The Author

A narcissistic stranger inside a train would think of Tammy as someone who’s checking him/her out.

Subtle looks and odd-looking smiles.

“Definitely checking me out.”

What they don’t know is she’s actually thinking of who and what they are. She would observe the stranger’s clothes and imagine where they’ve been. The stranger’s companion, if ever there is one, would not be over-looked. Tammy would think about them too.

She might even talk to them when she’s in one of her “moods”.

Her highly imaginative thoughts are one of the reasons why she hates watching horror movies. In her warped and twisted point of view, characters from the big screen come out to haunt when she’s trying to sleep.

An old t-shirt would look like some monster when it’s dark.

The “kabayo” used when ironing clothes would start to look like a ghost from a movie she didn’t even like.

Call it boredom or simple curiosity.

In reality, Tammy is a not-so-ordinary, angst-ridden and ego loving teenager who’s trying to make herself seen and heard by the sea of people living in this world.

She’s living life and now, she’s asking you to do the same. Or not. She gives a fuck but not that much. Tammy can be selfish and self-centered when she wants to be but  just give her a chance and she’d love you to death.

Tammy won’t let life pass her by and she rules her world.

But it’s better if you do:
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