Yes, I sensed it. I sensed and worried about the "sold-out tickets" stuff until the 1:00 PM of the afternoon. By that time,it's then confirmed that we can't make it.
The sudden or certain plan of my mind is Greenbelt 3 and watch San Lazaro (scroll down for the pics and trailer).New adventure,wow.Sending my alternative after learning the "sold-out news" here and there,confusion strikes about stations and meet up.I'm wishing I'm doing the right thing as well as that I'm doing a right thing. (Eyeing the Blue Babble Batallion and lots of Atenean will do,yeah!)
Ayala Station.
Going down through the stairs that led me to that time's last ear-to-ear smile moment as well as to the last held hands, anyone could tell that is really amazing.Nice to be back nice to be there and not-so-nice to remember that I didn't even make to blog about it or even just write in a piece of a blank paper or at a back of an occupied one.
So familiar,yes,but it's limited.
No inside view of the huge and spectacular malls,not even a distinction of what that is and what goes beyond that.Instead, I'm so psyched with the idea of my very first gig of the year in front of the Glorietta 4,the idea of seeing and listening to them again and who would've thought!Even seeing my favorite FM radio DJ duo(what?) Chico and Delamar of RX 93.1!!!!!! and lastly,the idea of face-familiarization,the distinction,the professed failure and the supposed title of the supposed blog entry: 'He offered his Hands to me Again'.With that,I'm already floating in the atmosphere! while walking and leaving Ayala Station and more.
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