Day 331: Hanging

I was reading for the most part of the day, so I didn't get to take a photo of anything other than my necklace.  I like how the light falls on the beads, though.

Day 293: A Cross To Bear

I wanted to post another silhouette shot, however, I did not really have enough sunlight.  I have to settle with this and probably try that other silhouette shot I had in mind when it's sunnier.

Day 246: Bead Up

This Saturday was pretty boring.  I spent it indoors watching movies hoping I get another feel good similar to Crazy, Stupid, Love.  No such luck yet.

Anyway, here's an earworm for you: The Big Bang (Rock Mafia).  The whistling reminds me of Twisted Nerve from Kill Bill, and it's just as rattling to the psyche.

Day 109: Trinkets and Amulets

A constant in local cabs are trinkets and amulets supposedly guaranteeing your safe journey.  This is in the one I rode today.  I am constantly in taxi cabs.  For a spoiled urbanite, this is the preferred mode of transportation.  I think I lost patience with mass public transportation after quitting my last job.  If ever I have any, then there's very little left of it.  However, since I don't drive, and have no real active desire to learn, I stick with cabs.

I've had several fascinating stories about riding in cabs.  Some of them, hell stories about using the damned meter.  The worst ones are in the South.  They do not really understand the concept of using a meter.  Some stories, are pretty fascinating ones.  Like the cab driver who rides a swanky Altis and whose children have graduated with degrees in Engineering.  He wanted to continue working so he won't get bored.  Since he's in the retiring age, he asked his kids to buy him a taxi franchise.  Some stories, are really just plain interesting.  One cab driver who was truly pleasant, bless his soul, caught me in a bad time.  Start of day without coffee.  I was very quiet and barely conversational, with my earphones stuck in my ears, when I asked him to take me to our office building.  Probably trying to engage me in conversation, he asked me what company I worked for.  In the flattest morning tone I could muster, I asked him why did he need to know that.  He looked utterly shocked.  I sat there waiting for a response not realizing that I just bit his head off and chewed on it.  Then he said, "Grabe, ma'am.  Sa lahat ng tinanong ko, wala pang nang-sopla sakin ng ganyan."  He caused my first smile for that day.

Sounds like someone's Rolling In The Deep (Adele).