I know someone who likes to embellish stories heavily, very heavily. The line between fact and fiction blurs more to the latter. Let's call her Someone # 1. And I know someone who tells it like it is, matter-of-factly to the point of pain. The first person used to be in the public relations industry. The second person is my driver D, Someone #2.
We are looking to move out of our house and into a warehouse space. A diamond in the very rough, with a little imagination and a lot of work, we can get it to be our next home. If we left the description of the place to Someone # 1, it would be: "3,000 square foot loft space, open plan, exposed beams, wall of windows with Makati view, personal elevator, lots of parking, quiet neighborhood, low prices, will not last".
Someone # 2 describes the place as: "kung mura lang ang habol, yung pera madaling ipunin; yung buhay, hindi". In other words Someone # 2 is afraid for our lives.
Well, Someone # 2 and co. scoped out the place again yesterday and put the plans in for security and all that. Plus TCB with her 3rd and 5th eye said it was fine. She said the only problem with the place is we may really be rooted to Manila for at least the next 5 years. Which was fine with me, but made R's eye twitch a little to produce a tear.
I want an indoor garden (without anay).
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