Divine ramblings

Lenten season signifies different things to people.

For some, it’s the true Christmas.
For some, it’s the time for repentance.
For some, it’s the time for outings.

But for some,  who have work at night, like me, it means going to work without taking the MRT.

A few weeks before Holy Week the dreaded announcement was given. Basically says no MRT from Thursday to Sunday due to ‘maintenance’. Oh crap.

Thursday night I left home an hour early, anticipating the long travel.
I never trusted buses. Cutpurses, maniacs, perverts, robbers, name it. They’re there.

Now I’m forced to take one. Or else I will lose all my money taking a cab. (250 bucks one way. MINIMUM).

And so, at 8:30 I rode a bus.
Destination Guadalupe.
Ordinary.
Novaliches to Baclaran route.
Don Mariano.

… damn. It flew.

I wouldn’t be suprised if I look at the back of the bus and see the other passenger’s stuff flying in the air or dropped in the highway. Or even some parts of the bus for that matter. I was a bit disappointed I didn’t see any sparks. 

I prayed we won’t encounter any accidents but I was actually enjoying the thrill of the ride. I was silently laughing and nervous at the same time.

I was expecting to arrive at Guadalupe 9:45 earliest. I got there (in one piece) at 9:00pm. No shit. One end of EDSA to the other. Half an hour max.

And so I arrived at work too early. Wide awake and tossed around like a sack.
At least I came in one piece.
Although I had to rearrange some of my innards back into place.

Then I had to take the bus again in the morning.

… wee.

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