It's funny that today, cellphone numbers seems to have the same importance as someone's name, if not more. Strangers just popping out of nowhere, with the product of technology in their hands, eagerly asking what your number was, as if it was the winning number in the lottery tonight. And today, i got another of those scumbags seated right beside me on the jeepney on the way to school.

[scumbag] lit a cigarette
[yara] wrinkle, wrinkle
[scumbag] Okay lang ba sa 'yo?
[yara] Alin? wrinkle
[scumbag] Yung usok.
[yara] well duh..
[yara] ....
[yara] Okay lang.
[scumbag] ....
[scumbag] Pwede kunin number mo?
[yara] ha?
[yara] Ha?
[scumbag] Number.
[yara] potah
[yara] Bakit ko ibibigay? taas kilay
[scumbag] ....Pwede malaman name mo?
[yara] hinde
[yara] Hinde. snort
[scumbag] ayun, tumahimik na

My boy, i believe i'm 3 years past your age. And though i admit that i have certain interests in boys under my age, it is quite conditional for them to be described as younger and cool in one sentence. And with you blowing your cigarette remains in my freshly shampooed hair obviously falls on my definitely uncool list. Yes, i'm fussy. And sad to say, you're not someone i am to be fussed about. x_x