What makes a lousy, heartbreaking decision?
Was it finding myself one fine existentially boring Sunday morning the need to get up, take a bath, dress, comb, c'mon, self, you can do it, let's have your eyes checked at EO Festival Mall?
Was I too dramatically slow in movement? Or should Wong Kar Wai's Chungking Express to blame?
Was EO processing my check up too fast? Or should I blame Sarah Geronimo who were about to perform at the activity center that day? Popsters might be angry, perhaps my being too millennial and mainstream and pa-witty in wanting Sarah G on my instagram story were at soar? Was it excitement to the possibility of new adventure which makes me say yes to his "let's bike around filinvest this afternoon. G?" Was I too quick to respond "join us biking around alabang" to the anguish cry of her "Nasaan ka? I need a friend, I don't know how to be alone"
Was it choosing Bonchon over Jollibee as late lunch? Was the bike hours too long and the sweat too thick? No matter how I turn the events of that fine existentially boring Sunday morning over and over my head, it always goes back... What makes a lousy, heartbreaking decision?
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If the world is up to me? Heck, we don't need more libraries, art and culture establishments, laboratories, parks, arts installations, trees, parking space. What we need are darker lightings in shuttles and vans, sadder songs on spotify to listen to, blasting walkie talkies of drivers to muffle sounds of hiccups, more sleepy, more tired, more indifferent 17 co-commuters and sturdier handkerchiefs that can hold tears of a silly woman who just receives heartbreaking news of "kami na" that afternoon
