With a sip of coffee after a long day, its nice to just sit and lounge and chill for a while.   Local coffee shop seemed just the right cure for a stressful day.   With some strokes of keys in my book, I can't seemed to find the words to write.   Ok, observation time.

There's a man sleeping on the couch over there.   Of all the places, i guess with the music and all, the man just fell asleep.   Maybe he had a long day at work or something?   Maybe he had a long night last night? maybe? Oh yeah i remember something.   I was on the bus on the way here.   Minding my own business, checking out the scenary over the window.   Until there was this three young fine ladies got on the bus. One is simple, small, not that attractive.   The other was tall, slim, but very plain.   Kinda sporty spice in a way.   Then last girl, she's tall, slim, tight low rider jeans, long colored blond hair.   In other words she's sexy fine!.   But, and there is a but, the more attractive her package the less soothing her features.   I'm not the one to judge a person but over all, shes ok.

I can't help but gaze at her.   Something's drawing my attention to her.   But i wasn't the only one, the rest of the whole passenges were also admiring in a way.   Maybe some are envious, some are admiring, and some are plainly looking at her assets.   And i do mean Assets!.   As she stands there in almost unkind way, I can't help but notice her glances.  Her glances were deamining.   With dark mysterious look in her eyes into my direction, I couldn't help but get uncomfortable in a way with her glances.   It seemed like she's looking at me the way i'm looking at her.

I conintue to look at her striking package while she stands there with her arms holding the rail and her back arches towards the sun.   Its amazing how a single invention such as the 'low riders' can do to improve a persons gems.   Well anyways, the ride went on until the lady next to me stood up and got off the bus. Suddenly there was this free space between me and her and she's glancing in my direction.   What can this mean.   I looked straight as to not look uncomfortable with the moment at hand.   She slowly glided through the seat next to me and i could feel the touch of her hmm, how can i say this? Her cheecks toward my side.   A sudden thought went into my head.   I'm not the type of guy to jump into conclusion but there's only one meaning to this.   She wants me, and wants me bad, really bad. He,he.

Deng there's this one couple that sat in front of me just now and as soon as they sat they started to kiss.   They are slowly making out right in front of me.   How rude! Not that i'm watching them or anything but they happened to be right in my sight.   So what's a guy to do, Observe.   This a free show and i'm a good observer to notice.   This is something people pay to see and i'm seeing it live. grabe na2!.   Her arms cross his shoulder and they slowly slide kisses in between their conversation.   I think there's more kisses than the actual talking but who cares.   I'm feeling kinda low right and ok, i'm gonna stop looking.   But maybe one more glance. ok enough.

Back to my story, hmp, Observation pala.   As she sat next to me I was waiting to get off the bus with a great deal.   I'm slowly very, very uncomfortable with this situation.   Any guy would.   I can't actually look at her now that she's right next to me but i can now feel her low riders on my side.   This is starting to freak me out.   She looked at me as if to say something but she smiled instead.   Gosh! i can't feel my legs for some reason.   She smooth her side more to my side and the comfortability factor here is now off the scale.   And then i satarted to dream.   Dreaming of the stars and the skies with its cotton foams. super grabe na2!

Deng! now the couple moved to a couch but this time it's one of those single couch that you can sit on.   Good, maybe this time they would be proper and civilized.   But no, not even two minutes and they now share one space. what the Heck.   I cant believe they're doing it on a coffee shop.   I said I wasn't going to look anymore.   Well I wont. EewW! now they're on it again. grabe naman!.

Going back to my story, Observation pala.   I wanted for my ride to be over.   And i'm thinking " can't this bus go any faster.

