Having raspbery iced tea with my latest reading "Eat pray love" by Elizabeth Gilbert, as I snuggle at a comfy chair in Nero (a Dome cafe inside Powerbooks Megamall) at 3 in the afternoon was my perfect relax outfit - until this lady (dressed like she just logged out from her hotel work), chattered like a parrot as she endlessly interviewed her date, without even noticing that she has to lower down her voice and be conscious that she's in a book cafe and everyone is for dear life, trying to read, while her voice echoes on the ceiling and all corners of the place. She must have been imagining that she's a talk show host of a show na mala- "tell it all" ang theme. She's been throwing her date personal life questions like who's your family's breadwinner, and declaring herself she's been raising too many sensitive topics like parents of the guy being seperated and follows it through with her own biography, from birth to how she is now - a damn successful talker...hahaha. I have a feeling, that guy will cross out your name on line of dates. The guy was actually hunky in appearance - that type who's tall, athletic, but not loud. He speaks quietly and what I can't wait him to spill is - "Can you lower down your voice and try to think first before you talk?" Rude me.

My March 2009 Boracay Solstice.