Makati Sigh(t)ing

to solve the perennial travails of commuting, you can choose from three things. live near where you work or work near where you live. still no can do? suck all the suffering in and rant about it in your blog daily! hehe.

i commute around 4 hours (to and fro) to work. it's literally the daily grind. but i wouldn't want to work anywhere else in manila than in makati. it has consistently sated my need for beauty, every working day. that's how spoiled i've been. sometimes too many, too fast that i am left inept to take a shot and i want to hit myself afterward.

when the song Empire State of Mind became the anthem of everyone (even those remote to NY), and when Sex and the City2 movie was released,  i quickly equated Makati as the local NY.


did i tell you i love makati? yeah, big time! :D

here's one shot (yesterday) at the makati underpass when for once, my reflex didn't fail me. hehe. i had this nagging feeling we work in the same building. as i was following her, hoping to confirm it, she stopped at starbucks and i appeared for a few seconds, jilted by an imaginary lover, my mouth still gaping.

i can't help feeling whimsical about this pic.

perfect theme song for my encounter - there's part of NY and my favorite, train.  =)

Somewhere in Brooklyn (Bruno Mars)

*bruno mars is part filipino. coolness!*

She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the cold
It’s unfair, she’s out there

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

Little miss perfect sitting at the train stop
Red nike high tops listening to hip-hop
While we were waiting started conversating <- that's not a word
Before I got her name along came a train

(uuuuuuuh) next stop Brooklyn
(uuuuuuuh) now I’m lookin’

She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the cold
It’s unfair, she’s out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

On the street kickin rocks circling the same block
Green form flatbush checking every corner shop
Tappin’ people’s shoulders askin if they know her
Everyday’s the , it's back to the train

(uuuuuuuh) next stop Brooklyn
(uuuuuuuh) I'm still lookin’

She was covered in leather and gold
21 years old
I lost her in the cold
It’s unfair, she’s out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She’s somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

Oh-oh-oh-oh
I wonder if we’ll ever meet again
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I wonder we we’ll ever meet again
Yeah I wonder if we’ll meet again
I hope we do somewhere in Brooklyn