Simplicity has turned itself around. Its taken the shape of romance. What kind of little beauty is this? and what invisible aroma fills this place with quiet and smiles? The only answer here is the kind that gets you to think about how Buddha didn't waste his time sitting under the Bo tree. Or, how dreary commuters walking past the crisscrossing MRT-LRT-EDSA-AURORA-highway-byways are throbbing blood vessels into the heart of manila, alive (still. somehow) with the simple joys of sidewalk GOTO complete with stir-fried garlic toppings and 3 peso Ube hopia.
Did I mention i was broke this whole time? coz I forgot completely.
I'm just walking,