I’m home… finally! Talking about waking up at the wrong side of the bed… I opened my eyes, grabbed my phone (as I always do), and checked the time… what the F*#@%!! It’s 05:40 AM, what the hell am I doing lying still in my comfy, warm bed?! Not again!! One alarm clock and two set of alarms on my mobile didn’t worked gain, should I add another set of alarm?! I hurriedly drag myself to the bathroom to start my rituals, dressed up, powder my nose and VIOLA! Nothing changed, just me without the smelly breath and a combed hair. So I stepped out the apartment, walked to the jeepney stop and hastily hop in on the first ride available. I have no choice since I have this huge bag while I’m in my corporate attire. I’m going straight to Laguna after shift that explains the biggie bag. Luck isn’t on my side that day, feeling uneasy with what I’m wearing plus my luggage and the early morning heat, slowly irritation invades me. To top it all Manong jeepney driver is taking his sweet time to fill all vacant seats on his vehicle. Wow! Manong, for heaven’s sake, it’s a 18 seater jeep, and you only got like me and the girl on the other end, so 16 more to go?! Grrr… Of all times, just when feeling good is far fetched and I’m running late at work, isn’t perfect?! Perfect ugly day… Still my hopes didn’t falter; I continue my day finding the extra ordinary on my usual-common-work day. It will be good day! I know, right?! That’s my mantra, so universe will conspire with me. ^_^ Okay, work load is same as before, some of the guest are nice, some are so-so and remaining are the dumb-o! Officemates-slash-friends are still the same. I keep on blabbing that it’s my last work day of the week, and I just can’t wait to get home. I can’t wait to play as tita-slash-yayey-slash-sundo to my niece who is attending her first school ever (summer play school). 0630 PM flashed on my Avaya phone. Yahoo! Free at last! Instantly, I take a hold of my stuff and run to bus stop, I closed my ear and blocked invites to chill before going home. Not this time guys! I’ll make bawi next time. So here’s the hell part again… Ayala loading stop. A battalion of people waiting for their bus to bring them to their respective destination, people who just wants to be home after a long tiring day at the office, I joined the battalion shortly and waited for like 10 minutes already. Irate Orange, action! Where the hell is my bus?! What taking it so long?! I want to go home. Now?! Now!!! So I ended up in a bus going to LRT-Ayala –Baclaran, standing at the rear part of it. Me looking oily, bag sling to my shoulder, and looking tired as ever. feeling restless after standing from ayala all the way to bus terminal, i didn't mind my wiggling knees since i'll have my comfy reclined seat for almost two hour travel to San Pablo. I'll be at ease sitting with my MP3 on my background, then reminisce about the old days or sleep like log! bubble burst! bubble burst! a long que welcomed me at the bus terminal! woooaaaahh!! after an hour of waiting, long at last its time to go home. traffic at Sto. Tomas was the cause of delay and my broken dreams! chosz! and lastly san pablo plaza was close because of a mini free concert, because of that i have to walk for like half a kilometer with a heavy bag on my shoulder, uuurrggghh!!! define energy draining!! aylabit 8/