Deadly Apathy

Last night, Paige and I went staright to SM southmall right after office (where else can we go) for dinner. Traffic again was sluggish like it had been for a few days now. Earlier on, we agreed to eat in Binalot and afterwhich indulge in ice cream (gotta have something colder than the coldness of depression that's eating us raw).
Upon reaching SM's basement floor, Paige suggested we first take a look at ******* Bento (a Japanese express resto which serves food done also by a famous japanese restaurant in the area) before we order at Binalot.
The aroma of Jap food wafted to our nostrils and I was really surprised coz it smelled soooo japanese (honestly, japanese food served here in our country are such poor imitation of real jap food sold in Nihon).
Anyways, the smell made me nostalgic and somewhat homesick in that I convinced Paige we eat there instead of at Binalot.
So off we ate at this bento resto and ordered katsudon and strawberry iced tea (which by the way, tasted like cheap strawberry juice and such a far cry from the strawberry tea I had in Verry Strawberry, Tokyu Hands). In fairness, their katsudon tastes good 'though I like katsudon in #### (located in ATC foodcourt) more 'cause there, katsudon comes with miso soup which I always sip straight from the bowl like the japanese do (care ko if that's a no no in Filipino culture).
After dinner, we bought ice creams and licked our cones in SM foodcourt. While I was so-happily licking my cold delight, I happen to glance at my side and sure enough a young guy was staring at me. He was mumbling something to me and he looked like either he was near tears or had been crying for sometime already. From what I gather with his mumblings, he seemed to be asking for money.I looked away then and continued to lick my ice cream while covertly relaying to Paige the young man's plea.
With so many deceivers, swindlers and delinquents nowadays, it makes one be wary of people asking for money. We tried to avoid the young guy's gaze and secretly disputed within ourselves if we shall give in and give him some bucks.
Inwardly, I was disputing if this boy's just deceiving us. He doesn't look like a beggar mind you; neither does he look like some rascal who's ready to plunge a knife at you if it fancies him. No. He looked like a child who's lost in his way and is at a loss what to do.
I sneaked another glance at him and he was already facing the other way where he was begging his way to a father out to dinner with his family. But the older man brusquely waved his hand at him as if shooing the poor boy out.
Daunted, the young man then stood up and walked away with bowed head. It really pricked my heart as I watched him retreating.
And Paige was moved as much....
Sin of omission. That was it. Really sad how lack of trust could lead people to apathy.
Paige and i glumly finished our ice cream. Deep within us, we know we'll have one troubled night; much worse a troubled sleep. We just perked up a bit when we decided to look for the young man.
And so you can just imagine how glad we were when we saw him sitting on a bench in front of watson's.
Still with that same look - lost and at a loss.
We approached him and asked him what was his dilemma. It turned out he's from Bacoor, Cavite and his companion already left him and went ahead to Bacoor; him left behind and penniless.
All he was just asking was a 20-peso fare back home....
Later, when Paige and I were walking home, we shuddered at the thought of not seeing him again and him wandering the streets at night and wondering how he'll be able to get home.
Heart wrenching isnt it?
Gives me the creeps how apathy can destroy someone's life.......

of miss saigon and my hydraulics.......

so late already..and here i am still, staring at this wretched compressor that won't converge for heavens know what reason...
feel like my head has reached yet again it's saturation point...
but, still can't help but be enraptured with miss saigon that has been repeatedly played over and over in my pc..
such sorry fate for one who has loved so much..but i envy her for being such a fighter and such a hopeful..
months ago, that has been my mantra--
"I still..
I still believe,
you will return
I know you
will my heart
against all odds
holds still..."
but now..nah...just doesnt apply anymore and should not apply anymore much as i would like to....

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above should have been my entry last night. but i was soooo saturated
i cant even organize my thoughts..
anyways, this morning started perfect since i found my compressor now running!
yet still now, it's late again and miss saigon's playing again on my pc...

i feel ssoooo much with this play in that i soooo hope i could get to see this on Broadway...or even get to sing this myself on stage...

hahahha.."dreams are my reality.."
familiar song aint it?

barbapapa

they're all getting agog on barbapapa...
yet im going gaga on trying to get over it...