Abouthey aruki here [not my real name].
when you wander off to the abysmal edge of an uncertain future where you remain unsure of what to expect but you still keep pushing through and try to pick up tiny pieces of inspiration from people, rooting from it and constantly asking for its meaning then you realize it has no meaning at all and you just feel dead inside.
eat more bananas!
i hate crossing streets. i absolutely do. every time i walk across those white pedestrian stripes i get the dreadful feeling that a vehicle is going to run me over.
23 years and i still don’t know how to do it properly. look left, look right. cross. be cautious. listen. stop. oops, a jeepney is coming. let it pass. ok. you’re in the middle of the street. let the nice biker pass. ok go. oops stop. a jeepney. again. let it pass. ok. now cross. go!
i have been hit by a motorcycle twice in my life. it was terrible….. and embarrassing.