Every morning before I went to school in college.   This old man always usually greets me a good morning and possibly a small chat about the Mets and sports in general.   He usual spot was his apartments side road. On my way to school I would always pass by him.   I guess he chose that spot because of the heavy traffic of people passing by.   He would great every one of them with a good morning and a hi.   Sometimes he would talk to people when they had the time for him.   Small chats nothing special really. It�s mostly about sports and what not.   He caught me one time off guard on my way to school and we talked about the Mets.   I usually try to avoid this because I usually run late to class everyday.   But sometimes I would have small a chit chat with him. Talking about things that I usually don�t know because I�m not a big fan of baseball and all.  He usually opens with a � hey nice morning, and what about those Mets huh!� It�s seemed everything about him was the Mets.   He was such a fan of sports it was unbelievable. He would have his Mets cap, Mets t-shirt, and his Mets sweat pants.   Almost everything about him was the Mets.  Hey, the Mets Organization should give this guy money for endorsing their team for cheesecake!.   Sure sometimes I watch a game or two but I�m not a big fanatic about it.   Through this, we developed some kind of a pattern every 8 a.m. in the morning.   I walk to school and he�s there early in the wee hours of the morning reading his morning newspaper and waiting for people to pass by.   Heck, he even has a group of oldies just seating there with their morning coffee and reading the news paper at one time.   But he was the regular.   He never missed a day in that spot.   Rain or shine, snow or in the middle of summer.   He would have his coffee to keep him warm in the winter and his ice tea on the summer to keep cool.

He used to have two to three kinds of paper.   And he would read them through the day I guess.   I always wondered if he reads every single column in those papers.   From the News about the Knicks, Yankees, Mets, and even the Nets, back in the day, he would give me the morning news of what�s going on in the sports world.   When the Knicks almost won the Championship title and the New York Yankees winning the world championship, he was there with the latest bits of news.   That�s one of the reason I never bought newspaper for a while, unless I wanted to read something specific.   Such news, as the trade of John Starks.   Pat Riley released from his contract and went to the Miami Heat.   When Allan Houston went to the New York Knicks and stuff like that.   But aside from those issues, I get my morning news from him with a complete smile.

I was surprised one day when he showed up with a Kane.   I guess those old knees weren�t as stable as before.   But still, he never missed a morning in his usual spot.   In that side road of his apartment building, he would greet me every morning.   With the same Mets cap and Mets t-shirt and all.   Until one day all of this stopped. He was no more in his usual spot.   I wondered what happened to him.   I couldn�t ask anyone because when he stopped going to his usual space so as his buddies.   I guess he was their reason for being there in the first place.

So, as the years went by, the Knicks lost another playoffs, the Mets got Mike Piazza for a whole lot of cash, the Yankees won another title, Patrick Ewing traded to some west coast team and the Lakers won another NBA title.   Without the morning chat, it�s just wasn�t the same.   Maybe he retired in Florida.   Maybe he went to the Bahamas.   Maybe he found a nice old girl around his age and settled in the old country and had lots of kids.   Or maybe, he finally moved to the next world, who knows?.

As the year passed by, I finally finished College and started to work.   Until recently about a three weeks ago, I took a job in my old College.   As usual my work wasn�t that far from me so I took my usual route to work as I did when I was still in school.   And there I saw him, with his old Mets cap, morning coffee and reading his morning newspaper.   He greeted me with a smile and a �good morning to yeah!� He had the same friendly face but he�s now styling with a new set of wheels.   You know, one of those motor-powered wheel chair that can run almost 20 miles per hour.   He was driving that thing with passion.   I didn�t ask him what happened to him during those time gaps that he wasn�t in his usual space.   I thought, but who cares, I got my morning Sports news again..

I had to go to a meeting today and its Saturday.   It was so tiring because of the lack of sleep I had last night.   Yesterday after work, Francis, John, and Pristine picked me up from work.   We then went to Pristine and John�s pad to eat dinner.   On the way there I ate this watermelon seeds in Francis�s car and it nearly cost me my stomach.   I hadn�t eaten a thing the whole day and I munched on those seeds like a big fat person on a buffet.   After a few minutes after, my stomach started to growl and pain started to kick in.   In Pristine�s house, I had to recover my self twice before we had something to eat.   I felt weak and slow afterward.   We ate this Roti Kanai.   Roti is an Indian/Malaysian dish that consisted of flat breads and a sauce to dip it in and I think it made my stomach even more upset than it was.

After dinner Prestine was studying with Pat (Johns brother) for his SAT exam the following day.   I helped as much as I can but it wasn�t really a good idea because I end up answering most of the questions for Pat.   And that confused him even more.   I knew how hard the SAT was.   I had the same problem when I took it in high school.   I used to take courses in school just to review for the SAT.   It cost me my after school activities.   Not that I had better things to do, but nonetheless, It took my spare time from playing basketball and watching T.V.   I used to believe that in those exams there was always a pattern on the way the answers were set up.   I was thinking more of this than the actual studying at one time.   But I later gave up on this idea when I got my pre-exam result and I had no choice but hit the books.   Thank goodness I don�t have to take those exams anymore.

