Mabuhay! I am Micaela a.k.a. micamyx/toshtengs in the world-wide-web. I am a fresh Information Technology graduate born and raised in Dagupan City. I am a certified member of the NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth) club and I'm proud of it! I'm a TRUE TAURUS. Daughter of a former disc jockey and Chief Nurse, a caring sister to a 13-year old special child . I Love Performing and Philippine Showbiz! I may be intimidating at first, but later on I'll prove to you that FIRST IMPRESSIONS NEVER LAST. I can be the best gURLFwend you'll ever have!
For a week now, MRT has been an important part of my daily life. I use it as my transporation to work and to go back at the condo. For five straight days, I rode with thousands of unfamiliar faces who like me is rushing to their own business.
As I travel inside the choo-choo train (na walang usok LOL), several thoughts have been popping in my head and this morning I cam to realize that:
* Among the MRT passengers I've ever seen, it seems like Carlo is the only person who enjoys riding from Santolan to Taft Avenue back and forth! He looked like a little innocent child exploring this complicated world full of…. colorful billboards? oh well.
* I can't help but feel nostalgic whenever I see little girls with their cool daddies. See I was a Daddy's girl and I will forever be one. Memories of him carrying me whenever I feel lazy to walk makes me cry (oh my I'm gonna cry.. wait..)The most memorable one was when I was about to turn thirteen years old at San Marcelino Zambales where we ha dour procession. I felt something in my left foot and I couldn't walk. He decided to carry me for 20 minutes while walking and I was about 5 feet tall na that time.
* My mom doesn;t know how to cross the street y herself hehehe 
No I'm not making fun of her.. She actually looks cute when I'm asking her to cross the street with me and she panics like a pre-schooler. If she was here with me, for sure she'll be the one to dress me up on my internship. My mom is a Ginang Fashionista without spending too much cash. My high school buddies admired her because of the way she carried herself and some of them even treated her as their real auntie.
And lastly…
If there's one thing that would stop me from leaving the country…
It will be my grandfather. It seems like I can;'t live without him. I know we talk via phone every night but I do really miss him. I even sent an email while at work expressing how much I really miss him. Last Friday night I saw an old man waiting for the train to stop and a lot of questions popped in my head like "Does this old man influenced his grandchildren's lives the way my grandfather touched mine?"
Ok I'm emotional again… Cut!
