It's actually a full circle thing. I was born in Quezon City, but grew up in Taguig. I studied College at Quezon City, worked at Quezon City, too. I'd also go to Quezon City to do that boyfriend thing.
And now, I live in Quezon City in a little apartment full of books with you.
I miss my travelling days from Taguig to Quezon City though. Here is a documentation of my last travel to the place where I grew up.
A dog enjoying the waters at an abandoned lot along Mindanao Avenue corner Road 20.
A Blind singer at the Quezon Avenue MRT Station.
Two girls holding hands along EDSA near Megamall.
A vine snaking along a concrete wall also along EDSA near Megamall.
A woman in a contemplative mood, oblivious of the vehicles passing by in front of her carinderia along Signal, Taguig.
A kid trying to open the door of an Alfombra store along Pateros.
Grandma, mother, and sleeping son waiting anxiously for the traffic to move along Pateros.
A kid hanging behind a jeep (sabit) while his friend tries to catch up at Pasig.
A girl comforting herself by sucking at her arm on the MRT.
A mother with her tres marias on the MRT.
A man hanging on while waiting for the door to open on the MRT.
And lastly, a Cafe Breton service crew taking a picture of some customers while I wait for you.
Jordan
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