Crap episode #011
i woke up late again. by some universal conspiracy the alarm on my phone refused to work. this is an outrage, i try to wake up early to get to work and here you are, choosing to malfunction at the best time. damn clock. or maybe i just forgot to set the clock last night. hmm.
everything must be in slow motion. the water from the shower, my mother making a ruckus about the time, the food digesting in my mouth. finally! i’m out the door.
the daily pollution greets me while i squint at the PUJs passing by. i really need to get to work real quick. but then again, who cares, work starts at the office at, like, 10 o’clockish anyway. riding the bus has been my recent early morning past time lately.
yeah, i hate commuting, but you never get to sit for a few moments in silence while the view changes every 2 seconds or so (except when traffic is really heavy and the view doesn’t change for the next minute or so). that keeps me entertained, even for a while.
so i board this bus, and i see a familiar face. yeah, it’s him alright. i seem to be coming to work late with a purpose. three days in a row now. three days. could this be a sign?
a story nothing a crazed little mind and a delusional hopeless romantic can’t conjure up.
