Danabelle in Spastic Shorts

There are days when I feel like censoring myself...

...This is not one of those days.

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Dear Taxi Driver,

I hate you.

And do you wanna know why? Huh? Do you?

I suppose it's because you started screaming at me to put out my cigarette before I went in, which by the friggin' way, I was going to do anyway...

Perhaps, it's because you took the long route because you were trying to avoid the traffic, which, unfortunately you weren't able to do anyway.

Or maybe it's because you kept looking at me through your rearview mirror like you wanted to eat me. Newsflash, I may look like a pig... But I'm human. And even if I were a pig... Well, I'm alive, first of all and no person in their right mind, would want to eat a live pig. Second of all, you're a muslim... I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to eat pig.

Oh and how do I know you're a muslim? Ah, well this is the best part of my entire taxi ride with you... I know this because, for some forsaken reason, you decided to listen to some angry-sounding Indian imam-type-guy on your radio, whose angry sentences kept ending with the word (?) ...Errr sound 'heh'.

"Blabbityblahblahblah, heh. Allah yaddayaddayadda, heh. Jibberishjibberishjibberish, heh."

See, there's nothing wrong with that. If you want to be all religious so early in the morning. Fine. This is a muslim country. I respect that.

But, dude, to blast it so loud to make me feel like I'm in a spoken-word disco is just way over the top.

I had my active noise cancelling thingymajiggy headphones attached to my iPod blasting at full volume, and I could still hear "Blahblahblah, heh. Blahblahblah, heh. Blahblahblah, heh. Blahblahblah, heh. Blahblahblah, heh. Blahblahblah, heh. Blahblahblah, heh." over the thing.

It was too early, man. Too early. What the heck?

You're supposed to cater to me. I'm the customer. I'm paying you to take me places. It's not like I'm begging you to drive me around.

I guess it's probably my fault. I didn't ask you to turn the volume down. But see the thing was, I was way too angry at you to actually say anything... I fear that if I did try to open my mouth to say something, only expletives would come out.

Anyway, I hate you.


Thanks & Regards,
D.


P.S.: Panget ka.

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So today was weird.

Was hella busy the entire day.

I kind of felt like a machine for the most part.

...A love machine that is.

Yeah, baby.

Moohahaha.

iJest.

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A familiar song played during lunch... And I cried. Not the sad type of crying... More like touched.

I was imagining some guy was singing it to me.

Yeah, I know... That'll be the day, huh?

Haha.

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Anyhoos.

6:30.

Gotta run, boo.

Kissy kissy.