The Place To Be

I've been constantly telling my friends and guests that my favorite spot in my apartment is the terrace. I live on the 14th floor of an old 27-storey condominium in Makati avenue. There are 3 dilapidated elevators with only 2 working most of the time. I have been very thankful to these elevators for they bring me closer to God everyday. The rough cranky ride on these cable driven cars brought me back to believe in the power of prayers. Most of the time these cars smell like my sweaty feet after long hours of playing badminton.

I moved in the building on December 2010 and since then did not get the chance to meet and socialize with any of my neighbors. I'm not sure though if all the units on my floor are occupied. I saw one time a middle aged Japanese guy leaving 1407 (room beside me on the right), he didn't smiled back when I tried to be friendly with him... The unit on the left has always been quiet. Bills and letters are now starting to pile up outside the door. I just hope the tenant is not dead and rotting inside that room.

My terrace has been very accommodating to me. It never fails to welcome me with the sweetest breeze of air at night. It may not offer me the grandeur view of the city night lights but the embrace of the cold air touching and tickling every flab in my body is more than enough to comfort me through the night. It paints a mood of reassurance telling me that everything will be okay, clearing any cloud of doubt left in my head after a day full of worries and ambiguities. 

There are also times when it offers me entertainment. And by entertainment I mean live show. You see my place is situated in front of a hotel whose guests are mostly foreigners. We all know what it means when filthy old guys with money prefer to stay in Makati avenue, right??? It's like a cheap pornographic material being shot right in front of my eyes sending shiver to every nerve in my body signaling that it's time to puke.