on the phone with a friend... she mentions A. Luna...
me: 'where's A. Luna?'
friend: 'it's in the vicinity of the church...'
me: 'where there?'
friend: 'just beside the church...'
me: 'that's Camerino...'
friend: 'no... the other side...'
me: 'A. de Legaspi...'
friend: 'yes... Legaspi... you go straight... you'll see Magat Salamat...'
me: 'yeah... after Magat Salamat, it's already P. Tuazon...'
friend: 'you don't have to proceed to P. Tuazon... from Legaspi, you turn right at Magat Salamat then go straight...'
me: 'at the end of Magat Salamat is Lakandula... where's A. Luna?'
friend: 'if you're in Lakandula, A. Luna is after Magat Salamat...'
me: 'after Magat Salamat is P. Ladia...'
friend: 'it's in that area...'
i check the map...
A. Luna is right between Camerino and Magat Salamat!
the three streets intersect Legaspi...
we were already talking Legaspi... why did we have to reach Lakandula?
on my end, i know Camerino and Magat Salamat... how could i miss A. Luna?
sometimes my friends and i slide to the low end of the intelligence meter... i'd like to assure everyone we don't stay there... ;"p
stretch
friend: 'you're late!'
me: 'i wasn't... <toot> and i walked in at the same time...'
friend: 'oh! i didn't see you in your usual seat when i arrived... i thought you were late...'
me: 'haha... you came early so you didn't see me right away... you stretched that to mean i didn't arrive on time...'
there are facts and there are inferences, not always correct...
just the day before my sister was telling me i bore holes in their sponge when i wash forks and knives......
me: 'huh?! where would i use forks and knives? i just drink [bottled] juice [in their house]... i'm not gonna use a fork on juice... more so a knife... don't tell me i'm gonna slice liquid...'
sister: 'i saw you before, you were washing... you press the fork and the knife against the sponge...'
me: 'what exactly did you see? i press the tines and the blade against the green [hard] side of the sponge... i flip the sponge... i've been doing that for years... it doesn't cause holes... you can check the sponge at my place... it doesn't have holes...'
i show her their day-old sponge... it has holes on the yellow [soft] side...
me: 'look at this... i haven't washed anything yet and it already has holes... that couldn't be me...'
we should know where reality ends and where imagination begins... ; p
me: 'i wasn't... <toot> and i walked in at the same time...'
friend: 'oh! i didn't see you in your usual seat when i arrived... i thought you were late...'
me: 'haha... you came early so you didn't see me right away... you stretched that to mean i didn't arrive on time...'
there are facts and there are inferences, not always correct...
just the day before my sister was telling me i bore holes in their sponge when i wash forks and knives......
me: 'huh?! where would i use forks and knives? i just drink [bottled] juice [in their house]... i'm not gonna use a fork on juice... more so a knife... don't tell me i'm gonna slice liquid...'
sister: 'i saw you before, you were washing... you press the fork and the knife against the sponge...'
me: 'what exactly did you see? i press the tines and the blade against the green [hard] side of the sponge... i flip the sponge... i've been doing that for years... it doesn't cause holes... you can check the sponge at my place... it doesn't have holes...'
i show her their day-old sponge... it has holes on the yellow [soft] side...
me: 'look at this... i haven't washed anything yet and it already has holes... that couldn't be me...'
we should know where reality ends and where imagination begins... ; p
on my own
cold, rainy morning...
others call this cuddle-weather... i, too, used to... now i simply refer to it as bed-weather...
there is a difference...
and the difference is you... </3
others call this cuddle-weather... i, too, used to... now i simply refer to it as bed-weather...
there is a difference...
and the difference is you... </3
don't force it
my sister took a slice of pizza then smothered it with mayonnaise and cheese spread...
me: 'you won't taste the pizza anymore...'
sister: 'i don't like this flavor...'
me: 'oh? then why don't you just eat something else?'
me: 'you won't taste the pizza anymore...'
sister: 'i don't like this flavor...'
me: 'oh? then why don't you just eat something else?'
general vs specific
me: 'oh... i thought this was chicken...'
mom: 'it's chicken...'
me: 'it says here "FISH"...'
mom: 'oh? but for sure it's burger king...'
haha... reminded me of some edits i was doing... addresses were missing but i could ascertain the city so i put the city... i wanted to put the street as well but the data was inconclusive... i zoomed out... the pins were scattered across more than one street but they were all in one barangay... i just put the barangay...
stick to what you know... ;")
mom: 'it's chicken...'
me: 'it says here "FISH"...'
mom: 'oh? but for sure it's burger king...'
haha... reminded me of some edits i was doing... addresses were missing but i could ascertain the city so i put the city... i wanted to put the street as well but the data was inconclusive... i zoomed out... the pins were scattered across more than one street but they were all in one barangay... i just put the barangay...
stick to what you know... ;")
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