I remember when I was in the Philippines; my aunts gave my cousins weird gifts on Christmas.   It was funny at times but it boggled my mind a bit.   I then asked my Tita�s for this strange exchange of gifts.   They told me that before when all of my cousins where still young, they would spoil them with gifts that they really like.   But despite these circumstances, they were still ungrateful and not quit content on what they got.   So the year that followed, they made a tradition that they would only give my cousins things that they need instead of what they desire.   On this occasion, one of my cousins got a toothbrush and toothpaste.   This was given to him because he rarely uses them.   Another cousin of mine Andre, well, he got a shampoo and soap because he rarely takes a bath.   One of the small kids Diego got a bunch of toys but that was because he was still a kid and he was grateful for what he got anyways.   Lets not even get to what I got.   Well, I got a towel.   Maybe they thought I stank a lot or something or maybe I just didn�t have that much possession since I just recently moved there.   I found this amazing in a way because this concept made sense to me.   Since I was a child I was given toys that I never used and things I never wanted.   It just made me to a boy that I was, spoiled to the teeth.   This concept of gift giving gave me a great idea to follow for my later years.   I am thinking that I will only give gift that will benefit someone I know.   I was thinking this again when Pristine was helping Pat with his studying.   I was thinking on Christmas, I would give pat a book and a Webster dictionary.   I just hope this would not offend Pat.

Dinner was good and we went of to a coffee shop afterward.   Drinking coffee made my stomach feel a little better.   In there, we spoke about relationship of our other acquaintances and friends, how bagel is better with sour cream than cream cheese, who would go with whom in the concert that we were going to the following week, how Filipinos are so squatter and pretends to accentuate their taglish.   And this by the way is how I figured out the difference between a Konyo at Assumptionista and the norm Konyo.   Pristine told me that there was truly a difference between the two.   I found out that the Konyo�s pronounce the words in an accent with a slight sway of words in every end.   By prolonging the pronunciation of a word at the end of every sentence, they create their own sub genre of Konyo�s.   This chosen of way to talk is mostly related to the people belonging in the certain class of the Filipino society.   With this style, all words must be in English and must be properly executed with the words prolonged at the end.   There are people who gets away with this, who can carry this style, but there are also people who cannot by any means properly execute this and there for be classified as Assumptionista Konyo.  But with the Assumptionista Konyo/Taglish on the other hand, they keep the slant of words at the end of every sentence but adding a Tagalog word on it.   And sometimes they even add some words that don�t really exist in any dictionary while there at it.   Some example of these accents or style are � Let�ss goeh on da car nah kc, it�s just so hot namannn kc in da Philippines ehhh!!�, � Let�s make tusok, tusok the fish ball on the sticky thingyyy!�, another one " Da pipol here are so Jologsz naman ehhhh. Lets go na to Rockwellll!".   Well you get the Idea.   It�s strange how the new Filipino culture developed into these kind of language genre's.   There is even the so type Jologs, but I�m not going to get into that since I don�t have enough knowledge about such style yet.   Maybe I�ll get more facts about it and add it later.

I remember when I first arrived in the Philippines; I could barely understand the people in the malls.   My cousin used to laugh at me when I try to pardon people because I could not grip what they�re trying to tell me.   I was once asked to speak to this girl in English because something about the way she talked made them hysterical.   Me being the outsider that I am, I didn�t really get the humor of it and I even thought that it wasn�t proper of me to ridicule her in any way, which by the way I never intended.   It just that she wouldn�t speak to me in Tagalog when I was clearly doing so.   I was thinking maybe she had to speak like that because she�s a part time actress of some sort and maybe she was just playing the part.   But I later on found out that she wasn�t.   Filipino Culture now a days are humorous in their own special way.   Sometimes you find yourself just laughing by yourself because of something that you remembered when you where there.   When you�re at a family gathering and your sharing the most laughable experiences you�ve had while visiting the Philippines is just priceless.

Well, we finally figured out who would go with whom on the way to the concert and stuff like that.   And we decided to call it a night, actually it�s more of a morning but in any case, it�s just the same.