around me, I shouldn’t have been scared. But I was so terrified that it felt like a moment when I am alone and no one could hear me. He didn’t touch me, and I didn’t know how strangers would react. They would probably just ask him to fuck off, and seconds later, he’ll follow me again. In my head, I was stuck.

Fortunately, one of the guards started walking towards him. Maybe the guard noticed. Or maybe it wasn’t him at all that the guard was looking at. But he started to walk off to the men’s perfume area of the store. I watched him pretend to be a customer for a few seconds before I ran out of the store making sure he doesn’t see me. That’s when I finally called my boyfriend and cried. I cried while I hurriedly walked away and told him what happened. 

The heat calls on   my tropical soul, I’m back in my shorts,   I’m on a roll.

But I almost forgot   the fuss boys make. The way they look at girls   like a delicious cake.

And so the world   reminds me of it. It started with a guy   who said “Psst..”

I looked up to see   whom it came from I ended up seeing   a guy shaking his dong. 

His tongue rolled   and made a flick. My heart sank,    I felt so sick.

My mind ran   like a cheetah on a hunt, Until another person   came through the front.

Struggling     between absorbing a lecture,     and letting my mind float on full divine.

Convincing     myself to finish the grand latte     with my name spelled wrongly on that coffee gone cold.

With my head running     on a hundred words per second,     searching for the  right, strong, and bold.

Yet I fall,     again in frustration and fatigue     this endless cycle

Madalas akong gipit sa oras Gigising ng a las cinco y media Minsan makikisabay palabras,  Minsan maglalakad, o magbibisekleta

Sabihin nating quince minutos patungong station. A las siete. Mula cuarenta minutos hanggang isang oras na biyahe. Mga cinco minutos pa para makarating sa klase.

Nasaulo ko na yung oras ng tren papasok. Pero yung pauwi, hindi parin subok. Sa mga araw na tanghali ang tapos,  Mahigit-kumulang 2 oras akong kapos. - Kapos sa homework, kapos sa tulog, kapos sa sarili.

Pag naman hapon, medyo maiksi Isa’t kalahating oras lang ng pagtimpi.

Madalas ako’ng nakakauwi ng pasado a las siete o a las ocho

Mga cuarenta minutos ng pagaaien ng hapunan. Tapos balik nanaman.

Sa haras ng computer, sa harp ng la mesa, Trabahong walang haggan. Pipilitin ko’ng matapos at matulog. Pero anf utak na gising ay mahirap patahimikin.

You try to create a life with a happy ending. It doesn’t matter what happy ending is for you. - Whether it’s to live a wealthy life, have a good family, or to just be able to get by. You try your best, work hard for what you want, proving that you’re worthy of that achievement. But life doesn’t work that way. Yes, I will say it... Life isn’t fair.

Naalala ko yung tatak na Advan Responsibilidad na hindi pwedeng ipagpaliban Sa pag pasok ng silid-aralan, Kailangan sapatos ay palitan

Bawal isuot sa labas, Bawal isuot na parang tsinelas. Bawal din design-an, White shoes nga naman.

Sobrang normal noon, Pero kakaiba kung iisipin ngayon. Pag wala kang white shoes dati, Lagot ka kay Teacher Perry.

Kung may kagalit, 'wag nang mag atubili Siguraduhing white shoes mo'y nakatabi. Kung hindi, ito'y mawawala O pag suot mo bukas ay basa.

Embrasse-moi avant d'aller à ton boulot

Embrasse-moi et dit qu'on va se revoir bientôt

Embrasse-moi et ne me laisses jamais

Sinon, je m'affaiblirai

Embrasse-moi dans mon sommeil

Et quand je me réveille

Embrasse-moi quand j'ai peur

After talking to each other the whole night...

Random person: can we friends?

A: *starts shouting and dancing in the pub*

B: *looks at A weirdly*